13. Fiona #2
I bite down on my lip, desperate to try and will my body not to react, but my pulse is thrumming in my ears and between my legs.
“Good girl.”
I swallow a whimper as Cormac licks along my center, taking his time to explore my pussy with his tongue.
Not once does he release the pressure of the blade from my thigh, leaving me paralyzed with both fear and need.
I want more. I want to reach down and tug on those thick strands of dark hair and hold his mouth to my pussy as I grind my hips. But I know the second I move, Cormac will pull away.
Our relationship is nothing more than a battle of wills, and even when I think I’m winning, he always leaves me desperate for more.
“Cormac,” I gasp as he drags the tip of the blade up toward my pussy.
“Yes, Fiona?”
I desperately try to grip the edge of the desk to hold myself steady, but that only seems to encourage Cormac more.
He pulls his mouth away, and I glance down as he presses the flat side of the blade against my clit.
I gasp at how cold it feels, but then he slowly starts to rub it back and forth, and I can’t stop the moan from escaping my lips.
“I knew you would enjoy this.” He gazes down at my pussy.
I’m practically trembling, but if it is from fear or need, I can no longer tell.
“I bet I could get you to come for me just from this.”
“Please.” I try to squeeze my thighs together.
“But that will have to wait because right now I need you to come on my tongue.”
When Cormac lowers his mouth to my pussy once more, my climax starts to build.
If I wasn’t so focused on the fact that he has a knife practically pressed to my femoral artery, I would be impressed at how quickly he’s learned what I like.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I moan as he sinks his tongue inside me.
I try to arch my hips, silently pleading for more. But instead of giving me what I want, he pulls back.
“I told you to stay still.” He drags his tongue along my slit.
Before I can protest, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks at the same moment he digs the knife into my thigh deep enough to pierce the skin.
I cry out, but not from the pain.
The rush of adrenaline has me climaxing so hard I’m practically sobbing.
But Cormac doesn’t stop. He only pushes me further, sucking on my clit until my arousal starts to drip down my thighs.
When Cormac finally straightens, I glance down at my thighs and notice a streak of blood. But the sight of it doesn’t make me panic. Somehow, it only turns me on more.
What the hell is wrong with me? I shouldn’t like this.
I shouldn’t want this…
Cormac reaches for his belt, and my mind suddenly empties as my eyes are drawn to the hard outline of his cock.
“Don’t move.” He takes the knife and leans forward to press the edge of the blade against my throat as he works his belt with the other.
Am I really about to let him do this?
When he pushes the tip of his cock inside me, I realize I am because it just feels too good.
“Fuck,” Cormac groans as he thrusts his hips forward, burying himself inside me completely.
The movement has the edge of the blade digging into my skin, and I freeze, too scared to even lift my hips. I’m completely at his mercy.
And I love it.
“Fiona,” he growls as he slams into me.
I swallow a cry at the cold metal of the knife against my skin.
I’ve never felt so damn vulnerable, but as I watch Cormac’s expression turn feral as he fucks me, I know I never want it to stop.
I dig my heels into his ass. “More.”
“You sure?” He grips my hip so tight I know it will leave a bruise.
I try to nod, but Cormac only pushes the blade against my neck harder.
I strain against it, trying hard to keep my body relaxed as he tilts my head up, but with each pump of his hips, another orgasm starts to build, and I just need more.
“Don’t stop,” I pant as I try to move my hips to match his pace, but Cormac only pins me down with his free hand.
“You have no idea what you do to me,” he grunts.
The tendons in his neck strain as he fights to keep his control.
I wrap my hands around his forearm, sinking my nails into the skin, as I dare him to push the knife harder against me.
His eyes flash with need, and I offer him a smile in return.
“Let’s see just how much you’re enjoying this.” He grits his teeth as he slides his cock free before thrusting it back in so deep it hits that spot inside me that has my thighs trembling.
Oh, fuck. This is it. This is the part where I either orgasm or die, or maybe both.
I hold onto Cormac as he lets the last of his control go.
It’s all I can do to remember to breathe as his pace becomes almost brutal.
He gives me no time to recover. With each slam of his hips, he buries his cock inside me in one quick thrust as the knife continues to push against my throat.
Every cry I make seems to drive Cormac closer to the edge.
He is relentless, claiming me with every thrust until we both can’t take it anymore.
“Fuck, yes,” he groans as he spills into me so hard I feel it drip down my thighs.
My body violently trembles as I strain against his hold, wanting to ride out my own climax as he continues to move inside me.
I whimper as my inner walls pulse around his cock, and Cormac feels it too as his lips lift into a feral smile. “That’s it, take every last drop.”
Eventually, I collapse against the desk, dropping my legs from around his waist and staring up at the ceiling as I try to catch my breath.
Only then does Cormac release the knife from against my throat and slowly slide himself free.
He tucks his cock back into his pants. “Tell me. Was I right?”
“About what?” I lift myself up onto my elbows.
“Did you enjoy it?”
Is there even any point in lying? Because the two orgasms clearly give me away and from the wicked gleam in his dark eyes, he knows it too.
“I fucking loved it.”