Chapter 23 Hunter
TWENTY-THREE
HUNTER
I’ve gone the CNC route in the past. It’s one of my favorite things to do in the bedroom, but doing it with Max is heaven on earth.
She struggles above me, trying to fight her way off me, and it’s cute how hard she’s trying.
It’s even cuter she thinks I have all the power; one word from her and I’d fold, stopping all of this and pulling her tight to my chest. Making her a cup of tea and rocking her to sleep, dreaming of her as I drifted off too.
Hell.
I’m so turned on. My dick throbs as I lick her, savoring her taste, and I can’t help but moan when she squeezes her legs together, thighs pressing against my ears.
I give her a light pinch, wanting her to look at me, and she rocks forward.
Her chin dips, gaze meeting mine. I keep my eyes on her, my tongue buried inside her, a silent question behind my attention.
Are you okay, baby?
Max gives me a small nod, the hook of a tiny smile, and I grin with renewed enthusiasm.
“Lift your hips,” I say, holding up three fingers. “Ride my hand, angel. Show me how you’re going to fuck that knife then my cock.”
She tries to groan but it’s muffled. A distracted sound she covers up by lowering herself onto my hand, pussy stretching around me. I reach up, palm wrapping around her neck, and she wiggles, arching her back to get my fingers deeper.
“That’s my girl. Taking my fingers so well.
” I kiss her thigh then follow it up with a bite, teeth nipping at her skin.
One of my fantasies is marking her body in a dozen different ways so everyone knows I’ve been there; bruises.
Hickeys. A hand print on her ass when she misbehaves.
“You said you wanted me to stop but look at you. You’re going to come, aren’t you?
My beautiful whore can’t resist being filled, can she? God, angel. You’re exquisite to watch.”
Max drops her head back, her pace quickening. I tighten the hand around her neck, watching her nipples harden and her arousal stain my fingers. She’s dripping on my hand, her legs convulsing as I surprise her with a fourth finger, kissing her stomach as her hands slide down the wall.
“Don’t fucking move,” I warn her and she nods, a single tear rolling down her cheek.
I wipe it away with my thumb, humming as she lifts her arms again.
“There you go, baby. You’re doing so well.
Doesn’t this feel good? You’re going to get three orgasms tonight, angel, and after, I want you to thank me for each one. ”
She nods and I reward her by playing with her clit, pinching and licking and marveling at how her body reacts to me.
Her movements turn frantic, desperate, and I know she’s close.
Max lifts her hips, raising herself all the way off my hand before slamming back down on my fingers.
She doesn’t stop, her body a coil coming undone, and she tries to let out a scream.
Her hands claw at the wall, unable to get any traction, riding the wave of pleasure that slams into her with full force.
I told her I wasn’t going to be gentle, and I’m not. I don’t let her recover, wrenching the knife out of the mattress and holding it up so she can see. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, a plea behind her eyes.
“Is there something you want to say to me?” I tap her chin, proud when she opens her mouth. I take the underwear and trace her lips with the wet lace. “You know what my answer is going to be.”
“Please don’t. I can’t—it’s going to hurt and—”
“I’m not hearing any safe words. What I am hearing is a lot of begging.
Do not let your hips drop, Max.” I scoot out from under her and take her arms, bringing her hands to the curve of the headboard.
Her body shakes and I kiss her shoulder, moving the hair away from her neck.
I sit next to her, using the pre-cum on my cock to wet my length, jerking myself off to the sight of her listening to my every word.
“You’re going to do this, and you’re going to like it, angel.
You’ve been asking for it, and it’s too late to take it back.
Don’t pretend like you haven’t wanted this. ”
“I have,” she whispers. “Since the moment I first saw you.”
I almost come all over my hand. It’s nearly impossible to focus, but I do, not wanting to end up with an injury.
My thumb and index finger form a pinch grip, grasping the handle just above the blade.
I spin the weapon in my hold, the handle upright and rubbing against her clit.
She’s still wet, and I know this is going to slide into her with ease.
“Ready for round two, baby?” I ask, giving her the reins. She’s in charge now, and when she nods, I smile. “Legs open a little wider for me. That’s it. Fuck, Max. You’re perfect.”
I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t want to give her time to understand what I’m putting inside her. I keep two fingers on her clit and press the bottom of the handle against her entrance, taking her nipple between my teeth to distract her from the unusual intrusion.
The first part of the knife disappears in her pussy, and her startled moan echoes around us. A couple quick rubs of her clit help to relax her, body melting with every inch I force inside her. She yells when I guide her all the way to the blade, her breath catching.
“I’m sorry.” Max bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. “You might need to gag me again. This—ah.” She rolls her hips, chasing another high. “It feels better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.”
“Scream, baby. This is just like that dream of yours, right? Where everyone watches you. Perfect Max,” I murmur. “Putting on a show.”
“No. No. I don’t want anyone to see me. I don’t want them to know I like this. I don’t. I hate it.”
“You’re staining my sheets, angel. You don’t hate a fucking thing about this.”
“This is all your fault. You’ve made me like things I’ve never liked before.
” She sighs. I don’t know if it’s with relief or gratitude or acceptance, but whatever it is, it flips a switch.
Her movements turn sultry, intoxicating.
I can’t stop looking at her, especially when she bats her eyes and smirks. “You like it too.”
“Of course I do. I like everything about you, Max.” My palm dances up to the back of her head, bringing her mouth to mine. I kiss her, swallowing down the moan she makes when my tongue brushes against hers. “Take what you need, baby. Let me watch then worship you after.”
“Dirty boy,” she murmurs, finding a rhythm.
I touch myself, matching her tempo. Every time she works the knife another inch deeper inside her, my fist reaches the base of my cock.
I want to come more than I’ve ever wanted anything else in life, but fucking her after this is all I can think about.
She’s going to be so wet and ready for me, and I groan in anticipation.
“Are you close?” I ask, and she nods.
“Touch my clit,” she begs, and I shake my head.
“No. The knife only, sweetheart. You can get creative.”
Frustration flashes across her face. “Can I move my hands?”
“As long as you don’t touch yourself.”
Max adjusts her position, wincing as the knife slips out of her.
I keep my hold on it, wondering what her plan is.
Surprising me, she kneels on the mattress.
Her forearms rest against the pillows, putting her on all fours, and she slowly rubs her clit against the handle.
A long, low groan works out of her, and she closes her eyes.
“Perfect,” she whispers. “So perfect.”
“Open your eyes, Max. Look at the mess you’ve made.” Reluctantly, she blinks and glances down. Her cheeks turn bright pink at the sight of the handle and the damp spot on the sheets. “You could never not want this.”
I let her do what she wants, awestruck as she brings herself close to the edge again. Her breathing changes, tits heaving and chasing the high I know she craves.
“Hunter,” she pants, and I can tell fatigue is setting in. Determination glints behind her eyes and she throws her head back, sinking into the raw indulgence of getting what she wants. I watch her like a hawk, ready to haul her out of harm’s way if her legs give out. “I’m going to come.”
“Good, angel. Then it’s my turn,” I say, kissing her. She gasps, the full-body experience sweeping over her. I’m there to catch her, gathering her in my arms and replacing the knife with my fingers, the aftershock catching her by surprise. “Such a pretty cunt. I’ve got you.”
Max swallows down another gasp as I slow my fingers. I kiss her forehead and smile when she wiggles in my hold, lifting her wrists.
“Let me go,” she says. “I want to touch you.”
“There’s an offer I can’t say no to.” I use the knife to cut the ropes, freeing her hands. She puts her palms on my cheeks then my chest, kissing me. “Are you doing okay?”
“I’m great.” Her lazy smile tells me she’s transcended to the blissed-out spot of subspace; glassy eyes. Brain fog, complete calm. “That was all very intense. Lovely.”
“Do you need a breather?” I check her wrists, kissing the pink skin rubbed slightly raw by the rope. “Some water?”
“No. You mentioned something about my ass. Don’t go easy on me now, Hunter.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” Max straddles me, and I rest my hands on her hips. “Are you going to fill me up, or do I need to find someone else who can?”
I growl at the idea of someone else touching her and flip her off me. I put her on her stomach, dragging her knees back. Ass in the air, face in the pillows, I wrap her hair around my wrist and tug, gleeful when she cries out.
“Stop being a brat just because you got off.” I reach into the bedside table drawer, pulling out the new butt plug I ordered just for her. I grab a bottle of lube too, and rest back on my heels. My thumb traces along the line of her crack, and I smile. “Has anyone touched you here?”
“No.” She shivers and rocks into my touch. “You’d be the first.”
“Good. We’ll do my finger first, then the plug.”