1. The Blind Date #2
He pinched my clit, and cupped my pussy, sucking on my ear while his lips trailed downwards until they wrapped around a nipple and bit it so hard.
“ Fuck. ” I cussed, panting.
He rolled a nipple between his fingers, sucking on the other one. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He murmured against my breasts.
My cunt was throbbing, and my breathing felt on edge. Every inch of my body burned to be taken, to be claimed and used in ways I didn't think was possible until tonight.
I wasn't a good girl. I didn't want to be treated like one.
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Please, what?” he teased me.
“You know what I want…”
*No, I don't. I want you to beg for it.”
He pinched my clit, and I could feel my eyes roll back in their sockets.
“Please…I want you to fuck me.” I whimpered.
“There's a good girl.” He chuckled, kissing my neck.
“Now, why don't you spread your legs and let me treat you like the good little slut you are.”
My head was light, throbbing a little but my raging heartbeat overshadowed it. My stomach twisted into knots, a dark thrill coursing through my veins at the thought of being taken.
The darkness that surrounded me made his predatory presence more exciting. I could feel him—his hitching breath against my skin, his raging hard on and the warmth his rough, wicked lean fingers provided as they teased my skin.
It was maddening.
“Are you scared?” he nipped my ear.
“Maybe,” I swallowed.
“Good, you should be.”
He retreated a little and a strange object touched my skin. I shuddered, biting down on my lips. My body stiffened and I almost melted into the pillow when I sensed the cold feel of a steel against my body.
“This has to go.” He said with a low grunt, tugging at my dress and a ripping sound filled the air afterwards.
I was a mess of torn silk, trembling legs, parted lips, puckered nipples and a dripping pussy. The cold air hardened my sensitive buds to a stiff peak. I whimpered, arching off the bed when I felt the tip of the steel graze my nipples.
“Mmmhm…”
It wasn't until he teased my throat with the tip of the steel that I connected the dots.
It was a knife.
I had used tons of sex toys on myself on most lonely nights to take the edge off but I had never tried using a knife before. I had only read about gun and knife play in the unhinged books I read whenever I wasn't coordinating a flight.
“Will it hurt?” I asked in a small voice.
“Yes, but you'll love it.”
I turned putty, wiggling desperately for some form of friction. The edge of the knife was blunt but it didn't make it any more stimulating as he dragged it across my skin. I was already messing up the sheets with my arousal when the knife hovered on my sensitive nipples.
The restraints around my wrists and ankles suspended me as I thrust my chest forward, panting and whimpering.
“Please…” my voice thinned out.
I was reduced to a weak, helpless mess and the thought of it made me even wetter.
“So hungry, so desperate.” He grunted, teasing my nipples with the edge of the knife.
The contact was electric. “ Oh, that feels so fucking good. ”
My breasts were heavy. The way he dragged the knife over the slopes and curves of my aching boobs made me needier. Hot tears builded up at the back of my eyes, frustration biting at my skin because he knew where I needed him and he wasn't giving me what I wanted.
“It's too much…please, it's too much…” I didn't know what was too much. The torture or how I was overly stimulated.
I’d come in one single stroke if he touched me right now.
“You should see how gorgeous you look all tied up.” His deep, dark voice dripped with deranged amusement.
A long dirty moan tore from my lips as the sheer, ripping sound of my thong echoed through the room. His fingers glided over my moist cunt, soaking up all the moisture, and a grunt left his lips.
“You are making a mess everywhere, baby girl. I haven't even fucked you yet.” He snickered.
My stomach wanted to combust from its tightness as he stroked my clit with the knife. My whimpers were long, loud and almost deafening. The stimulation dulled my senses, making my toes curl and my legs buckled.
“ Ugh, fuck. ” My lips trembled. “More, I want more.”
“You want to ride this knife like the needy little whore you are, don't you?” I was a whore and that was exactly what I wanted to do.
“ Yes, please. Yes… ” I begged like I was begging for a drop of water like someone who had been thirsty for long.
“Good girl.”
He plunged the butt of the knife into my opening, and fuck, I wanted to melt into the sheets. It felt so fucking good and liberating to finally get what I wanted. My moans resounded through the room, so loud, so filthy and so embarrassing.
It should be pathetic that I was being fucked with a knife, scare me even, but I didn't care care if my wrists bled or turned raw, I lifted my hips and started pushing back and forth onto the knife, riding it hard and feeling myself fade into the pleasure it brought me.
“So messy, so wet, so needy.” He wrapped his fingers around my throat, choking me until my moans turned thin and my body felt like it wanted to tear itself inside out because the stimulation was too much to handle.
My head turned heavy, my nipples hardening to the point of pain.
“Oh, it's so good—so, so good.” I broke into a sob.
I wanted it. I wanted all of it. To be touched everywhere but he only thrust the butt of the knife in and out of me, screwing me ruthlessly until my throat was raw.
“Damnit, you are so tight.” He grunted, slowing his pace. He withdrew the knife, dragged it over my clit and plunged back in.
My mind blanked for a second.
I never thought giving up control could be this maddening. It was exhilarating and all I could think a about was why I had never done it before.
“Don't stop…don't…there…there.”
His grip hardened around my neck. I was overwhelmed and I fucking loved it . “Right here?” he taunted me, knowing he had me right where he wanted me.
“Oh, God. Yes.”
My vision felt faint against the silky dark material covering my eyes. My legs were wobbly, trembling so much because of my impending release. My stomach twisted into strong knots, and I started spluttering gibberish, drooling from the corners of my mouth.
“There's a good fucking girl.”
I had it. I almost had it. The most intense orgasm of my life but he pulled the plug.
He stopped
He hung me out to dry.
I whimpered. My limbs were burning from the pent up release. “Please, let me come. Please…”
“I never said you could come. You have to earn it.”
I tossed my head back, breathing heavily. Tears streamed down my face out of frustration and the deranged bastard licked it off. As he adjusted my restraints, it felt as though blood circulation around my wrists had halted.
He flipped me over, burying my face into the sheets.
“We are not done here.”
My face was buried into the sheets. It muffled my breathings. My ass was in the air, all in his face and I was so sure he could see my glistening pussy from this position.
I shuddered, electricity sprouting on my skin at the contact when he reached beneath me to cup a feel of my sensitive breasts.
“Do they hurt?” He twisted a nipple.
I moaned, soiling the sheets with my saliva.
“You are such a needy slut.” My body was still sore and trembling from the pent-up release. I felt full without even having anything inside of me.
“Do you know what I’m going to do to you now?” the cuffs around my wrists and legs clicked open.
I furrowed my brows. My hands were snatched behind me and he tied them up. My heart pounded against my ribcage because I had a feeling that whatever it was that he was about to do to me, I was going to be munching on the sheets like a bag of chips.
Something cold, dangerous enough to make my nipples harden and caused beads of sweat to trickle down my cleavage, landed on my spine.
I tried to discern what it was but he grabbed my hair, fisting on it and pressed my face into the mattress.
“I'm going to fuck you with this and you will scream for me.” My heart leapt to my chest.
The object scaled down my back, teasing my butt hole and I groaned at the intrusion.
“Is…is that a pistol?” I took a wild guess.
“Good girl.” He sounded impressed. “You'd love to be fucked with this, won't you?”
My words were crushed in my throat when he glided the barrel of the gun up and down my pussy. My whimper was deep-throated and I buried my face into the pillow like I was trying to run from it—from him.
“Ohhh… ”
“You love that?”
“Yes, ugh, yes!”
The tip parted my moist folds, teasing my clit enough to make me wiggle and trash against his predatory hold. The cool metal slid over my clit, horror and excitement slashing through me at the thought of having a dangerous weapon that took life intruding in my body.
It was as terrific as it was exciting.
“Breathe for me, baby. I'm going to need you to relax. You can take it.” He cooed, patting my hair.
I drew in a long breath and slowly puffed it out. The tip was thrusted slowly into me and I felt my breath close up. It was both foreign and exciting at the same time. My toes curled and I scratched at the covers as he thrust it out of me before plunging it back in.
“ Fuck !” the mattress stuffed in my face swallowed up my moans.
I could feel my arousal coating the tip as it went in and out of me, making sultry, sloppy sounds. The pain stretched me beyond my limits and the pleasure was there to dull it, consuming me a whole. It was a paradox of feelings, the most intense thing I had ever felt in my life.
“Just when I thought you couldn't get wetter.” He stroked my hair before pressing my face harder into the mattress, heightening his pace this time around, tainting me until I was sobbing into the mattress, begging for release.
It was fucked up.
It was screwed up.
It was too much.
“I can't—” I hiccuped. “I can't take it.”
“Yes, you can.” He grunted.
He slowed down, gathered my arousal and pushed it back into my cunt to fuck me.
God, no .