Chapter 24
Eva's arm trembled in my grip, her scent swelling around us as she pieced together exactly what—or I should say who—had found their way into her bedroom.
My cock throbbed at the spark of recognition in her eyes, at the way she swallowed hard as she tried—and failed—to break free of me.
She screamed again, either because the adrenaline had hit her hard and she was in the back seat of her finer motor functions, or because she was playing along with the bit.
In any case, my veins were alight with excitement, and I didn't want to be interrupted.
"Hey now," I said, giving her a hard shove so that she overbalanced onto the overly pink bedspread, her pigtails fanning behind her like I'd seen so many times through the blue-light flicker of my computer screen. "You have neighbors."
Something too close to defiance shone through her blue eyes as she lashed out, trying to kick me aside, but I was faster. I caught her leg, forcibly rolling her onto her stomach and dragging her down the bed until my clothed cock was resting against her ass as I bore down on her.
With all her squirming and fighting, heavy breathing and cursing, it wasn't a surprise to me that she didn't hear the snick of my pocket knife opening. She certainly felt it though, when the cold metal pressed into the side of her neck, making her go rigid.
"C-Cameo..." Eva stammered. "What are you...?"
"Light check," I said smoothly, with a heavy grind against Eva's ass.
Fuck, I'd been desperate since I'd caught a glimpse of her in the shower. But I was patient, and our little game of cat and mouse was well worth the wait, if it was going to end like this.
From this angle, I couldn't see Eva's face, but the way that the strawberries in the air seemed to sun-ripen the bright greeny undercurrent of her set lingering on the back of my tongue, and the press of her ass upwards to meet my grind, told me what she was going to say before the words managed to pass her lips.
"Yellow."
I hummed, not exactly the eager participation I was hoping for. "Was a hanger really the best you could do to defend yourself against me?" I asked, not pressing any further. Giving her time to adjust to her new reality.
That I was in control, and she couldn't do anything to change that.
"You should be more prepared..."
"I don't usually have psychos hiding in my closet," she complained breathily with a wriggle.
I chuckled, free hand turning her head to the side. I shifted over her to meet her eye, removing the knife from her throat to dangle it in her vision. "You're going to need one of these, Eva."
"I wouldn't even know how to use it," she whispered, licking her lips nervously.
"Shame," I crooned softly, "Guess you'll just have to be my personal pincushion then..." I slid the flat of the blade down Eva's side until I reached the band of her little thong.
"Cameo!" she said, in what I was surely supposed to be admonishment, but was deeply undercut by her whimpered moan as I used the tip of the blade to pull the fabric away from her skin.
"Light?" I asked patiently.
"Yellow," Eva whispered, her blue eyes full of anticipation.
"How about I make you a deal, cumslut? I'll teach you the right way to use the knife, but I'm going to show you the fun way first."
Her teeth sunk into the flesh of her lip. "And if I say no?"
I clicked my tongue, letting go of her jaw to reach into my back pocket to pull out the last page of the contract that she'd signed the week before, dropping it onto the mattress in front of her eyes.
"Cam—"
I smoothed the page, tapping her signature with a tattooed finger. "This is your signature, is it not?"
"I-It is—but—" she said quickly, swallowing.
"Knife play was on your list of interests. I'm offering you a chance to explore it."