Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
PERILOUS
The blade gently touches her cunt. She shivers. She wants to thrust but knows it’ll cut her.
Trust.
It’s all about trust.
“Is there anything you need to tell me?” I ask.
“I swear on my life, no,” Annika purrs. “I’ve never had anything to do with anything. I swear.”
I turn the knife around so the sharp end faces me. I carefully slice and lift the knife, exposing her light pink, pearled clit. I rub the back of the knife blade against her clit and her hips shake.
“You have a dark side, Annika. This is your dark side. Pleasure. Pain. The way it mixes together. Life is dark too. I’m dark. Possessed and evil. A force that you somehow want to reckon with. That’s why you’re about to come, aren’t you, doll? The knife touching your clit. Your cunt dripping…”
Fuck.
I place the knife onto her stomach and leave it there. My left thumb pulls at the damp hood of her clit. My right hand moves between her legs and I slam my pointer and middle fingers into her cunt.
Her hips jolt up and she screams as her sweet desire escapes from her. Like a pipe bursting, it’s a gush that sprays my hand and her inner thighs.
I dip my mouth between her legs for a taste of that honey and then I stand up. I take the knife once more and just hold it in my hand.
The orders are given for Annika to open my jeans and suck my cock. Everything is fluid between us. I give commands. She listens.
The knife scares the fuck out of her, yet the more I tease her with it the wetter and crazier she gets. My cock stands tall and free, a throbbing member waiting for necessary attention.
“Can I touch you?” Annika asks in the sweetest little purring voice possible.
I nod, giving her permission. As though she can read my mind, she grasps me with both hands. It’s fun to watch how I measure up to the size of her hands and the attempt at her grip around me.
Her fingertips cannot touch and even with both of her hands on my cock, there is plenty more to offer.
“Can I suck it?”
“No,” I tell her. “You can fucking gag.” I show her the knife once again, then place it to her left nipple. “Or maybe I’ll just slice off a souvenir for myself…”
Annika opens her hands and they fall away from my cock. Her mouth moves forward and takes me.
The first warm rush of her slippery mouth and her sloppy tongue makes the entire lower half of my body tense right the fuck up. My cock wants to explode right there. The feeling hits me so hard that I actually consider pulling away from her.
Just in case.
I do not… never… ever… finish in a woman’s mouth, cunt, ass, or even her hand. My cock. My cum. My control. Always.
I growl loudly and I thrust forward. I slide with ease into Annika’s mouth and I keep going. When I test the back of her mouth, she gags. It’s like a beautiful harmony to my ears. Gagging and groaning on my cock. The wet sound of her mouth as I fuck…
She makes a move, thrusting forward at me.
“You want to play fucking games, doll?” I ask. “Fine…”
I place the knife to her throat. The blade against her skin.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth,” I tell her. “If you try to move, well…”
Now it’s fun again.
My left hand holds the back of her head. My right hand holds the knife to her throat. This is vulnerability. This is trust. This is where we start.
And in some beautiful sense, it’s up to Annika right now to decide if she wants to live or die.
* * *
As soon as that finality hit me, I pull my cock free from Annika’s tight, tempting mouth and toss the knife to the bed.
My left hand replaces the knife at her throat as my right hand touches my saliva soaked cock. I push at her throat and move her down a little on the bed. Right down to her elbows.
One stroke forward with my hand and my cock spurts that first heavy shot of cum at her chest. The second shot is just as powerful. So is the third. I literally feel like my balls are going to explode right now. I’m coming so hard my fucking legs are shaking.
I squeeze my cock until it hurts. My hand slides freely, the mix of Annika’s spit and my cum acting like an erotic lube. I keep stroking and the cum keeps pumping from me.
When I finally stop, I take my hand away from myself and look at the mess I’ve made. I look at the mess on Annika’s beautiful body.
She’s leaning back on her elbows, eyes wide, her nipples hard, tits looking succulent. Covered in my cum. All the way down to her pubic hair and her glistening cunt, still swollen, looking ready to be fucked.
What else am I supposed to do right now?
I lower myself down and tease her clit with the head of my cock. She gasps and lifts herself.
“Scream,” I growl at her.
“Fuck me,” she says.
It’s too proper. Too quiet.
I reach for the knife. “I said to scream!”
“Fuck me!” Annika yells. “Fuck me right now!”
“More,” I order. “More!”
“Fuck my soaked cunt!”
I damn near fucking howl as I thrust forward, sliding into her sheathed walls, that intense wet grip taking me. I can’t believe this is happening right now. My cock is still gently throbbing from the first orgasm and now her cunt is tempting me to deliver even more cum.
I bring the knife into the air and fall forward with a grunt. My left hand hits the bed. My right hand comes down.
Annika lets out a scream of total fear. Her cunt tightens even more around me.
God, I swear this woman is going to snap my cock right off my body.
I don’t stab her. Of course I don’t. The knife hits the bed and sinks in with ease. I grip the end of the knife tight and fuck Annika like I’m never going to feel her again.
My body is thrown into a sense of overdrive as I feel another round of pure rushing bliss hit me. She’s drained my cock with her mouth and now I’m somehow a minute man over here, ready to go again.
I pull the knife out of the bed and pull my cock from her cunt. I stroke myself just like I always do at this moment of pinnacle. Another blast of cum is thrown from my cock, hitting her left shoulder. My balls instantly start to ache with pain.
I release my hold on my cock and let it just hang there, throbbing, cum collecting and dripping whenever it feels like it.
I take the knife and carefully run the blade along Annika stomach. I make sure I don’t cut her but I also make sure I collect some of my cum.
“Lick the blade, doll,” I order her.
There’s no hesitation from her. No fear. No shivering or shaking. She opens her mouth and sticks out her tongue.
“Trust, Annika,” I say. “Trust…”
I place the blade on her tongue, carefully slide it and turn it a little, depositing my cum on her tongue. I do so without cutting her.
I then toss the knife to the floor and grab her face with both of my hands. And I kiss her, hard and deep.
Yeah, I taste my own cum. What the fuck do I care? I have Annika right where I want her. Her life is over. But she has me.
And she has no idea what’s going to happen next.
* * *
She showers, eats, and falls asleep. All without the need of drugs.
She’s in a state of pure, confused bliss the entire time. Battling her own emotions. Her deep seeded needs that I’ve met. The ones she didn’t even know existed because her mind— like many others —wouldn’t even allow the thought to cross it. And you wonder why so many are bored or depressed when it comes to their bedroom enjoyment.
I don’t go near the bed as she sleeps. I’m not here to fucking cuddle her or play with her hair and stroke her cheek. I’m not here to steal sleepy kisses and whisper romantic phrases that bear no weight on the world we live in.
I’m not ripped from the pages of a book. I’m ripped from the depths of hell. My task here is redemption and she’s in front of me, sound asleep.
I lean over her and lower my mouth down to hers. I kiss her as she sleeps. She groans, waking up, kissing me back.
“Trust,” I say into her sleepy mouth.
“ Trust ,” she whispers back.
She falls back asleep.
I have to take care of something right now. I have to leave her be. I know if I wake her and tell her to drink some GHB she will. She will listen. She will obey. She will respect my command.
I’m not going to do that. But I’m also not going to just leave the fucking room and leave her be. Trust only goes so far at the moment.
I roll Annika to her belly and order her hands behind her back. She listens without a word. I tie her hands behind her back, very tight. She groans but she doesn’t protest. I do the same to her ankles and then tie the ropes holding her wrists and ankles together. That’s how she’ll sleep.
Yes, it’ll be uncomfortable, but oh fucking well. Life is uncomfortable. Life is painful.
Sometimes our best made plans get completely fucked up for no good reason at all.
* * *
“Are you sure?”
“I’m fucking more than sure right now.”
“Even with your face looking the way it does? Is she fucking blind?”
“You’ve asked questions and I’ve given you answers.”
“I should have known. Distracted by delicious cunt. You do realize I may have to take a taste for myself, right? I mean, if it’s that good. It only makes sense.”
I cannot express the rage I feel at that comment.
Luc knows it. Luc plays into it.
I have to be very fucking careful right now…
“She’s delicious. She’s something worth what I’m doing. I never thought it would happen.”
“I guess I figured eventually. Let’s be real, once one jumps, they all jump. My brother made the first move. Him and that sweet Serafina.”
“Nobody has influenced me.”
“You do know this doesn’t change anything. What I’ve requested. What I’ve demanded. It doesn’t change. Think this through.”
“I already have. I need this to happen. So I can focus elsewhere.”
“Right. Of course.”
“I don’t have to ask permission for this. I’m speaking to you in advance out of respect, Luc. Either way I’m showing up. I want the ceremony to be done my way. That’s how it goes. Correct?”
“Of course. Tradition. Who am I to break it? I’m not a bad guy, Perilous. I’m not evil. At least not in the way you think. We all make very hard decisions in life. You included. Just tell me though… you’re sure…?”
Am I fucking sure about this? It’s none of Luc’s goddamn business. Whether I’m drunk, sure, sober, high, angry, happy, horny, or hard… it’s not Luc’s concern. What’s going to happen next… is going to happen next.
I just have to make this happen carefully so I don’t end up having my throat slit in front of my brood and in front of the Legion.