Chapter 13 Lucky Thirteen #2
She nods eagerly, and I yank the knife up, slicing through her bra.
The cups fall aside, revealing her gorgeous tits.
My mouth waters again, and I turn the blade sideways, running the wide side up the swell of her breast to her nipple.
She’s breathing hard and shivering at once, her breath coming in little gasps as I run the cold steel over the edge of her nipple.
It pebbles instantly, goosebumps racing over her naked skin.
I chuckle as I trace the sharp edge ever so gently around her delicate pink areola.
“Preston,” she whispers.
I slide the knife over, dragging the blade against the protruding, puckered flesh at the center of her nipple. She whimpers and drops her head back, a shudder wracking her whole body. I tease the knife over the tip of her nipple, and she gasps, her hips jerking this time.
“Is this making you wet?” I ask. “Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all.”
She shakes her head.
“I think someone’s lying,” I say, a taunting edge in my voice as I run the blade around her other nipple, never breaking the skin. “Do you need to be punished for that, too?”
“No,” she whispers. “Please.”
I run the blade lightly down her belly, and she draws a shuddering breath. Goosebumps sweep over her skin again as I circle her bellybutton with the tip of the blade, then flick it inside.
“Should we find out?” I ask.
I move the knife lower, flattening the blade and skimming it down her lower belly to the top of her panties.
I tilt the edge of the blade, using it to lift the elastic before letting it drop back into place.
I grin at her, my cock swelling at the sight of all that naked flesh laid out before me like a buffet.
“Preston, no,” she whimpers, shivering and trying to draw her arms in instinctually.
“Last chance to tell the truth,” I tease, skimming the flat side of the blade over her swollen mound. “You can say it, Doll. I can smell how wet you are already. Now be a good girl and tell me who you’re wet for.”
“I’m not,” she whispers through panting breaths. “Not for you.”
“Mm, I think my good girl wants me to think she’s naughty,” I say. “I know better, but I’ll play along if you want to be punished so badly.”
I slide the knife through the crotch of her panties, and she shrieks like I cut her, even though the sharp edge of the blade faces away from her skin. I slice through it in one swift motion. Then I set the knife on the bed beside me and reach into the box, pulling out a bottle of lube.
“What’s that for?” she asks, lifting her head from the pillows to watch me.
“You said you weren’t wet,” I say, smiling as I squeeze out more than enough. “And I once told you that I’d save your ass for when you weren’t a good girl.”
I stroke my finger across the knotted, pink bud of her rear entrance.
“What?” she gasps, jerking at her arms. “No, Preston. You can’t. You’re too big.”
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you ready,” I say, working my fingertip into the tight ring of muscle.
She takes a shuddering breath, her head falling back on the pillow.
I kneel up, forcing my finger deeper. I slide it out, squeezing more lube onto it without removing my fingertip.
Then I sink it deep inside her again, as deep as it will go.
The squeeze of her ass makes my cock throb deep down into the roots.
“Oh fuck, Doll,” I groan. I twine my fingers together, working a second one into her tight hole, loosening her up while she moans and tilts her pelvis.
I use my other hand to stroke her clit, sinking two fingers into her cunt at the same time.
When she’s slick with lube, dripping from both holes, I pull out my cock and press it to her rear entrance.
It knots up again, but I spread her cheeks and finger her ass again, holding myself back from going too fast. Watching her ass stretch around even a finger, watching her take it with panting, whimpering breaths, nearly undoes me.
At last, I kneel up and hold my cock firmly, shoving the tip inside with a quick thrust. She shrieks, her head shooting up, her eyes so round I can see white all around her pretty blue irises. “You’re too big,” she cries.
“Relax,” I say, reaching up to stroke her clit.
I’m shaking with holding back from fucking the tightest hole I’ve ever been inside, my control hanging from a thread. I push forward, and I see her cunt pulse as I drive in another inch.
“Preston, stop!” she gasps, her eyes filled with tears.
“Not until I’ve claimed every part of you,” I growl.
“I—I’ve never done this before.”
My cock pulses inside the vice grip of her ass, and I know she feels it too, because she gasps. “Then it’s another first I’ll claim,” I growl. “Now take it like a good girl, or I’ll give it to you like a bad girl.”
Her mouth drops open in a shuddering gasp, and her cunt pulses again. I chuckle and stroke her clit harder, smearing her wetness over her chubby little mound.
“You like that, don’t you?” I ask, thrusting deeper. Her thighs clench, and her nipples tighten into peaks of arousal. “You’re fucking soaked. Tell me how much you like it.”
“I do,” she admits, a scarlet blush sweeping up her neck and over her face.
She drops her head back, her tits heaving as she breathes through the pain.
I push the rest of the way in. I want to go slow, but I’ve never felt something grip me so hard, and it’s impossible to be gentle.
I pull out and thrust into her as deep as I can go.
She cries out, tears leaking from her eyes.
“I wear a permanent mark that says I’m yours,” I say. “Every part of you should be mine, too.”
“You’re insane,” she says, her voice hitching. A sob breaks from her, but she tries to be brave, my sweet girl.
“Are you just now figuring that out?” I ask, relishing the shuddering breaths that go through her as I ram into her again, making the handcuffs rattle against the railing.
“Please,” she begs, fear and panic in her eyes, her voice, the shaking of her whole body as she tries to get her sobs under control.
“You needed punishment,” I say. “You’ll remember this for the rest of your life, Doll. You’re lucky it won’t leave marks. Scars are forever.”
She gulps, staring up at me in helpless, trembling fear.
She’s scared of her own pleasure, how good I make her feel.
I can tell by the way her eyes go wild when I lick my thumb and mash it down on her clit.
“Is that what this is about?” she asks. “You’re doing something ugly to me because you hate your own face? ”
“You hate my face,” I remind her. “You ask me to turn out the lights before I fuck you.”
“Because I don’t want you to think about it,” she says, tears streaming down her temples. “I don’t want you to be self-conscious. I don’t care, Preston. You’re still you.”
“What do you know about me?” I ask, gripping her hips and pumping into her hard and fast. “If you want to make this about something, how about the fact that you left town so you didn’t have to see our family being destroyed?”
“What could I have done?” She’s breathing hard, her skin crimson and dewy with sweat as she approaches climax too.
“Your father helped destroy us,” I say, my voice hard, stabbing my cock roughly into her ass. “You came home twice a year and never tried to stop him. You joined in the celebration, threw fucking parties with the Dolces. You might as well have held a wake for my family while you were at it.”
“It’s not my fault,” she cries. “I was eighteen, Preston. What was I supposed to do?”
“I was seventeen when they did this to my face,” I say, gesturing to the horrible mask of my own skin. “You know what Dr. Swift said? That I was lucky. Lucky all I lost was an eye and half my face.”
“I’m sorry,” she pants, lifting her hips now to take my thrusts, even though I can tell she’s not aware she’s doing it. I know her body even better than she does. “But you have no right to hurt me because the Dolces hurt you.”
“Right,” I say. “Because I’m so lucky. At least I kept my life. I was eighteen when the Dolces tried to take that, too—again. I was eighteen when they raped my cousin and drove my aunt to suicide, when I graduated and could have left town with a diploma. But I didn’t. I stayed.”
“They’re your family,” she manages. Her ass is so slick, so tight, I can’t help but fuck it hard and fast, the orgasm building low in my belly and gripping my balls, ready for release.
“And your family turned your back on us, just like you,” I say.
“And I’m not done. I was nineteen when they beat Colt almost to death, when he had to spend months in the hospital and got permanent brain damage, when I helped teach him how to fucking eat by himself again.
When they dragged some girl out to the swamp and left her for dead, and I spent six months bringing her back to life, because I had the shitty luck to be the person who found her, and then I watched her go back to them.
So don’t tell me age is an excuse. You knew what you were doing.
You tried to run from me, making me think you loved me so you’d come back.
Now I’ve got you, and you’re not going anywhere.
And you’ll never forget that you’re mine.
You always have been, and you always will be. ”
I pick up her rose toy, the one I snagged from the bedside table in California and added to my collection.
Switching it on, I rub it through her drenched folds before grinding it onto her clit.
She sucks in a breath, unable to make a sound as her throat catches.
Her hips buck, impaling her slippery ass in quick little strokes on my cock.
The sensation combined with watching her come undone, watching her tits jiggle and the wordless ecstasy on her face, rips through the last threads of my control.