Chapter 13 #2
Skyler and his opponent circle each other, swinging without making solid contact, falling into a rhythm neither can overcome.
All the while, my knife on Brigit's thigh glides back and forth, barely touching her, never coming close to breaking skin, her squirming flooding my body with desire, pooling low in my belly and sending all the blood to my throbbing dick.
Finally, Skyler's fist collides with the other man's jaw, rocking him to the side. Brigit's gasp urges me on, trailing the blade further up her leg, sinking my fingers into the soft warmth of her inner thigh to spread her open for me.
She turns her head towards me, either to stop me or kiss me if her hooded gaze locked on my mouth is any indication, but I need her focused on the violence, fear, and undeniable arousal, indulging herself in her wickedness. If I let those soft lips find mine, I'll be lost in her.
The hand draped around her shoulders moves fast as a viper's strike, wrapping under her jaw and forcing her gaze back to the pummeling Skyler's doling out.
"Eyes on the fight," I order, my grip on her jaw rough enough to keep her in place but not painful. The knife clatters onto the table, drawing her attention before my hand finds its path between her legs again, free to touch and explore without the possibility of harming her.
Fortunately for me, Sky's opponent can give as good as he gets, otherwise this would be over before I reach my destination between Brigit's soft thighs.
A whimper slips from her lips as I spread those pretty legs further, the heat from her pussy so close I swear I can feel it begging for me.
Right as Skyler lands another punch, I swipe my finger through the apex of her thighs, finding a deliciously drenched layer of fabric between her cunt and my hand.
A groan radiates through me as I gently explore the damp panties keeping her from me.
Biting back a moan, she tries to roll her head back, stopped only by my grip on her jaw.
Another brutal punch lands, and I ease her panties to the side, her legs opening and begging me for more, even though her brain hasn't yet accepted that this is what she needs. Her fingers dig into the seat at her side and the edge of the table, her knuckles white from the effort of keeping still.
Finding her swollen, wet clit has me gritting my teeth against fucking coming in my pants.
"Oh, Brigit,” I taunt in her ear, my voice gritty and low, filthy with desire, "All this from just watching a little fighting?
Or was it the thrill of knowing at any moment I could slice your pretty skin open?
I could make you bleed for me and you'd love every second as long as my fingers make this needy cunt cry, huh? "
A pathetic, humiliated whimper is her only answer as I swipe through all the beautiful, slippery warmth between her legs, rubbing it into her clit in precise, gentle circles.
I chuckle, "My sweet, sick little sadist. Don't worry, baby, I'll take care of you.”
My middle and ring fingers slide into her hot, soaked opening, and she moans as it wraps tight and soft around me, welcoming my digits inside her.
Fucking hell.
Her cunt feels so good around my fingers. She's all pillowy and drenched, taking them over and over again as I fuck into her with my hand, finding the rhythm that has her panting.
She bites her lips to hold in her breathy sounds, her face twisted in tortured pleasure as she watches Skyler beat the shit out of someone, and I wrench pleasure from between her legs.
"You're so fucking wet, Brigit," I groan, "And this," my thumb swipes across her clit and finally pulls a desperate cry from her lips. "Oh, fuck, this is all swollen and hot. You need to come so bad, don't you?"
Her lips wobble, trying not to admit the truth we both already know.
But her hips rocking into my hand, her distractingly hard nipples barely hidden from me, and the decadent liquid spilling onto my hand with every thrust of my fingers is all the proof I need.
The roar of the crowd around us and the sickening thuds coming from the ring are a warning that the fight has almost reached its brutal end, and fuck, I need Brigit to do the same.
I press my thumb against that hot bundle of nerves again, watching her face as it morphs into a perfect picture of that delicious moment she's lost on the edge of oblivion, just before she finds release.
My hand at her jaw covers her mouth, keeping her cries trapped against my palm.
"You're so fucking close, Brig. Give it to me. Let me have it. I fucking need it." The last few syllables are hardly more than wild groans uttered into her hair.
But they push her into orgasm, her hot cunt squeezing around me over and over, her legs shaking as they clamp around my hand, nearly crushing them the same way I wish she'd do to my fucking head.
"Oh, that's it, Bunny. You're so good. This cunt's so good, squeezing around me like a vice, trying to take me deeper and deeper."
I pump my fingers into her again and again, delirious with the need to make this fucking last, make her squeal and come until she can't take it any longer. "I love fucking you with my hand. Could do this forever as long as you keep creaming for me."
Dragging her through it over and over, I squeeze every drop of pleasure from her until her fluttering pussy calms, and she descends into overstimulation. Easing my fingers from her, I hold them up to catch the flashing, colorful light, her orgasm dripping down my digits.
"So pretty," I mumble, finding Brigit staring with similar wonder.
Sticking them into my mouth, I groan at her flavor.
Cunt is always going to taste like cunt, but hers tastes like it's mine, like she was made to be fingered and eaten and fucked by me, brought to orgasm every single day by me and only me.
Her brows furrow again, watching me salaciously enjoy everything she gave me.
All that rigid posture from before has fled, leaving her soft and pliant in my hold, even leaning back against my arm behind her.
Her breathing slowly returns to normal as the crowd around us dissipates, off to drink and fuck, flooded with the endorphins from watching such violent depravity.
Once the room is empty of everyone but us and staff, I help her to her feet, slipping my knife back into my pocket and grabbing the folder to bring to my office.
Her eyes stay locked on the floor, refusing to look at me.
"Brigit," I use a gentle grip to lift her chin, bringing her gaze to mine. She's still red and warm from the afterglow, still slightly dazed. But her expression is not that of a woman who just had an overwhelming orgasm. "What's wrong?"
She clears her throat, "I shouldn't- shouldn't have—"
"Shouldn't have what?"
"Let you do that."
"You didn't," I shrug. Brigit and I both know she enjoyed every second. But if she needs me to carry the burden of her dark desires, that's what I'll do. "I didn't give you a choice. If you've forgotten, I'm not above harming people to get what I want."
"And what you wanted was..." her voice trails off.
"To make you come on my fingers, yeah."
"Cormac!" Skyler's too excited voice echoes off the walls as he bounds up to us, shirtless, caked in blood, and looking far too happy about it. "Oh, hi! You must be Brigit. Nice to meet you. Did you enjoy the show?"
There's no way he could have known what we were getting up to during his fight, but the wild, self-satisfied smirk across his face makes it clear he knows anyway.
Brigit turns bright red, clearing her throat. "Okay, well, you have what you needed from me. I should get going."
Skyler's grin grows at her blushing cheeks. Fucking asshole knows how much she enjoyed the show.
Any normal guy would be bristling with jealousy at the idea of his obsession having an orgasm while their eyes were locked on another man. But it's not about him, it's about the blood and violence. It could have been anyone, and she would have enjoyed it all the same.
"Actually, I think we should go over it together," I grin.
"That wasn't the deal," she mumbles, her eyes flicking between me and Skyler, who hasn't yet gotten the message that he should walk away.
"I guess next time you'll get it in writing, won't you, Miss Lawyer?" I chuckle. "It won't take long. I’ll get you a bottle of water.” I can’t resist the need to take care of her in some small way after so brutally ravaging her.
Discomfort twists her face, the guilt she feels growing. She knows she should say no. So do I.
But I can't bear to see her leave yet.
"I insist," a wicked grin pulls at my lips. "I can either insist nicely or not so nicely. Your pick."
After only a moment's pause, she nods. "Fine. Lead the way."