Chapter 19
Kinsley
Desperation had me complying. Physical exhaustion had sunk in the minute he cut my skin. The relief that came with each of the three cuts released every pent-up emotion the chase had caused.
What the hell was happening right now? While it was thoughtful of him to want to use a condom, he didn’t really expect me to fuck the handle, right?
This was a side of the Blade I’d never seen before.
Did I want to be fucked?
That was the question he’d asked. It rolled around in my head. My blood ran hot and fast, like wildfire beneath my skin, until all that remained was to obey the beast or call out my safeword.
Cool air brushed my bare skin as I shifted my body closer to his magnificent blade. My pussy clenched down, aching to be filled. The answer was loud and clear. This was going down. I brought the condom up to my mouth, placing the tip on my tongue.
Flavored?
The taste of strawberries exploded on my tongue, causing me to drool. I swallowed and lifted my eyes. Ivan’s were so intense as he waited for me to move. His tongue made an appearance, and everything in me screamed ‘put on a show’.
So, I did just that. I let out a little moan and moved the condom further back.
Holding it against the roof of my mouth with my tongue, and placed it over the top portion sticking out.
I squeezed the air out of the tip. Then with my lips folded under my teeth, I rolled it down the handle as far as I could comfortably.
Did I look sexy?
Probably not, but I was committed. Sensually, I circled the lower portion with my tongue before sliding back up to suck the tip gently. He rocked up on his knees, his cheek twitching in…was that jealousy? I used my fingers to roll the condom down the rest of the length I’d missed.
I rocked back into a kneeling position, straightened my shoulders and back and then flicked my eyes down. I placed my palms on my upper thighs and waited. Seconds ticked by as my heart hammered, each beat echoing in the ache of my core.
A startled yelp erupted as he yanked me to him. His lips claimed mine and kissed me sweetly, too sweetly—for a beast about to unleash on me.
And he was. There was no mistaking the need vibrating through him. He positioned me over the blade. A tremble went through me as his hands wrapped around my hips.
“Spread those legs, down you go,” he commanded.
Compliant as ever, I followed his lead. The handle touched my outer labia first, and self-preservation kicked in, and so did the instinct to fight.
What if it slipped? What if I got cut?
“No, if you want my cock, you will fuck my blade first. You’re more than ready for it. You’re weeping for me.”
The truth behind that statement lit up every one of my nerve endings, sparking them to life. Heat spilled across my skin in waves, sharp and all-consuming, dragging a sound of sheer desperation from my throat.
“Maybe this will help.”
He tilted my hips, knocking my swollen and overly sensitive clit on the handle. I let out a loud moan as my flesh relished the pressure. With careful, slow movements, he circled my hips around it.
Then his grip tightened. His calloused hands were so large that he spread my pussy wide with his thumbs as his fingers curled around the outside of my thighs.
“Oh my God, ple—” The word froze on my tongue as he pulled my hips down and the end of his blade pushed past my folds.
“Just the tip,” he murmured.
My head dropped down, and I peeked between my legs. I couldn’t look away as his handle disappeared inside me. Slowly he worked me down lower, rocking my hips side to side. Pleasure shot through me, and I shuddered. Just as I adjusted to the pressure, he was dragging me back up the handle.
Fuck.
He repeated the movement several times, and my breathing hitched. I was panting, my eyes closed as I gave in to this wickedness. On the next pass up, he paused at the tip and then shoved my hips down, burying the knife handle all the way inside me.
I sucked in a gasp and moaned out in pleasure as he did the move again. “Such a dirty little whore, fucking my blade. So pretty. Now you know what to do. Let me watch.”
On a whimper, I nodded, and his hands slipped free. Instantly, I missed the weight of them on me. But I desired to obey him more than anything else in the world.
Slurping noises reached my ears as I fucked myself. Even with heat rushing to my cheeks at the embarrassment of how much I was enjoying this, I didn’t stop.
Knowing which angles worked best for my body, I shifted, and the handle hit that spot inside me that had my eyes rolling back. His name slipped free. He growled in response as I picked up speed, looking to hit it again.
With a bruising grip on my hips, he leaned down and clamped his teeth on the round globe of my ass and bit down. I cried out from the sting but knew from experience that pleasure was right around the corner.
On the next pass down, I paused as the material of his coat was flush with my naked pussy. Moaning, I rocked my clit against a portion of the handle.
Something about knowing I was filled with the weapon he carried on him at all times—fucking the blade he killed men with—sent me into a frenzy. Then, the first flutters of my orgasm settled low in the pit of my stomach.
Sweat broke out as I continued to work my pussy up and down. Then I let my thoughts drift to what his cock was going to feel like sliding into my swollen pussy.
My core throbbed with each beat of my heart. He hadn’t given me clear instructions on if I could come or not. My leg muscles quivered, and I choked out his name.
“What is it,” he barked, reading my body language.
“I want to come, please,” I begged.
“Is that so? And you want to come on my blade?”
“No, Sir, I’d much rather come all over your cock while you fill this pussy with your hot cum. Oh, please.”
The second the words left my mouth, my body betrayed me. Heat bloomed beneath my skin, spreading fast, unstoppable. My knees wobbled, vision sparking at the edges, and I hated that I couldn’t summon even a shred of resistance.
Unconsciously, I bucked my hips harder against the blade handle, moaning as I drew myself right to the edge of no return. He had a way of undoing me without even trying.
Right as my body was ready to give up the fight, and the first tremors started, he yanked me off the blade, throwing me onto my stomach. He smacked my ass hard. One on each cheek.
It revived the sting from the earlier blows he’d given me. Before I could even let out a yelp, he was turning me over, and his fingers were on my nipples. I’d forgotten about the nipple clamps, so consumed with filling my pussy and coming.
He flicked the buds, and just as the moan formed, he unclamped them. Blood rushed back in, and I screamed at the sensation coursing through me. I burst into tears as it instantly brought me down.
How much more could one woman take?
He gathered me in his arms. “Shh, you’re okay. I’ve got you.”
I buried my head in him and clutched at his body. He slid a finger under my chin, tilting my face up. Once more, he leaned in and claimed my mouth.
My lips parted, and his tongue danced with mine. He made a sound, low and unguarded, and it traveled all the way down my spine. We kissed for several minutes, and then he pulled back.
“Better?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whimpered, my body languid in his arms.
“I heard from a little birdy that you were complaining to Isabella…lamenting about some book you read…what was it again?”
He paused while I snuggled with him. My mind was drifting in the lull of the moment so I was only partially tracking. But once he spoke the next part, I sputtered, the memory coming back to me in stark vividness.
“Oh, that’s right, something about DVP?”
My face went up in flames. I shifted as heat crawled up my neck. I didn’t dare look at him, not when every inch of me felt exposed. Me and my big mouth.
“I’m sorry to say, I can’t accommodate that request since you aren’t allowed to fuck anyone except my brothers. And our dicks will never be in the same hole at the same time, but we can improvise.”
“We can? How?” My eyes drifted to the blade. Surely he didn’t mean…
He chuckled. “Even I’m not that insane,” he huffed. Then he reached for the condom covered blade, pulling it free and flinging it to the side.
Pulling back, he murmured, “Take my cock out, and let’s fill that pussy, shall we?”
I nodded, and my hands shot out. Making quick work of his pants, I had him freed in seconds. My fingers clamped around his thick, hard cock, and I stroked him, relishing in the heat of his skin.
A guttural groan was the only response. My eyes fluttered closed, my lips trembled, afraid that I might do something to break this spell. He peeled my hands away and eased my body into position. On all fours again.
“I’m going to fuck you. It will be rough—hard. I expect you to use your safeword if it’s too much, understood?”
“Yes, Sir,” I moaned in response because, truthfully, I wanted nothing more than for him to take me like the savage he was.
He dug around in the backpack. I took several deep breaths wondering if he was going to grab a condom to fuck my ass. My cheeks clenched in response. He’d never fucked me with more than the tip of his cock there, too afraid to hurt me.
“Open your eyes, little love.”
I hadn’t realized I had closed them. He was kneeling in front of me, his cock leaking magnificently. Then, a swirled candy cane was touching my lips.
“Be my good, girl, and open that mouth of yours. You’re going to suck on this to get it ready.”
A shiver coursed through me as he pushed the tip of what I now could see and feel was a dildo.
As he slid it into my mouth, I realized it had a raised feel to it.
The red spirals traveled up and down the length of it and the top was rounded.
It wasn’t near as girthy as some of my other toys, and then it all made sense.
I sucked back the toy in his hand like the greedy little whore I was, and my gag reflex kicked in. Fighting it back, I held onto that toy with a vise grip, bobbing up and down on it like it was the real thing. I knew my blowjobs, and from the way he hissed, he was imagining me sucking him off.
He pulled the toy all the way out and rubbed the tip across my swollen lips. “Tits down.”
I reacted immediately, lowering my upper body down, and keeping my eyes glued to him.
He moved behind me, and then the dildo rubbed against my clit several times before he plunged it deep into me. Lazily, he fucked me, establishing a rhythm.
“Look at you, letting me work your pussy. Do you like the way it feels?”
“Yes, Sir,” I panted. Fuck, it was so good.
When he guided my hand down to the base of the toy, I realized it had a curved handle like a real candy cane.
“Take it and fuck yourself with it and let me watch.”
I thrust it deep inside, swirling it. The raised edges of it danced along my inner walls. He moaned and murmured something under his breath. It made me bold, so I worked it out and then back in again.
It was dirty and oh so delicious. His moans set my body on fire, sending a full-body current through me. My pulse clawed for control as I panted, once more my orgasm built low in my stomach. My fingers curled around the handle of the toy.
“Spread wider for me.” He shoved my hand away and took over with the dildo.
Desire surged, jagged and electric, tearing away reason until I was nothing but his little plaything. He pulled it out and teased my clit, making me delirious.
“Color?” he barked out.
“I’m so fucking green right now, Blade.”
The words had no sooner left my lips than I felt his hot, throbbing cock at my entrance. On the next thrust, he shoved all the way in, burying both his cock and the toy in my cunt. I screamed his name as I pushed my ass back seeking more.
What the hell?
I was so full; it wasn’t even funny. But it was incredible, the sensation of his warm flesh and the combined texture of the candy cane fighting for space.
A sound rumbled out of him—half-groan, half-whimper—and it hit me like a physical blow. I’d never heard anything so raw, so human. It scraped through the air and lodged somewhere deep inside me, stealing my breath right along with it.
“Holy shit,” he once more made a whimpering sound, almost pained.
In and out he pumped, and his voice rose to a fevered pitch. “Fuck, fuck, fuck. Rub that fucking clit, little love, because I’m not going to last long,” he barked, his voice breaking apart.
My fingers flew down to my clit, and I massaged it frantically. Something in his voice was very different. Vulnerably intimate in a way I’d never heard before. Black spots swam in my vision as my inner muscles tightened around both him and the toy.
I applied more pressure and moaned.
“I’ve never—fuck it feels so damn good. Damn, I want to prolong this…but I can’t, little love. It’s…it’s incredible. Like the toy is massaging my cock in the best…oh fuck,” he drug out the last word.
The noise that escaped him was primal and broken all at once, the kind of sound you feel in your bones before your mind even catches up. It clawed at the quiet between us, and for a second, the world went still around that single breath of sound.
“Oh, God…I love it,” he cried out, fucking me harder.
My name fell from his lips in a desperate rhythm, tangled with a sound so feral it didn’t belong to language at all—only to instinct, to need, to him. My pussy spasmed, every sense came alive, pleasure prickled over my skin as I violently came.
My release gushed from between my legs, coating both of us. He roared into the night and then his hot cum poured into my sore pussy, coating it. We’d come together.
The toy slipped from my depths, but not his cock. I sobbed and let myself drift away to the sounds emanating from my beast, because he hadn’t stopped.
The world around me dimmed, shrinking to the rhythm of his song. Every breath stuttered between loud sobs. I wasn’t entirely sure they were all coming from me. I fell forward, every thought slipped, until there was nothing but him.