Grace #3
“That’s right, treasure. Hold the knife to my throat while you fuck me.
Not only does it give you power, but it turns me the fuck on too.
” He demands unafraid of the knife I hold against him.
I lower myself another inch, almost whimpering at the feel of him finally inside me.
I want to savour this moment, the look of pure want in Julian's eyes, the feeling of our naked bodies connecting in the most intimate of ways. “Fuuuuuck.” He groans again. Thrusting up deeper into me. The action jolts me forward, the blade catching his skin, making me draw blood. No, no I didn’t want to do that!
“I’m so…”
“Don’t fucking apologise.” He grits his teeth. “I’m a freak, treasure. Can you feel me swelling up even more inside you?” I nod, realising that this is another side of the man I fell in love with. “Move, treasure. Fuck me.” He grunts.
“But you’re bleeding.” He thrusts up again, completely bottoming out.
The pubic piercing rubs against my clit.
I managed to keep the blade away from nicking his skin this time.
I swear his eyes darken, he stares up at me.
He takes the hand not holding the knife, bringing my fingers to glide across my now super sensitive bud before taking them to his lips.
I don’t look away from his eyes as he licks my fingers clean from my juices. Something inside me stirs with desire .
“Make me bleed, Grace. Slice me up if you need to. Just move .” He palms my breasts, pinching my nipples. I may have wanted to see this side of him, but like hell am I going to hurt him on purpose. I’m not that sadistic.
Or, maybe I am. I use the point of the knife to scratch against his stubble, barely breaking the skin. He responds by lifting himself and taking a nipple between his teeth .
“Julian,” I groan, pushing through the aches in my legs to lift myself up and down his length.
“Fuck, that feels amazing. You’re cunt is tight and so fucking wet.
” I start to ride him harder, angling myself to rub my clit against his piercing.
“My very own amazing Grace.” His piercing strokes my inner walls in just the right way.
“Grace, fuck. Ride me faster.” He grabs hold of my hips and moves.
Really moves. I throw the knife to the floor, wanting him to lose control and collapse against his hard chest.
“Julian. I’m gonna…”
“Cum, treasure. Cum all over my cock. Claim me. Use your cunt to milk every drop from me.” He rolls us over.
“You threw the knife. I’m in control now.
” Fine by me, that’s what I wanted anyway.
“I’m gonna have you screaming my name over and over again until you can’t speak.
” He rams into me, thumbing my clit. My back arches as much as I can with his hard body pinning me down.
“Julian.” I moan.
“Yes, treasure. Your pretty little cunt feels so fucking good pulsating around me.” I never knew Julian was such a talker in the bedroom. “One more, baby. Give me one more.”
“Julian, I can’t.” I plead with him.
“You can,” he kisses me rough and fast. “One. More.” Sweat forms on his body as he grabs hold of the headboard with one hand and lifts my leg with the other.
“Come on, baby.” He growls against my lips.
I fling my arms around his back, digging my nails in and scratching down his skin.
“Again.” He demands. “Make me feel pain, gorgeous. I need to feel pain. Hurt. Me. Carve my back with your scratches of delight. Scar me, let me know how much you crave me.” I dig my heel into his back.
Hard enough I'm sure it draws blood.“Yessss, baby. More. Hurt me more.”
“Julian.”
“Hurt. Me.” He demands again. I lift my face to his neck and bite, just as he did to me earlier.
An animalistic noise comes from deep in his chest. I bite again, this time on his shoulder.
I can taste the blood I draw from him. Guilt crosses through my emotions but not for very long.
He moves again. Pulling out of me and spinning me around so I’m on my hands and knees, he thrusts inside me again.
The new position allows him to go deeper, and he can play with my sensitive bud without anything in the way.
Just as I think my body is going to collapse from exhaustion, that familiar feeling of pleasure starts to build again.
I guess he did demand one more.
“Yes, yes come on, treasure.” His thumb moves faster along with his relentless thrusts.
“Julian.” I scream, “Julian FUCK.” The orgasm rips through me intensely. My body quakes. Unable to take anymore.
“FUUUCK.” Julian yells. Collapsing on top of me before rolling us over quickly so I’m laying on his chest. We are both breathless and yet, I laugh. I laugh uncontrollably to the point I can’t catch my breath.
“Shit.” he sits up, taking me with him. “Are you okay?”
I nod. “I,” laugh, “don’t,” laugh, “know,” laugh, “why,” laugh, “I’m laughing.” Laugh.
“Ooookay.” He stands, pulling on his boxers. Then lifts me into his arms bridal style. “Dante. I think I broke her.”
“What?” Dante comes running round the corner and meets us halfway down the hall. “What’s happening?”
“I don’t know.” Julian sounds worried as I start wheezing.
“Grace?”
I shrug.
“Okay, deep breaths.” He takes some slow breaths, making me laugh harder. “Or not. Dude help me.” He begs Julian.
“I don…oh maybe this will help.” He starts walking towards the medical room. Dante follows close behind. He steps into the shower and tenses as cold water starts showering down on us. The shock of the cold water against my overheated skin makes me squeal.
“Well that worked.” Dante chuckles, joining us in the shower.
“I’m sorry, I honestly don’t know what happened.” I shrug.
“I swear to God, I thought I broke you for real.” Julian sighs.
“I don’t think I can get more broken than I already am.” They both give me stern looks. “ And please can I take my damn shoes off now?”