Chapter 26 – Desta
DESTA
Ilick my lips and open my mouth. He smacks my lips with his cock before he shoves it straight past my teeth and down my throat. I gag and jar back, but his grip in my hair doesn’t allow me to go far.
“Still want this?”
I bite down ever so slightly, making him hiss and pull out.
“Don’t fuck my face like an asshole just to prove a point.”
He dips and kisses me. “I’m no prince.”
He pushes back into my mouth but goes slower this time as he drags his cock through my mouth and down the flat of my tongue.
His head flies back, and he hisses out a wounded breath.
I grab him with my fist and bob my head on him, playing with him, figuring out what makes him moan and groan and move his hips faster.
He’s so big, and it’s nearly impossible for me to fully accommodate him. His hand in my hair guides me along, and he encourages me, telling me what to do and how perfect I am when I do it.
“God, that’s good. It’s never been this good before.
” I smack his thigh, and his head drops in confusion, only for a soft smile to touch his lips.
He cups my jaw. “Aw, darlin’, I’m sorry.
That’s not how I meant it. Everything with you is new and better than anything else could ever be. That’s all I was trying to say.”
I pull his cock from my mouth but continue to play with it in my hand. “If you’re nice to me, I won’t make your cock bleed the way you made my pussy bleed.”
He bends and sucks my lip between his teeth, only to release it slowly. “Do you know that I would do anything to be able to taste your virgin blood again?”
“Get your knife.”
His eyes widen before they turn challenging. “Say that again?”
I stand. “You cut me, and I’ll cut you.”
“Where? Because you’re not cutting my dick.”
“Anywhere you want.”
I get a deep, plunging kiss before he stalks off in all his naked glory with his hard ass and muscular thighs giving me a hell of a show. He digs through his bag and comes back with the knife he used to slice the guy’s throat last night in his hand.
My mouth dries, and my heart rate spikes. Shit. I wasn’t serious.
He reads this clearly, but he takes my wrist and brings it up to his lips. The knife is in his other hand, and he holds the cold metal against my skin without cutting. He kisses my thrumming pulse and trails up to the crook of my elbow. Sharp teeth sink in, and I shriek and jump back.
“Hold still,” he whispers, dragging the knife along my skin beside his lips.
I tremble as he moves the blade up my arm to my neck.
“Ferrin—”
My voice dies as the knife skates over my carotid before it trails down the center of my breasts to my lower belly, before he shifts it so the blade is hovering above my skin. It repeats its track, this time in reverse, going up my stomach to my neck.
My heart is beating so fast, I’m dizzy with it.
He comes to my ear and nibbles on my lobe. “Do you want me to cut you?”
“No.”
His other hand shifts between my legs, and he rubs my opening. “Then why are you so wet?”
Am I?
With the tip of the knife at the side of my neck and his eyes on mine from inches away, he pushes two fingers into me. I gasp out a moan, my hand flying up to the bicep of the arm he’s fingering me with, where I grip him.
“Do you trust me, princess?”
Oh god. “You told me not to.”
He licks my racing pulse right beside the blade.
“That was before. This is now. Do you trust me?”
My eyes close, and I will my knees not to give out. It’s nearly impossible to think with his fingers pushing in and out of me and a blade at my neck. Adrenaline is pumping through my veins, mixing with fear and making everything hazy.
“Princess, I won’t ask you again. Do. You. Trust. Me?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
I bite my lip. Holy shit. I trust him. Even when he has a knife to my neck, I trust him.
The blade leaves my neck and my eyes open. He flips it in his hand, catching the blade with the butt of it pointing up.
“Let’s see how much.”
His fingers leave my pussy, but— “Oh my god!” The round end of the knife is pushed up into me. His eyes are molten as he watches my reaction. “Ferrin. What are you—”
He pushes it in and out of me, fucking me with it.
My core clenches and my nipples harden, and what the actual fuck?
I shiver, my grip on his arm tightening. “What are you… I mean, why…”
He leans in and kisses me as he plunges the knife in and out of me, going deeper. I can feel the cold metal of the blade between my thighs, not cutting, but gliding, and it ratchets my fear up. All it would take is one small move, and I’d be in trouble.
“Does it feel good?” he asks, peppering my neck and jaw with kisses.
“I… I don’t know. It shouldn’t.”
“It’s just us here. You trust me, and I trust you. Shouldn’t doesn’t matter. We do. Does it feel good?”
My face flames even as I utter, “Yes.”
“Do you want to come on my knife?”
Oh my god. Oh my god. “Ferrin.”
“You’re fearless, remember? Powerful and in control.”
I’m not fearless. “I’m scared. What if I move and cut myself? I can barely stand as it is. What if I get hurt?”
The moment the words leave my lips, I know I’m asking about more than the knife.
“I’ve never trusted anyone before. Not even my parents when I was a small boy because instinctively, I knew better. I’m greedy with you. I’m greedy for you. I won’t cut you, but if I do, I’ll cut myself after, and we can bleed together.”
I swallow my breath. Then nod.
He pulls the knife from me, and a sharp exhale leaves me winded, but before I can regain my bearings, he’s pushing me down to the sand, away from the water.
The sun blinds me, and I blink, squinting and squeezing my eyes shut, only to snap them back open when he spreads my thighs and pushes the knife back into me.
I cry out, my elbow digging into the sand to hold me up, and my other hand is on the top of his head, trying to push him off.
He lifts his chin and gazes up at me through his dark lashes from between my thighs. His tongue comes out and licks my clit, and holy fuck! My head falls back, and I moan, my body not my own as it betrays me.
“Fuck, that’s so goddamn hot. Look how your pussy swallows my knife.”
I can’t look. It’s too much. Too depraved and wrong.
“It’s okay to like something that feels wrong. You’re trusting me, and I’ll prove to you with this that you can.”
I nod.
“You taste so good.” He rings my clit with his tongue while holding the knife inside of me still. “It’s like I can taste your fear and desire as one. I never thought something like this would turn me on, but I’ve also never been harder in my life.”
Slowly, I open my eyes and look down. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, but he’s right. It’s oddly arousing and terrifying at once.
He pumps the knife in and out of me, going a little deeper each time. I’m too afraid to move. I’m stone still, both of us watching.
“Ferrin,” I whisper as he plays with my clit, sucking on it and licking it. “I don’t want to come on it.”
“What do you want to come on, baby?”
Baby. He called me that in the shower last night. I heard it, but it didn’t fully register until now. It’s always been princess or darlin’, but baby is when he’s being careful with me, when he’s taking care of me. It relaxes my muscles and eases my thoughts.
“You,” I tell him, not caring if it’s his fingers, tongue, or cock.
“You sure you don’t want to come on this?”
No, I’m not sure.
He pushes it deeper into me, then back out. The butt of the knife is straight with a curved piece at the butt of the handle. It’s hitting my front wall, right on that spot, and it feels so good.
“I won’t let you hurt yourself on it. Let go. It’s okay. Fuck it back. Show it no mercy.”
Endorphins swim through me, making me high. Show it no mercy. It hits me then. I want to ride the edge of limits. I want to play with fire and feel the burn. I don’t want to shrink back because I’m afraid of pain, and I don’t want fear to be a driving force for me ever again.
I roll into the knife, keeping my legs wide but allowing my body to take it. To succumb.
“Yeah. That’s it. Fuck, that’s it.”
He fucks me with the handle, getting me closer, building me up.
Involuntarily, I move harder, my hips rock faster, and my thighs need to close.
He pushes it in and out of me, counterbalancing my own movements.
He holds me open with his other hand and uses his tongue on my clit.
And when he starts twisting the knife, I lose my mind.
“Holy hell!”
“Be as loud as you want to be, princess. It’s just us out here. Let me hear you scream.”
I’m going to cut myself. I know I am.
But I can’t hold off.
“More,” I manage. It’s building and building.
“Like this?” He starts to pound it into me, his fist covering the top of the handle, and it hits my pussy with every pound and rubs my clit.
“Ferrin,” I plead as he twists his wrists and massages the smooth edge along my front wall. Holy fuck. My eyes roll back. Especially when he rubs that part of me faster and faster while working my clit.
“I’ve got you. Come on, baby. Come for me. I want you to come all over my knife. It’s okay to be afraid. It’ll make it better.”
I don’t have a choice. My orgasm bursts through me, and because of that fear, I don’t close my legs.
I don’t writhe or undulate or let loose.
I force myself to stay still, and with no way to ebb or control it, the pleasure is overwhelming.
I scream, needing to thrash, but unable to.
The knife is inside me, the blade between my legs, and holy shit, what the fuck am I doing and why am I coming like this?
“Ah!” I scream louder when he sucks on my clit. “Stop. I can’t take it.”
“You can,” he tells me. “You’re doing such a good job. Look at you. So fucking beautiful.”
“Please!”
“Your pussy is gushing.” There’s awe in his voice as his finger comes in and swirls around the knife, around my opening.
My orgasm goes on and on until my tense muscles finally relax.
The knife is pulled from me, and I sink into the sand, shaking uncontrollably as my fear and adrenaline ebb.
I’m lifted out of the sand and placed on his lap, straddling him.
My head goes to his neck, and he holds me, kissing my hair and temple.
He shifts me until I feel his cock at my opening. I grip the back of his hair and shoulder blade and whimper as he thrusts straight up into me.
“My fierce girl,” he says, his voice wild and raw. “That was the sexiest thing ever. You feel this? You feel how hard you make me?”
He pumps into me, and I rock against him, finally able to move. It’s an inexplicable relief. The feel of him inside of me, holding me, makes me hot. His thrusts quickly turn uncontained. Uncontrolled.
“You’re so sweet.” His fingers glide along my cheek, encouraging me, urging me on.
“Come on. Take me deeper. Open your cunt for me.” He licks the shell of my ear.
“Take me harder, princess. Fuck me like you fucked my knife. Be ruthless. Yeah,” he groans as I dip my knees into sand and ride him hard and fast. “Fuck yes, that’s it.
So good. Be my good little whore and fuck me dirty. ”
My eyes pinch shut, and I swallow hard as I bounce on him, gripping his shoulders and losing myself.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating by my ear. “My sweet, perfect princess likes it dirty.” It’s not a question, but I nod all the same. “Fuck, princess. Fuck me and show me how dirty you want it.”
I rise and slam down onto him. We moan together, and he grabs my ass, splitting my cheeks, and fucks me up and down on his dick.
His hips move, pounding into me, a constant slap of skin against skin.
He wraps his fist around my braid and uses it to control my head and mouth.
Teasing me with kisses and playful nips.
I hum, my eyes opening to his as he stares intently at me.
“I love fucking you,” he whispers against my jaw, his teeth biting into me. “I had you last night, then I ate you this morning, but all I’ve been able to think about is your tight, hot cunt and how good it feels when I have you wrapped around me.”
He tugs my hair just as his cock pummels straight into the hilt.
I whimper and arch. My knees hike up, my feet press into the sand, and I spread wide to accommodate him.
He pumps, his hips moving like the waves as he drives into me.
Over and over, in and out, he fucks me while his eyes show no mercy or signs of easing up.
Sand is everywhere, all over us, rubbing my skin raw.
“I’m going to come inside you again,” he tells me. It’s not a warning, and like everything else with him, he’s not asking for permission either. We’re too wild to be slowed. Too out of control. Fucking with pure primal passion.
“Ferrin. Fuck.”
My orgasm explodes through me, and I ride it out, letting him fuck me, fucking him in return as best I can while I cling to him.
Never wanting to let go. He comes inside me on a roar, filling me up as he did last night, and my heart can barely take it.
I’ll never have something like this again with anyone else.
And I have no clue what to do about that when keeping him isn’t an option.