Chapter 7
Seven
Hallie
“I need you to hold still, Hallie.”
Knox slowly lowered his pocket knife to the center of my chest, and I felt the cold, blunt side of the blade graze my skin just beneath my bra. And then, in one quick, fluid motion, he slid the tip of the blade under the center of the garment and cut it, splitting the fabric between the cups.
I sucked in a sharp breath. “What the fuck?”
He closed the knife and slipped it back in his pocket, grabbing at the center of my bra to finish the job with his bare hands. He tore it in half, exposing my breasts to him.
His eyes swept over them before he met my gaze.
“Now you know I have two weapons at my disposal in this apartment. And if you don’t obey me, sweetheart, I’ll pick whichever one gets your attention faster.”
I gripped the rope just to have something to ground me. Licking my lips, I slowly began to nod. “Okay. I’m sorry.”
The hand gripping my panties tugged them further down on my thighs. “You will call me ‘sir’ tonight, Hallie.”
“I’m sorry, sir.”
“That’s better,” he said, lowering his head to bury his face between my breasts.
He seemed to get lost in the moment, forgetting he had been in the process of removing my panties.
He pulled both hands up to my breasts, cupping them on either side as swiped his nose between them.
Turning his head, he flicked his tongue over one of my nipples.
A small, involuntary moan escaped my mouth before I could stop it.
Knox tugged his face away from my breasts. “Goddammit, Hallie. You keep moaning like that and I’m going to…”
He stopped himself, swallowing hard. I blinked up at him as he pulled upright, breathing in and out as he took in the sight of me below him. “What?” I asked.
“Lose control,” he replied, his voice sounding strained.
I couldn’t be certain, but it was almost like he was slipping out of character for a second.
I saw a flash of the Knox Ballard I'd always known, and I remembered his gentle, self-assured demeanor that’d always made me feel safe.
After a beat, that flicker of softness faded, and he adjusted, giving me a cold, intense stare.
“And you don’t want to know how much more of a monster I can become when I stop holding myself back. ”
This was him holding himself back?
Knox pulled up, his movements rough and rapid as he yanked my underwear down with both hands. I gasped, pushing my knees together so he couldn't see all of me. No. Not yet. A hot rush of shame washed over me, the reality of the situation hitting me hard.
“Look at you clenching your legs together like it's going to keep me out,” he said, glancing up at me with a smirk. “It’s almost cute, how you think you can slow me down.”
“I’m just–I’m scared,” I sputtered out, and it wasn’t an act.
He let out a cold, cruel laugh, wedging his hands between my knees.
I gasped as he forced my legs apart, spreading them wide open for him.
My mind couldn’t even catch up as he forced all of his weight down on his hands, pinning my knees to the mattress.
All I could do was lie there, trembling, as Knox took in the sight of me with a satisfied grin.
He saw all of me.
“Look at Hallie Rutherford’s pretty little pussy,” he said, almost like he was muttering to himself. He lifted his chin to look at my face. “I can tell you’re soaked without even touching you. Don’t even try to hide how much you like this.”
My clit throbbed. I could feel my slick arousal seeping out of me, giving away just how turned on I was. There was no point in trying to hide that from him now.
I tugged on the rope. “Let go of my legs.”
Knox put even more weight down on my left knee, watching to see how I’d react.
But his right hand relented, giving me momentary relief.
Without warning, he slid two fingers between my folds and pushed them inside me with ease, letting out a husky, satisfied sound.
Those long fingers pushed even deeper into my slick opening, curving against my G-spot.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” he groaned, pressing his thumb against my clit.
The sudden contact made me twitch.
“So sensitive. That’s going to be a problem… for you.”
I lifted my head to see him better as his thumb moved in slow circles. “What do you mean?”
“It means I’m really going to enjoy watching you get overstimulated,” he said, pulling his fingers out.
I let out a sad sort of moan at the absence of his fingers, watching him pull them up to his lips for a taste.
He met my eyes as he stuck his fingers in his mouth, pulling them out again with a little pop.
“Mmm. Yeah, I could make you come like that. But it wouldn’t be as fun. ”
As fun as what?
I didn’t have much time to wonder, because Knox grabbed my hips and flipped me over on the mattress in one brutal, dizzying motion. The twisted rope squeezed my wrists even tighter, threatening to cut off my circulation. “Stop! What are you–”
Knox pushed down on the back of my head, burying my face against the bunched-up comforter. Shutting me up. And then his weight shifted on top of me, his knees pressing into the backs of my thighs to pin me in place. “It’s fun watching you try to guess what’s going to happen next.”
I turned my head to take a breath, momentarily relieved by the fresh air in my lungs until Knox grabbed a fistful of my hair again to lift my ear to his mouth.
“Poor little Hallie,” he whispered, his ominous tone making the back of my neck prickle with fear.
“You never would've let me see those slutty stickers of yours if you knew what I wanted to do to you. What I dream about doing every time you walk by in those tight fucking leggings you love to tease me with.”
I swallowed. Knox released me abruptly, letting my face fall back against the bedspread. And then he scooted down my body, bracing his hands on my thighs. One hand lifted to give my ass a hard slap that made my entire body jolt, the stinging heat spreading across my skin instantly.
He used both hands to caress my ass slowly like he was enjoying the sight before him. All this time I thought Knox was barely noticing my body, but he’d been staring at my ass every time I walked by. The thought reignited the heat between my legs, and I ached for him to touch me there again.
But without warning, Knox’s thumbs spread my buttcheeks apart. And then–holy shit–he buried his face between my cheeks and tongued my asshole. A startled cry escaped my lips–there was no lead-up, no teasing. Just his mouth feasting on my ass like this was what he’d been waiting for.
Nobody had ever done this to me.
I’d never let them if they asked–the thought of it alone felt too vulnerable. Humiliating, even. And yet… right now? My whole body reacted to Knox’s warm tongue like this was exactly what it needed. It was intoxicatingly good in a way I never would’ve expected.
I felt Knox’s right hand slide up between my legs, two fingers parting my lips to slide through my slick heat.
He pushed those fingers into my pussy, his tongue working in circles on my asshole.
“Oh, Hallie,” he said, giving me another lick as his fingers pumped slowly in and out of me.
“I think you’re enjoying this too much. But you’re about to find out what punishment really feels like. ”
His fingers tugged out of me, and I felt him shift between my legs. A moment later, something smooth, cool, and hard pressed against my labia. Oh fuck, he had a little vibrator. It felt like it was the size of an egg–he must have had it in his pocket this whole time.
He clicked a button five or six times in quick succession, sliding it along my slit before pressing it firmly against my clitoris. The buzzing intensified until it felt like every muscle in my lower body frantically clenched and then unclenched.
My back arched, and Knox let out a husky, maniacal laugh before returning his tongue to my rear entrance. The dual assault overwhelmed me. I held in a breath, the buzzing against my clit so powerful, I knew it wouldn’t take me very long to come.
“It’s–it’s too strong,” I gasped out.
He let out another cruel, deep laugh between my cheeks, ignoring my plea. Pleasure built and built, and I wondered if his plan would be to push me right to the edge before pulling the vibrating egg away. My muscles tensed as I tried to stave off the orgasm I knew would come crashing any second.
And then the wave hit me with a terrifying force, every muscle in my body coiling like I was bracing for impact.
I knew he could feel me helplessly writhing beneath him, but he didn’t pull the vibrator away.
Instead, he turned up the speed another notch and pressed it even harder against my clit, sending me completely over the edge.
I let out a raw, stuttering gasp, convulsing under Knox’s body. I came so hard I screamed into the mattress, gripping the rope around my wrists like it would anchor me back to reality.
I expected Knox to pull away, but he held the toy in place, forcing me to ride every wave and aftershock of that orgasm. And then he still didn’t relent, keeping the vibrator right where it was even when I twitched and desperately tried to pull away from it.
It wasn’t like I had anywhere to go.
“One,” he muttered against my skin, sliding his tongue up my crack. For a moment, I wondered what the hell that was supposed to mean until the second orgasm began to roll through me like a bolt of electricity to my clit. “Two.”
“Stop it,” I cried out, tears beginning to pool in my eyes.
But Knox didn’t let up. I jerked and tried to buck my hips, but there was no escaping the torturous device that brought equal amounts of pain and pleasure to my swollen clit.
He’d lower the speed for a minute or two, giving me just a sliver of relief, before cranking it back to full power.
I broke out in a cold sweat, the constant buzzing between my legs making me feel like I was on the brink of insanity.
How long would he keep this up?
My third orgasm barely had time to crest before collapsing into a flood of painful pressure on my clit. “Three.”
And that cycle of overwhelming sensations continued. The pleasure was euphoric and dizzying, but as soon as each orgasm ended, that overwhelming intensity returned. Before long, I could no longer differentiate between the two.
I hated it.
I loved it.
And Knox kept counting, knowing exactly when each orgasm reached its height. He ignored my screams and pleas, his mouth tormenting the most private part of me while he ruthlessly held the toy in place.
Tears blurred my vision and spilled onto the pillow beneath me. I didn’t even realize I was crying until a ragged, desperate whimper tore out of my throat. “Please. I can't.”
Knox shifted on top of me, bringing his face up to my neck but keeping his hand on the vibrator that still tortured every nerve ending between my legs. I shook and convulsed again, sobbing from the cruel, intense pleasure. “Seven. Should we go for eight?”
“No! I can’t do it anymore.”
“I think you can. This is what you asked for, remember?” His chin dug into my shoulder as I clenched my teeth.
More tears flowed from my eyes as everything in me tried to fight what my body was doing.
“And now you’re going to cry about it? You wanted to play tough, but it looks like you’re just a weak, pathetic little woman who falls apart the second things get real. ”
The humiliation hit like a blade. But something about those words sank deep, and my body detonated one more time in the most intense climax yet.
My clit burned and twitched, but that torture device kept buzzing.
I tried to turn my face away from Knox, too embarrassed to let him see the way I winced, but he grabbed my chin with his free hand.
“Have you had enough?” he muttered, forcing me to look at him.
“No more. Please,” I begged again, squeezing my eyes shut. Finally, the vibrations stopped, and Knox pulled the device away. I heard it roll off the bed. Between gasps, I let out a pathetic, “Thank you.”
“Ah, there you go,” Knox said, running his hand up my back. “Good girl. You broke so beautifully. Gives me some hope about how you’ll handle what I do to you next.”
My eyes blinked open, and I was face to face with Knox’s menacing grin. “Please,” I whispered. “I couldn’t possibly come again.”
“I know. It’s my turn,” he said, lifting a hand to the restraints around my wrists. “I’ve always dreamed of fucking that little mouth of yours, and now you're going to give me what I want.”