"What about a paper cut?" I whispered.
"Smart ass." He tapped the blade to the other side, making me hiss with the chill, before he carefully retreated, dropped the knife on the sofa cushion beside us and rumbled, "That’s better."
It was, actually.
Especially when he thrust his other fingers into the slit he’d made, and those fingers went to work on destroying me.
He ground the butt of his hand into my clit, then drew juices from my cunt onto the tips before slipping up to my ass. "I think," he stated, "that every time you misbehave, you should take my dick in your ass."
I gulped.
"Then I’ll only forgive you if you come so hard you squirt again."
A wail escaped me as I rocked higher onto my knees. "Aidan!" I bit off, jittering as he ground harder onto my clit.
"Yes, little one?" he crooned, making me shudder again.
"I-I don’t know."
He chuckled, then the fabric of my pants tightened before loosening as he made the hole bigger. When he prodded my ass, I squirmed, grinding my hips into him before he said, "Lean forward and press your hands onto the back of the sofa."
I blinked at him, fumbling to do as he asked because, to be frank, why the hell wouldn’t I?
Aidan wouldn’t hurt me—not unless it was to make me feel good in the process.
Positioning myself how he wanted, I leaned forward which had him slipping the tip of his finger into my ass. I didn’t squeeze down, because I’d messed around with a butt plug a time or two, just had never gone through with anal because a man had to work for that shit.
A groan escaped him when his finger hit home, and I whispered, "I want you to fill me up, Aidan."
Our eyes clashed.
"I want your dick inside of me. Always. We wasted so much time—"
He reached up and pressed his mouth to mine, tormenting me above and below. His tongue plied mine while he filled my pussy with a taunting finger, grinding his palm against my clit, while carefully thrusting another in my ass. It wasn’t hardcore, but after the long day I’d had, it had me shuddering in response.
"Only good girls get dick," he rumbled, pulling back after a few, torturous moments where he stole my breath.
"I’m a good girl," I cried when he pulled away from my pussy.
"Are you going to listen when something bad happens?"
Even in my state, I heard that word.
When.
It resonated, hitting harder, deeper than it might ordinarily, but even though I knew I was embracing the danger that came as part of the package deal of being with him, I whispered, "I’ll try."
He clucked his tongue as he pressed his fingers to my mouth. As I sucked them in deep, cleaning them up and lapping at them, he whispered, "You’ll do more than try. You want to break me, little one? You want me to get shot or stabbed or killed outright because I’m so busy worrying about you that I can’t protect myself?"
I tensed. "N-No," I mumbled around his finger.
"Well, then. You need to remember that when you’re scared because you’re in the dark about something. You think all those fucking years keeping you out of trouble was for nothing? Just for me to fuck it up when I finally get a piece of you?"
Shaking my head, I whispered, "No."
"So what are you going to do when one of my brothers tells you to get into the safe room?"
"I go."