“You like feeling my knife inside of you, Sky?” I ask her.
“Yes, J.” She pants. Fuck, I like hearing that from her lips. I climb up the bed and place the handle to her lips.
“Open,” I tell her. She parts her lips, and I stick the handle into her mouth, letting her taste herself. “You taste good, don’t you?” I ask her. She moans her response. I’ve finally had enough and pull the knife away from her. I need inside of her, owning her, dominating her.
I part her thighs, shoving them wide before I line up with her and thrust into her before pulling back out. Sky groans and her eyes flash to meet mine. I chuckle at the look she’s giving me right now.
“What’s wrong, baby? You need this cock filling you?” I ask her. She nods her head, biting her lip. I shake my head. I want her words. I want to hear her say it.
“Yes, J. I want you,” she whines this time. I use my cock to toy with her pussy a little more before slipping back inside of her. She tugs at the cuffs, trying to get free to touch me, but she can’t. Instead, I sit up and begin to plunge into her. I take her hard and fast, fucking her like a mad man because that’s what she makes me feel. She makes me feel crazy, and I don’t know how she does it.
Each thrust into her sends me higher. I don’t know how she’s doing this to me. No one has been able to do it since her. The ghost of my past haunts me every day. Shaking my head, I refocus on her, on Skylar and her pleasure.
I reach down and toy with her clit when she screams for me.
“Oh yeah, Sky. Just like that,” I mumble as she milks my cock. Her pussy clenches and squeezes, tugging at me until I feel her begin to tremble. “Come for me, Skylar.” I flick her clit once more, and her nails dig into her palms as she pulses around me. I swell inside of her before I let go and come with her.
She pants beneath me until I pull out and uncuff her. Sky pulls her arms down, and they drop onto her stomach as I chuckle.
“Come here,” I tell her. She slowly turns to her side and snuggles into me as I wrap my arm around her body, keeping her tucked into my side for a long few minutes before I slide out from under her and walk to the bathroom. I grab a wet rag and walk out, cleaning her up and massaging her wrists before climbing back in bed next to her. She smiles at me, and that’s about all I need to see. I slip my arm around her and pull her against me once more.
Slowly her eyes flutter closed, and her breathing evens out. She lies there so perfectly sound asleep.
I watch her sleep for a long time, wondering what I’m doing with her. I shouldn’t want her, not like this. Not the way I do. I want to court her. I want to take her on a date, and that isn’t me. I’m not that man, not anymore. That was all ruined for me not so long ago. An ache pings in my chest as I slip out of bed and walk over to the chair. I run my hand through my hair and look back at her lying there peacefully. What is it about her? What makes her so different than others I’ve had tied and at my mercy? I don’t have an answer for that. I don’t know what to say.
Instead of overthinking it, I just sit back and watch her chest rise and fall. I watch how she breathes and how her breasts lift with each breath. Her hair is fanned out around her on the pillow, and there’s just something I can’t pull my eyes away from. She’s making me crazy. Making me rethink my own rules.