My breathing is coming harder. My heart has kicked it up a notch. And when he finally digs the blade into my skin, dragging it diagonally down my breast, I’m not surprised. The pain, twisting my already sensitive nerves, blends with the pleasure in my pussy.
“I’ve never gotten to explore this side of myself,” he admits.
We’re both fixated on the blood welling up on my skin.
“Deeper,” I whisper.
He grunts and leans forward, licking the line. His tongue rasps against the slice, collecting my blood.
And then he gives it back to me, catching the nape of my neck and pressing his open mouth to mine. His hand gropes my breast, and his nails dig into the cut.
I come like that. With my blood on our tongues and the intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.
He strokes himself, then grabs my hips and flips me to my knees, facing away from him. The vibrator shifts, reaching a new depth, and I arch. My only view now is of the wall in front of me. I twist my wrists to grab the bar better, supporting my torso.
“Where is it, Vi?”
He pulls my hips back toward him and palms the toy. It presses more firmly on my clit, and although the setting is still low, my body is strung tight from the multiple orgasms. My muscles ache, but I feel boneless.
I groan, bowing my head. “There’s no way in hell I’m telling you. Not until you promise to be done with me.”
His laugh his hollow.
And then his wet finger touches my asshole, and I go rigid.
“Has anyone fucked you here?” He presses his finger in, inching deeper.
I don’t know if it feels good or not, but it’s foreign. And he doesn’t seem to care that helpless whimpers are coming out of my throat. He pulls it out and pushes in again, testing me.
“No?”
“No,” I say on an exhale.
“Good.”
His finger disappears. There’s a ripping sound, and then a condom wrapper floats to the floor. “Round two is going in your pussy,” he informs me. “Bare.”
I swallow.
The tip of his cock rests…there. I try to relax, but I’m not sure I can get my muscles to cooperate. He spits on my ass, and I squeeze my eyes shut. I curl my hands around the bar, the laces cutting into my wrists. It hurts when he forces his way in. He’s not gentle about it. One minute he’s teasing me, touching my thighs, and then next he’s got me in a tight grip and has pushed all the way in.
“I can feel the toy vibrating inside you,” he tells me.
I bite my lip so hard, blood fills my mouth. I don’t want to give him a single sound.
He gives me a second to adjust, then starts to move. My body is on fire. And then, weirdly enough, something flips in my brain.
It doesn’t feel bad. Or like an intrusion.
I rock my hips back, and his cock slides deeper. The double penetration makes me feel too full, but it’s a unique, shiver-inducing sensation.
“Give it to me,” he grunts. “Tell me you like my cock in your ass.”
I don’t say it. Fuck that.
He reaches around me, his front pressing to my back, and tweaks my nipple. The vibrator goes to a higher level, a pulse, and he groans. He rubs my breast, scraping his nail along the cut he gave me. Fresh blood rolls down my breast and drips to the floor. He alternates between touching the cut and pinching my nipples between his fingers.
He thrusts into me harder, and I let out another whimper.