She was trembling as she reclined to her back on the floor. The rug was a thick animal skin, the fur soft and cushioned.
“Now spread those legs, I want to see right into that pretty pink cunt.”
For a moment, I thought she was going to refuse, but then she did as I’d instructed.
I ducked my head between her thighs and latched my mouth on to her clit. I sucked, hard, and her back bowed off the floor, and she cried out, though whether it was in pleasure or pain, I couldn’t be sure.
I turned the knife around in my hand so the handle was pointing upwards, careful to hold the part where the metal emerged, and not the sharp blade. I ran the blunt end up and down her slit, coating it in her juices. She might have acted as though she hated me, but her body told me something else.
“Please, Leo, what are you doing?”
“Fucking you with a knife handle. Now, shut the fuck up and let me concentrate. You wouldn’t want me to slip.”
A part of me wondered if I should be filming this as well. How would Rasmus react if he had to watch a knife being pushed into his precious daughter’s cunt? But even I wasn’t as crass as that.
I watched, breathing hard, as the handle of the knife slipped inside her. She moaned, and her hips undulated to match my movements. I lowered my face to her pussy once more, licking and suckling at her clit. Her little breathy sighs and groans grew louder. I pictured her inner muscles working the handle of the knife and I pushed it inside her harder and faster.
“Oh God, oh fuck, Leo. Please...”
I didn’t know if she was asking me to stop or to give her more. It didn’t matter either way.
“Good girl. You come around the knife.”
Her body trembled and then stiffened, and her moans became cries. She clutched at my shoulders. I held the handle deep and she shattered around it. Her orgasmic bliss rolled through her again and again until finally she fell still, breathing hard, her skin damp with sweat.
She fell back and dragged her hand through her hair. “Oh my God.”
I wasn’t done with her yet.
I straightened and stripped myself of my clothes. My cock was like iron and jutted out in front of me. I couldn’t hold off any longer. I wanted her, and no matter what she said, she wanted me, too. I needed to be safe, though, so I opened the same drawer I’d taken the knife from and scrambled around until I found a condom.
Joining her on the rug, I slid the condom onto my cock. I reached for Kaja and easily flipped her over, putting her onto all fours. I nudged her knees apart with mine and positioned myself in between them and guided my cock to her entrance. She was wet and swollen from me fucking her with the knife, and I sank into her. It was like being in Heaven. The handle of the knife was small, so I didn’t think she’d be bruised inside.
I covered her back with my chest, dominating her, and fucked her hard and fast, my only goal to reach climax myself. I hadn’t expected her to come again, but as I reached for my orgasm, she became the string on a bow, taut beneath me. She put her hand between her thighs, and I knew she was touching herself while I fucked her. The knowledge ramped up my arousal, bringing both of us closer. All I wanted was to experience that intense, intimate connection that came from physically giving a part of yourself to another person.
And then she cried out, her inner muscles milking me on, and I exploded, too. I held myself deep, releasing stream after stream of cum from my cock.
I folded over her back, breathing hard, my arms around her waist. I kissed her damp shoulder and pulled her down with me onto the floor. I quickly removed the condom and disposed of it and then tugged her into my arms so her bare breasts were against my chest. Our hearts seemed to be communicating, slowing together, becoming the same beat. I pressed my nose to the softness of her hair and then lifted my hand to twine the strands between my fingers. Her slender thigh hooked over mine, and her breathing deepened as she relaxed. I hated that I was making comparisons to Jodie, but I couldn’t help it. Jodie had always been so curvy, where Kaja was lithe and slender. Yet somehow it felt both women fit perfectly against my body.
I closed my eyes briefly. I should push her off me, tell her to put some clothes on, but the pleasure of the moment beat my self-resolve. My limbs grew heavy, as did my eyelids, and instead of them opening again, I found myself letting them stay shut.