Page 47 of Ricochet
She threw her head back, exposing her neck to me. I clutched her hip in one hand and pulled her harder against me.
“Do you want me, my little psycho?” She trembled beneath my hand, her whole body shaking.
“Or,” I took a hold of the knife once again and held it in front of her face. “This.”
Her gaze flickered between the knife and me, but the hitch in her breathing at my suggestion told me everything I needed to know.
“You’re a bad, bad bitch.” I leaned down, licking the seam of her lips. “Aren’t you?”
“Kieran…”
I bit her lower lip, pulling it to me. “What did I tell you? Keep quiet.”
I kissed my way down her neck, biting and teasing, leaving my mark wherever I could. Her breasts were straining against the shirt, two round globes begging to be touched. Pulling the shirt all the way to her neck, I latched onto one nipple first, kneading the other one with my free hand. The mewling sounds coming from her as I played with her pushed me over the edge, and in the next moment, I was staring at her pussy covered by the soaked panties.
“A beautiful demon,” I whispered and bit her clit through the fabric of her panties. “A beautiful chaos.”
She was watching me with hooded eyes, her lower lip between her teeth. I lazily dragged the knife over her thigh, over that sinister tattoo she branded herself with, and toward her cunt. With precise cuts, I sliced the two lines on the apex of her thigh, just above the skull, marking her with an x. Her other leg bounced against the bed, but the chains forbade her from moving further. The blade of the knife cut through the fabric easily, exposing her completely to me.
Swollen, and so, so wet.
“Do you want my knife, baby?” I spread her lips with the blade and looked at her. “Or do you want my cock?”
She kept quiet, not a word from her, but this was one thing she had to answer.
“Tell me!” I cupped her pussy, squeezing the lips together. “What do you want?”
“K-Kieran…”
“Answer me!”
“Knife,” she screamed. “I want the knife.”
The muscles on my face almost hurt from the strength of the smile that spread over at her words.
Without a warning, I removed my hand and pulled her ass toward me, exposing her fully.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.”
I dragged my finger from her clit to her opening, collecting the juices there. Turning the knife in my hand, I slammed the handle into her, pushing it to the hilt.
“Kieran!” Her whole body arched at the intrusion.
The blade glinted in front of me, a beautiful sight really. If she moved her legs, it would cut right through her skin. Flicking my fingers over the little bundle of nerves nestled there, I started pulling the knife out, holding it from the dull side.
“Does this feel good?”
She wasn’t prepared for it, I knew it. The evidence was visible on the handle as I pulled it out of her. A bloody trail coated the green handle, and I could see her pussy clenching around it. I squeezed her clit between my fingers, evoking a loud screech from her.
“That’s right.”
“P-Please… Kieran!”
I started moving the handle back and forth, every time pinching her clit harder. Her panting got louder, and the squirming in her legs told me she was close.
“Are you going to come for me?” I increased my pace. “Are you going to come all over this knife, like the good little whore you are?”
“Yeeees,” she drew out. “Faster. Please, please, please… F-Faster, Kieran.”
