Page 14 of The Killing Game

“Suck,” he whispers.

I hold back a whimper and follow his instructions. Carefully, I suck. Using my tongue on the blunt side, I lick at the remaining blood like I’m giving the blowjob of a lifetime. Jason readjusts himself as he admires my handiwork.

We stand there in silence. The sound of my tongue lapping up the metallic, sticky juices filling the space. Jason doesn’t take his eyes off mine. Those dark, amber pools bore deeper into mine, uncovering years worth of pent up disappointment. I’m completely disarmed, lost in their depths. My past, present, and future all lie at his hands. I stare back, taking every drop of blood off the blade, this unholy act marking the change of our friendship forever.

When the blade has no more left to give, Jason removes it from my mouth. He reaches behind him and produces the sheath for the blade. Not breaking eye contact, he slips the silver tip back into its carrier. His hand reaches down between my legs. He places the hilt of the knife firmly against my swollen clit as he holds the sheathed blade. I flinch at the touch of something so foreign. I love knife play, but I have never dared put it there during play time.

“You’re doing such a good job. I knew you could follow directions like the good girl you are. My little bat deserves a prize,” he coos. The leather presses harder against my arousal. “Ride this knife like your life depends on it.”

His lips cover mine again, distracting me before I could think about what we’re doing. He parts my mouth with his tongue, not asking for entrance as he takes me. The taste of rum and pineapple mixes with iron. A heady concoction that makes me moan in appreciation.

Jason groans in response. “That’s it, baby. Just imagine what it’ll feel like with my cock between those juicy thighs.”

Gently, I roll my hips forward towards his hand and back against the wall. The smooth leather glides against my clit. The softness is so similar to skin; I imagine it’s Jason’s cock between my thighs. The finger grips dig at my pelvis, increasing the sensations. I pick up the pace, accepting my fate. I ride the hilt wishing it was his cock there, teasing my sensitive clit. He holds the knife steady as I continue to grind my way to ecstasy. I gasp into his mouth as my high finds me.

“Oh, fuck. I’m so close. Oh my god, Jason!”

Waves of ecstasy ripple through me. The release I so desperately searched for before my shower hits me. I’m gasping against his lips as my body lets go of every ounce of stress that I had leading up to this weekend. My legs tremble at the climax.

Jason leans back to look at me. His gaze sated, yet demanding. “Look at how beautiful you are cumming at my command. I knew you could be a good little slut for me.”

Jason plants a gentle kiss to my forehead and removes the knife from between my thighs, placing it in his back pocket. He steps back far enough for me to stand straight. He keeps a hand on my waist to steady me as I come down from my high. His expression, once shrouded in desire, is softer. His eyes return to their golden amber hue. He runs a hand through his hair, fixing it back into place.

“Well. That was…unexpected,” he chuckles.

My face warms at the comment.

Am I blushing?!

I look over at the door that’s still closed. We can hear faint banging of cabinets coming from the other side. Muffled voices seep in from under the door.

Looking back at Jason, he’s smirking. Again.

Asshole.

“If you breathe a word–,” I start.

Jason rolls his eyes at me as he begins towards the door.

“Please, Ashe. Don’t flatter yourself,” he says flippantly, pulling the door open.

“I’m serious, Jason. Not a damn word,” I bark at him. I’m seething. The high of my release dissipated as quickly as it came. Common sense has, indeed, returned. If the others knew what just happened it would cause the most awkward conversation in existence. It wasn’t my plan to make our friendship messy.

Jason turns to look at me as he passes through the door.

“You think I’m done with you?” He chuckles. “That’s cute. Now be a good little bat and get dressed. We have dinner to make.”

He winks at me before disappearing out of the room.

“God damn it, Jason. You’re such an asshole!” I yell after him. I walk over to the door, slamming it for dramatic effect. I can hear him laughing down the hall.

I turn to lean against the door. The weight of what just happens washes over me. Leaning my head back against the door, I take a few deep breaths trying to clear my mind. I assumed we’d get in bed one day. I just didn’t assume it would be this weekend. I didn’t assume it would be so dark…and unforgivably hot.

The smell of burgers waft into the space. A reminder that the weekend is still young and this day isn’t even over yet.

With a final deep breath, I push off the door and return to my bag. Searching for my baggiest t-shirt and shorts, I get dressed. Racking a comb through my disheveled, damp hair, I pull it back into a loose bun. I roll my neck left and right in a useless attempt to release some tension.

Jason thinks he can push me around this weekend. He thinks he can force me into pure submission.