Page 130 of Secret Obsession
“I love you,” I say.
She stops.
There’s something holding her back from saying it. No matter how she feels, she’s going to have difficulty saying it back to me.
“Do you trust me?”
Her blue eyes stay locked on my face, and she slowly nods.
I go into my bag and retrieve the tie I’ll need to wear in just under an hour. I lift her head and wrap it around her, covering her eyes. She doesn’t say a word of protest, and my dick twitches even more.
And then I’m reaching in my pocket, drawing out my folding knife. It opens noiselessly.
I climb on the bed, ignoring the way it dips and pulls her body toward mine. I straddle her hips and touch the tip of the blade to her sternum. Just between her breasts.
Her skin twitches and shivers.
“What is that?”
“Pleasure and pain,” I reply. “You get off on this, Willow. But if you’re not sure, I’m happy to check…”
I scoot back, positioning myself better between her legs. I drag her body down more, so her restrained legs can bend and her ass rests on my thighs. She’s spread open, on my lap, and completely helpless. Her arms are caught over her head, but there’s still some give. She tests that now, tugging on them, and her hands come down an inch. If that.
Good.
I lean down and trace the path of the knife’s point with my tongue.
“Miles,” she pants.
“Your pussy is practically dripping,” I tell her. “How long were you waiting for me, wild girl?”
“O-only an hour.”
Her breath catches when I resume tracing an invisible pattern across her stomach, down to her pubic bone, then back up. Around her breasts, to her throat. She swallows so daintily.
I line up the tip of my dick with her entrance, inching inside her. I suppress my groan, because she immediately clenches around the head. I lean over her and claim her lips for a moment, staying perfectly still otherwise.
The first slice of my blade across her breast is quick. I pair it with my thrust into her, and I don’t know if she actually registers the bite of pain. Or the way my lips close over the cut right after, lapping at and irritating it.
Her blood is warm on my tongue.
“What did you do to me?” she whispers.
“Cut you open.” I pull out and push back into her.Slow. Enough to drive both of us crazy. She squeezes around my shaft, and sheer willpower keeps me from fucking her like an animal.
“What?” Her voice is panicked.
Drops of blood well up on the cut on her breast, spilling over.
I put the blade to her skin again and continue to fuck her. Every thrust in has her shuddering, an involuntary response. It cuts into her again, and this time she makes a noise. She’s caught somewhere between pain and lust, which is right where I want her.
“X marks the spot, wild girl.” I slash my own chest, relishing the pain, then toss the knife onto my pile of clothes. I lean down over her. My forearms bracket her head.
Her lips meet mine in a frenzy. My blood drips down and hits her chest. Making a mess of both of us. We’re just two canvases that don’t know any better.
My hand slips between us, and I bring her with me toward an orgasm. One of however many she’ll give me, if she forgives me for this.
“Come with me,” I order.
