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He slides the blade back into place, returning to shifting it over my clit, stimulating it to new heights, and driving me closer to the edge. I moan through the panties stuffed in my mouth, the flavor of myself only adding to the depravity. His free hand moves to my tits, teasing and pinching my nipples.

“You like this, don’t you? You enjoy having my bloody blade against your cunt.” His words have me moaning again. They somehow have control over my pussy, making me clench down. An odd sensation spirals through me, one I’ve never experienced before, possibly fear over the uncontrollable clenching turning into the cause of my demise.

“That’s it, Raven. Come on my blade like a good girl,” he coos in my ear. His fingers twist my nipple, sending a jolt directly to my clit. An orgasm crashes over me, and it takes everything in me to keep my legs where they are. His arm bands around my hips, helping me to keep still. And much to my disbelief, he doesn’t remove the blade. Instead he keeps the same rhythm of back and forth over my clit.

Each swipe sends an aftershock through my limbs. My cunt feels more empty than ever before. It needs more, and I moan out, trying to encourage him to fuck me already. He slows the movements of the blade until it comes to a stop. Then he starts sliding it down my slit. His other hand briefly meets the knife, helping him to reposition it in his hold.

Now he’s gripping the metal with pinched fingers and the handle slides along my clit. The textured grip sends new sensations into my swollen bundle. “You need me to fuck you, don’t you, my greedy bird? Such a slut for me, willing to take anything I give you,” he says, reading my thoughts.

I vigorously nod my head. The cock grinding into me is driving me crazy. I need it more than I need my next kill. “Don’t worry. I’ll fuck you,” he says while sliding the handle down to my opening. He teases at my hole before pushing it inside me. The handle is unforgiving. It pounds into me with a sharp bite with each thrust he gives.

“You’re going to come for me again, Raven.” I shake my head in protest, unconvinced he has the power to turn the unpleasant object into something that can give pleasure. “Yes, you are. And once you do, I’ll give you the dicking you’ve been dreaming of since you found out about me.”

His fingers find my clit and the touch sends a shock to my dying arousal. Something about knowing this is the first time he’s touching my clit with his fingers has me doing a 180 and heading right back toward an orgasm. My head tilts back and lands on his shoulder as I focus my every thought on where he’s playing with my bundle of nerves.

The combination of pleasure joining the pain has me both clawing the wall and holding onto it to keep my legs from giving out on me. His lips graze against my pulse before he offers little nips along my neck. “Show me who this pussy belongs to, gorgeous. Fall apart on my knife one more time and my cock is yours. Let me see how much you want my warm cock to slide into you,” he whispers against my ear. It’s much slower this time, but with the help of his filthy mouth, I finally release a muffled scream as I clench down on the knife handle. A surprising flood comes with my surrender, and the handle slides free with a slight suction sound.

The man behind me lets out a groan and his hand slips between my head and his shoulder. He grips my bun in his fist and moves my head up, holding me right in front of his face. “Open your eyes, Raven. Look at what I did to you.”

My eyes blink open and it takes a second for me to refocus. He holds the knife in front of me and I’m just in time to see a drip of my release fall from the tip of the blade. “You came so hard on my fucking handle, you soaked it. Do you think you learned your lesson?”

I quickly nod in response. The sooner we get through his questions, the faster I’ll be stuffed with the thick cock behind me.

“Who do you belong to?” he taunts.

“You,” I say through my makeshift gag, although it comes out sounding more like a string of O’s.

“That’s right. Don’t make me show you again,” he threatens, trailing the blade over my sensitive skin again. It leaves a wet trail behind, marking everywhere it’s been. “Close your eyes again.”

I feel the air move as he brings the knife next to my head. “Mmm. You taste divine, Raven. Your sweet juice mixed with the tang of your blood is my new favorite flavor.” I had no way of knowing what he was doing, but licking the blade wouldn’t have been my first guess. I can’t help the images flashing in my mind of plump lips separating for his tongue to dart out and slide along the blunt edge. The thought sends my pussy into a fluttering rage.

A moment later, I hear the ping of the knife hitting the concrete floor. The hand that’s now free from the knife moves between us and frees his cock. The heat of it reaches me before he can press it against my crack again.

The hand holding my hair shoves my face into the wall again, giving little care to my comfort as he does it. His other hand moves to the small of my back. “Arch your back. Give me access to that sweet cunt.”

I do as he says, pressing my upper body flush with the wall and stick out my ass more. The coldness bites into my exposed tits, hardening my nipples further. His hand leaves my back to grip his cock. The tip rubs against my cheek as he prepares to line himself up. It’s slick showing just how much he was affected as he used his knife against me.

As his cock nears my slit, I take in a deep breath on instinct. And as he plunges his length into me, I’m glad that I did. I’ve only experienced this kind of instant pain at the stretch of a huge cock entering too quickly once before. It was the time I underestimated the size of Grayson’s cock.

My stalker doesn’t pause for me to get used to him. No, he glides in and out at an even pace. I whine at the abuse. I shouldn’t have expected anything other than a brutal pounding, though. It’s my stalker we’re talking about. Our romance isn’t like any other.

Once again, it’s like he has a wiretap on my thoughts. “I’ve been lusting after you for way too long to hold back. Now take it like a good girl, and next time it can be about you.”

If he thought his selfishness would turn me off, or reduce my pleasure, he’d be wrong. The strength he shows me and his obvious loss of control give me a taste of power back when I’d otherwise have none in this situation.

The longer he pounds into me, the more I adjust to his size and the pain turns to explosions of pleasure. His free hand moves from my hip to my ass. He squeezes, running his fingers over my flesh. I know it’s coming when his hand pulls back. And when it lands, my pussy clenches down on him in delight. His breathing is labored, so he doesn’t say anything, but I can tell he would want to if he could.

His hand lands again with the same results. He repeats his actions again, controlling me like a toy he’s using to get himself off. I’m his fuck doll, and my enjoyment is just an unthought of side effect. Suddenly his hand leaves my head and lands on my other cheek. The fingers of both his hands bite into my ass as he holds me in place and growls out his release. The throbbing of his cock sends my over sensitive core across the finish line.

I clamp down on his dick like I’m trying to strangle it, and the motion only sends more of his cum shooting into me. Satisfaction like none other comes with the realization of him marking his territory in the most primal of ways. I’m already thinking about the next time he’ll use me.

Before I’m ready, he slips free, tucking his softening cock into his pants. I wait for his next order, but silence fills the room. It isn’t until I hear the far-off door slamming shut that I realize I’m alone…

eighteen

My eyes spring open and I spin around in a rush to put my clothes on so I can chase after him. I stumble as my equilibrium is thrown off from the spots dancing in my vision. I should have taken a moment to get used to the light again.

Once I find my footing, I rush for my clean clothes. Pulling the panties from my mouth, I throw them on the plastic with a wet thud. Cum freely drips down my leg. I glance around and find the clean shirt I was going to wear is smeared with my blood and wetness from the knife. It must have landed on my shirt after it fell to the ground.

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