Page 106 of Prince of Pain

I laughed, making notes on my phone with a bunch of prices and content ideas. “I could totally charge more for sex if I was a famous porn star too.”

By the time we got home, I had a good list to start with. Ryder instantly went in search of his pipe, leaving me to set up the camera. I’d bought a tripod for it to keep it steady, and I placed it in front of the couch to try and get the right angle.

“You’re going to film out here?” he asked as he joined me, dropping onto the couch with the glass pipe and a lighter.

“Why not? I can do some poses on the couch, and the lighting is good,” I shrugged, fiddling with the camera to make sure it was in the right spot before sitting beside him.

He smoked first, anticipation buzzing through me as I waited for him to pass me the pipe.

“You know,” he said as he handed it over and leaned back to watch me, his entire body seeming to relax as the high washed through him. “I think we should just spend a week or two doing nothing but fucking and filming.”

I inhaled the vapor as I heated the crystals, giggling as I blew it back out. “I mean, we were going to fuck all week, so we might as well film it for profit, right? You’ll have to make your own account and get verified if we’re in videos together.”

“I can do that.”

“And maybe you could even film some videos of yourself jerking off. Moan a little, girls pay for that shit,” I answered, putting the pipe down and not caring if it burned the wooden table. “We could make bank, Ry.”

A thoughtful look crossed his face, and I crawled onto his lap, his hands instantly moving to my waist. “Or you could just be good and choke on my dick.”

“I can do that,” I grinned, wiggling on his lap. “Let’s get to work.”

We set up an account for Ryder, and I showed him how to use the camera. He took a few photos of me posing on the couch, and it didn’t take long for him to put the camera back on the tripod to video.

“You can’t cut me up on video. The platforms I’m using don’t like it,” I groaned as he grabbed the zip on my skirt and dragged it down, tugging the offending material off.

“I’m filming it for me,” he chuckled. “Get your tits out.”

I sat up and did as he asked while he stripped off, his eyes wild as they skated across my skin.

“You want to fuck me, Ry?” I purred, lying back and parting my legs so he could see how wet I was, his focus going straight to his name across my mound. “You want to mark me again?”

“Stop talking,” he said sharply as he moved closer, his dick already rock hard in his pants. I reached for him and yanked him on top of me, his lips crushing mine as he forced a finger inside me.

My back arched slightly as he buried his finger deep, brushing his thumb across my clit lightly. “Fuck, Ry?—”

“I said stop talking,” he bit out, making me moan as he replaced his finger with his dick and shoved two fingers in my mouth instead. The taste of my pussy exploded on my tongue, his fingers pressing down on my jaw as he thrust in and out of me. “Good girl. Just how I like you. Quiet and naked.”

His thrusts got harder, and I cried out as he changed angle slightly. He let me come, then he slowed down to push his pants down, moving back into position with his knife in hand.

“You’re going to?” I asked with excitement, a flicker of fear hitting me.

Would he cut too deep?

“Remember, you asked for this,” he said firmly, giving me a second to back out, but I didn’t. He took the knife out of its small case, pressing the tip of the blade to my cleavage. His eyes were dark as he focused on the knife, his attention flicking up to my face when he started pressing down harder, and I cried out as the skin broke and pain hit me.

Delicious fucking pain.

He lined his dick up with my pussy and thrust inside a little, not enough to jostle me too much but enough to confuse my brain as it balanced the fine line of pain and pleasure.

My nails dug into his thigh as I tried to hold onto something, anything to center me again, but he kept slowly fucking me while dragging the knife down my chest, a growl leaving him.

“So fucking perfect.” Blood trickled down my side but he didn’t give a shit about it getting on the couch below us, rubbing his fingers through it to paint my skin. “So pretty.”

I swooned at his words, pulling him down on me again and hearing the knife hit the floor before he railed me hard, my blood mixing with sweat as he claimed me.

No one would ever own my body, it was mine and I’d do what I wanted with it, but my heart?

No one could take that away from Ryder.

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