Page 85 of His Road Dog

"Hold still, so you don't get hurt."

"What are you going to do?"

"Trust me."

"You're asking a lot."

"I know," he said.

Standing behind her, he slid his hand down her stomach and between her legs. She leaned her head back against his chest as his finger plunged between her legs and skimmed her pussy. The wetness apparent, she was surprised to know her body craved what he was doing to her.

Everythinghe was doing. Even blindfolding her and making her afraid.

"That's good, babe. You're wet for me."

A hardness nudged the opening of her sex. She widened her stance automatically before it dawned on her that he was behind her, and his hard cock was pressed against her lower back, not her front.

She gasped. Every muscle tightened, rendering her powerless to move. The only thing he had on him was the knife. The large knife.

"What is that?" she asked, needing to know if she was right, and he put the handle of the knife between her legs.

"I'm not going to let anything hurt you." He pushed the round hardness inside of her.

Despite her fear of getting cut, the pressure and fullness weakened her legs. She pressed her back against him, and he hooked her waist, supporting her weight while he inched the object higher inside of her.

Arousal swirled in her stomach, and she panted. Her heart beat wildly.

How could something besides him excite her? She moaned. It was because he was doing it to her.

"That's it, babe. Feel it slide all...the...way...in." His lips pressed against the top of her head.

He surrounded her with his body. The hardness of him at her back. His arm around her stomach. His hand between her legs.

"Have you ever been fucked with a knife before?" he murmured.

Her groan answered him. She had no control over her body. Whatever he wanted to do, she greedily accepted.

He slid the handle up and down slowly. Her thighs quivered. Afraid her legs wouldn't support her, she reached up with one hand and thrust her fingers into his hair, holding on. The knowledge that she stood at the railing of the deck, hundreds of feet atop a rocky mountainside, high in the air, never was far from her thoughts.

"You have no idea what this does to me." He held her tighter, trapping his cock between his body and hers. "Come for me, so that every time I use this knife, I'll know it's been in you. That what I do with it is for you, babe."

"I'm afraid of getting cut." She groaned, unable to stop the pleasure from growing.

"Trust me."

Oh, God. She did.

He made her feel so good, whatever happened would be worth it if she—she hummed, tilting her pelvis.

He plunged the hilt of the knife higher. It was hard and unforgiving and different.

Good.

It was good.

Oh, so good.

Her insides clenched down on the handle. The heat rolling off Priest in the cool night warmed her back. She moved, simply to feel his cock behind her, wanting her to know what he was doing to her body.

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