Page 13 of Deviant Secrets

Chloe was ours to share now. Lux and I had been through everything together, and he knew she wouldn’t get hurt too bad. He could be the knight in shining armor. I just wanted to fuck her. Plain and simple.

After tonight, she won’t have to worry about the endless men that tried so hard to be like those in the books she read. She would have me, us, at her beck and call whenever she needed the deliciously brutal release.

I leaned forward, grabbing her trembling leg and hiked it slowly up to my waist. Her body tensed as she instinctively wrapped it around me.

My hand flew to my zipper, releasing my cock from the confines of my pants, dripping only for her. The drool that fell from her mouth was mouthwatering as it trailed down her body like an erotic slip and slide.

Her wavy hair now sat wet against her face from the stream, and I chuckled to myself over the fact that she practically tried to drown herself rather than be caught. Various sticks and leaves clutched to her body, and I groaned in response.

She deserved to be on her knees getting fucked into the mud like the sloppy whore she is. If that’s how she wants to be treated, I’ll comply. My tongue ran across my top teeth and I swallowed thickly, changing course and pushing her leg off.

The smooth steel of the blade ran across her cheek and over her mouth. She was going to scream for me, and he would hear her begging to come over the howling of the wind. There’s nothing like the hushed moans and pleading for release through a gag though. So helpless, and at my mercy. Fuck decisions, decisions.

Reaching for the back of her head, my hand moved to unlatch the leather straps and free her jaw. She moaned in gratification as her tense jaw relaxed from the bondage, and my dick twitched at the sound.

That wasn’t good enough. I turned the blade slightly, letting the tip rest above her plump bottom lip. The tears flowed down her cheeks in a blissful stream and threatened to turn me on further.

“What do you say?” I wanted to hear her say it.

“Th-thank yy-yo-uu,” she stuttered out through each word. The nose of my mask rested against her cheek, and I inhaled her fear.

“Do you know what you’re saying thank you for?”

She winced as the sharpened steel ran down her lip, splitting it open. The blood slowly trickled out, and a moan hummed in my throat, watching the skin tear slowly. The smell of copper filled my nostrils, and her tongue swiped over her lip to catch the red liquid.

Opening her mouth and closing it again, she stayed silent, and it infuriated me.

Fuck it.

Sticking the knife into the soft ground, my hand found itself on her calf, running along the length of it, hovering right over her pussy, and I laughed. “Should we see how much this turns you on?”

“What exactly are you referring to?” Her defiance was loud and clear as she bit her bottom lip, suppressing the smirk that crept along her face. Crimson fell from the cut in her lip, and I just wanted a taste.

My hand rested in between her thighs, giving them each a harsh slap. A low whistle sounded from me as I stared in awe at the wetness coating over her. She’d shaved like she knew we were coming, all but a strip of dark curled hair.

Slowly, I rose, placing each arm on either side of her head, caging her further in between the tree and my body. The sweat glistened on her and I could feel her fear rise through her trembling lips as she took short, quick breaths.

My hungry eyes locked on her fiery ones, and I whispered slowly. “The fear,” I challenged. “You like running like a weak piece of prey. It’s disgusting.”

Her bottom lip trembled as I caught it between my thumb and forefinger, squeezing. Letting the blood ooze onto my fingers.

Examining the crimson, I brought it under my mask and slid my fingers between my lips, humming in satisfaction. Her whimpers of pain didn’t stop me as my hand trailed down her body, until I could pinch her throbbing clit between my fingers.

At this moment, she could have figured out who I was under the mask, so I had to be more careful. I didn’t know her that well, but she’d help the social media manager from time to time, and used to help teach the kids to skate. Abruptly she had stopped, and I never knew why. Lux was different after that, and he never told me a thing.

Her whimpering shot me back to reality, and she acted ignorant to my wandering thoughts. My hand grasped the back of her collar. Her face showed her realization as I released her now bruised and bleeding face and shoved her to the ground.

“Now, you're going to suck on the handle of that knife while I fuck you. If I see it leave your mouth, I’ll punish you.”

“But what if it cuts me?” she asked.

Her body turned on her. She was scared, but an ever present curiosity glimmered in her eyes. I ignored the question. She’d be fine.

“Guess that’s for you to figure out.” I said, taking my place behind her. I listened closely, and after some hesitation, I saw her lips wrap around the handle and go to work.

Her slurping noises drove me wild, and I peered at her skin, rubbed raw from the ropes. Purple spreading along her hand and arms from lack of circulation. Once I’m done, they’d be coming off, giving her a much needed break.

Admiring the perfect round globes of her ass, my hand came down hard, letting the ripples run across her in waves. Over and over I spanked her, turning the area a dark shade of crimson. Relishing in the sound of her garbled, pained screams as she gagged around the blade handle.

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