Page 6 of Candy Canes & Peppermint Kisses

This was wrong. God, so wrong. I was twisted, something dark turned on inside of me.

“Such a good, little whore.” He let go of my throat but quickly replaced the knife to my jugular.

My pussy got even wetter from that prick of pain.

“I want my mouth to replace your fingers.” He spoke more to himself and then took a step back, gripping my hand and wrenching it away so my fingers slid out of my slippery pussy, which was a whole new source of pain being unable to ease it out. He grabbed my wrist and held it up between us, showing me how disgusting I was… how wet my cunt was from what should’ve been considered torture.

He pushed the bottom of the mask up, but the shadows and darkness in the room made things too ominous for me to see anything clearly. What I could make out was the fact that he pulled my fingers to his mouth and sucked on them, licking the evidence of my repulsive display of pleasure off each one and finally ending on my thumb.

“Mmm, sweet because of your humiliation.” He gave my fingers one last thorough lick and then let go of me and crouched on his haunches. “Gonna eat this cunt until you come all over my face. I want you to fight that pleasure the entire time but still give in.” He grabbed the back of one of my legs and hauled it up and over his shoulder, spreading me wide. “I want to know you hate giving me your orgasm, but you’ll surrender it to me regardless.”

His huge shoulders kept me from closing my legs, even if I wanted to. But I found that need was slowly fading with each passing second.

I was weak for allowing this to happen, for not fighting back. But survival told me this behemoth of a man could break me before I could even took a breath.

“Look at this cunt, you dirty, fucking slut. All wet for me, your little pussy lips swollen because you’re so aroused by your sick love of being treated like the whore you are.”

That sparked a minute amount of strength in me, and I went to grab his mask, but he growled and smacked my hand away, staring up at me and shaking his head without uttering a word.

“Try to touch me again and I’ll bite your clit so hard you’ll scream for mercy.”

I made a small cry of shock at his crass words.

He still held the knife in one hand, but I curled my fingers into my palms and exhaled, knowing if I wanted to make it through the night, I had to be good.

“Stay still.” He didn’t give me a moment to understand what he meant because, a second later, he had the knife between my thighs, pricking the skin open at the junction where my pussy and leg met.

I felt the skin open up and a warm droplet of blood slide down my skin, but my adrenaline was rushing so out of control that I barely felt it.

But when he slapped my pussy, it was hard enough I screamed out, the sting so intense I immediately felt blood rush to the affected area, and then I promptly moaned. My inner muscles clenched painfully… pleasurably.

It’s so good.

It’s so wrong.

Stop!

Don’t stop.

He sucked and licked at my pussy, using his thumb and forefinger to spread one side of my core open wide. And when he plunged his tongue inside my clenching hole, I let my head fall back against the door and cried out in sick desire.

I gripped each side of my tattered shirt, tugging at the material until one side slid off my shoulder. The other followed suit as I squirmed under the onslaught of his mouth, the ruined top finally dropping to the floor.

He kept the tip of the knife pressed at my inner thigh, the blade now painful with all focus spotlighted on that area of my body and what he was doing to it, but it was oh so good.

And when he pulled back, I forced myself to look down and stare at him. He had the bottom of the mask pushed up as he brought the knife to his mouth and licked the blade clean, lapping up my blood.

He disgusted me.

He turns me on.

I grabbed his shoulders and tried to shove him away, but it was halfhearted. And in retaliation, just as he promised, he growled and leaned in to bite my clit. Hard. I squealed and let go.

“Bad little girl.” He let the knife drop to the floor with a clatter and a second later went back to eating me out voraciously.

Viciously.

Violently.

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