Page 34 of Whispers in the Dark

“Tell me, Karma. Tell me.”

I didn’t have to ask what he meant. I knew.

“Please, Sir. I need it. I needyou.”

He dug the tip into the area where I wanted to feel it most. My body began to shake uncontrollably. When he sucked the nub into his mouth, I screamed his name at the top of my lungs.

23.Adrian

Brynn was so far gone at this point, and it was the state I always loved to drive a submissive to when scening with one. While I’d never done anything like this with one outside of Lotus, I couldn’t not when it came to her. Her! Brynn! Karma! The bane of my fucking existence at this point. The woman I couldn’t stop thinking about, no matter how hard I’d tried, and I had attempted to do it so many times but failed miserably each one.

As I sucked her clit ever so gently into my mouth, I dragged the handle of the blade lower, then thrust it part way inside of her. I didn’t fuck her with it, instead choosing to trace her inner walls as I turned it over and over.

Her body trembled and shook, and I was glad she was now restrained so well or else she might’ve fallen and impaled herself on more of the knife than she could take. A sudden vision of her laying before me in a pool of blood almost made me stop, but as I still tasted a coppery twinge of hers against my tongue, I allowed the vision to play out.

A brief glimpse of my sister and later Blair Carter flashed between my eyes, but each time I looked down at the woman on the ground, all I could see was Brynn’s face. I didn’t want to alerther to the change inside of me, so I focused on the immediate task at hand. As I withdrew the knife, I thrust it back inside of her, and this time, I began to slowly fuck her with it as my name echoed within her screams and anguished cries.

That was a familiar sound for me as I often pushed a submissive beyond their breaking point. I’d never truly done that with this one, but it was about time to do so. Finally removing the knife handle from her dripping pussy, I moved it toward her back hole, and slowly began to press the rounded tip against her.

More garbled cries came from her as she realized what I intended to do. After raising my head and pulling away from her, I pushed it ever so slightly deeper and deeper into her, watching as she opened up like a beautiful flower to accept it.

I almost wished I had a plug for her, and making a mental note to bring one to the office, I continued to stay in the present. I withdrew the handle, then slowly pushed it back inside of her, continuing that rhythm until I knew she could take the entire handle inside. She’d take that first, but I would finish up by sinking balls deep inside of her there.

First, she needed some relief, and if I didn’t start fucking her soon, I would explode as well. I rose back onto my feet, then repositioned my hands on the knife. I wanted her to feel every inch that she could of the handle, so I was now holding it by the blade part.

I’d shed my own blood a time or two during a scene, but glancing down at the lightly colored tile beneath us, I needed to concentrate so I wouldn’t stain it with my own blood. As I moved the handle back to her ass, I wrapped my other hand around her throat.

“So fucking submissive... Trusting... Obedient...” I murmured in her ear as I traced the lobe with my tongue. “And goddamned foolish,” I added at the exact moment I plunged thehandle back inside of her. “Come for me,” I ordered, and braced myself for her screams.

And scream she did. If this penthouse hadn’t been equipped with fully soundproof walls and floors, and had been a few floors lower, the authorities would’ve been called for sure. A flash of red and blue lights entered my thoughts, but I also forced them out. I didn’t want to remember the wailing of sirens or what they found upon arrival.

All I wanted to remember was this woman –my woman – as she came by my hands. Wanting to feel it for myself, I tossed the knife to the floor away from us, then bent down enough to line my cock up at her pussy before thrusting inside, filling her in one hard thrust.

She gasped and made a grunting noise as I slammed into her, and it was like music to my ears. In fact, her every whimper, mewl, moan, and cry were like a symphony. My twisted mind was the conductor, and as I brought her to the edge over and over again, I refused to let her fall over it again.

Blood was rushing in my ears as holding back on my own climax was becoming a torture worse than hell. I kept on because I needed to take out on her the weeks and months of what could be considered static in my mind. In fact, I could barely make out anything she was saying as what I assumed to be pleas slipped from her lips.

The static grew louder and my vision began to turn darker. I was now seeing stars, but that also wasn’t an uncommon experience. I often glanced up at them wondering how many of my victims were staring down at me from above. Their presence in my life had been as fleeting as a shooting star.

“Need to suffer,” I ground out between clenched teeth as I continued to fuck her.

At this rate, this pillar would likely crack and splinter from the force alone.

“Yes, and I am, Sir. Please,” came her voice, and I realized she thought the words I had just said were directed at her.

Brynn’s suffering was for pleasure, but mine was for torment. Tonight wasn’t just about me, though. I’d done this whole thing for her, and as her walls tightened so much around my cock, I finally pulled out.

Seconds later, I was pushing inside the same spot where the knife had just been. Brynn pushed her ass toward me in invitation. “You’re so fucking tight,” I told her as I tightened my grip on her neck.

I brought my other hand lower, and I felt her body relax the moment I thrust two fingers inside of her. Tracing her walls, I could feel my cock against my fingertips. At least until I pulled out of her. The moment I slammed back fully into her, we both groaned out loud.

In this moment, we had become one. I didn’t have to touch her chest to know that her heart was beating as erratic as mine, nor did I need to loosen my grip on her neck to know her breathing was as deep as mine. Her pleasure was my pleasure, and her pain would be mine.

I started to move, and as I began to fuck her hard, I added a third and fourth finger to her. She was now stuffed as fully as one could be, and her broken cries and trembling frame let me know how much she loved it. All the dancing around one another in the office had led us to this point. While I’d enjoyed bending her over my desk or taking her against the door, we both needed this. We needed each other in a controlled environment. It was only in one of those that I could truly find my center.

As a calm continued to settle over me amidst the chaotic way I was taking her, I made a mental note to not wait as long between scenes as I had this past time. Peace continued to envelop me, and as I released her throat from my hands, I moved them down to her breasts. The ornaments were stillhanging from her nipples, and while never slowing my rhythm or intensity, I flicked on each one until I heard them fall to the floor.

Brynn’s screams as blood rushed to those abused tips echoed around me, and knowing we both needed more still, I pulled my hand and cock from her, before ripping off the condom. I thrust back into her, but this time into her pussy.

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