Page 7 of The Devil in Disguise

She hesitates for a moment. But just one moment before she resigns herself to her fate.

“Yes,” she whispers as her ass grinds against me again, seeking some type of friction.

I move my hands around to the front of her and slip my knife underneath the front of her white little thong. Her breath hitches slightly when she feels the cold metal against her skin, but when I pull the blade through the fabric, cutting the small scrap of lace from her, she moans in satisfaction. I grab the ruined underwear and shove them in my pocket. They’ll come in handy later.

Moving to crouch behind her, I let my hands trail down her thick thighs, pulling them open for me. Using my fingers, I open her soft folds and expose her perfect pink pussy. I can see how wet and engorged she is even in the low light of the small alcove we’re hiding in.

“You want me to touch you, angel?”

“Yes, please,” she moans as she desperately humps at the air.

I smack her pussy suddenly. She cries out and turns her head to glare at me over her shoulder.Good.I want her anger just as badly as I want her pleasure.

“I would have touched you, but you let someone else touch you first. Dirty sluts don’t deserve rewards, do they?”

“N–no.”

“What do dirty sluts deserve, angel?”

“I–I don’t know.” She’s a stuttering mess. I know I confused her by working her up and now pulling back. But this girl needs to learn who the fuck she belongs to. I smack her pussy again, this time harder. The sound of my palm hitting her slick fleshbounces off the walls around us. She cries out in pain but doesn’t move.

“Let’s try that again. What do dirty sluts like you deserve?”

“Punishment?”

I rub my fingers softly against her clit when she answers correctly. Her head falls back and she moans in pleasure, her hips rocking as I caress her engorged bud. She’s so wet and needy for me. It’s perfection.

“That’s right, angel,” I praise as I continue to rub her clit. With her head thrown back and her eyes closed in pleasure she doesn’t even notice me bring my knife back up.

Her scream is loud enough to wake the dead. But no one will hear her with their headphones in and the music blaring into their ears. I pull the knife out a little, then drive the handle back into her tight cunt.

“If you would have been a good girl and waited for me, I would have let you come on my face and fingers. But you let some fucking stranger touch you, so now you’ll come on my knife and lick it clean for me.”

She moans and begins to relax as I continue to move the knife in and out of her. I’m careful not to let the blade knick either of us. I don’t want her blood, not yet at least. Her pale complexion turns pink as the pleasure I’m providing her heats her core. Perspiration clings to her chest. She’s a vision and I can’t fucking pull my eyes away from her. Moving my other hand back to her clit, I rub circles again. When I begin to fuck her with my knife in time with small little pinches to her sensitive nub, all her reservations melt away. She lets the pleasure totally consume her as she rocks her hips.

“Oh my God. Oh my God!” she moans as her pleasure builds.

“There’s no God here baby, just the Devil. Now show me how you look when you sin, angel.”

“Fuck!” she yells as I up the pace. Her hips begin jerkinguncontrollably as her release nears. “Don’t stop! I’m gonna’ come!”

“I won’t stop, baby. Show me what a good little slut you can be and come all over my knife in this dirty hallway where anyone could see you.”

She falls over the edge. Her face contorts and all her muscles freeze up as her pussy contracts around the foreign object inside her. Her pleasure is completely intoxicating. I fuck her through each wave of her release. When her climax finally ends, she lets out a satisfied sigh and slumps her forehead against the wall.

Without removing the knife, I stand behind her.

“You didn’t think we were done yet, did you, angel?” She turns her head to look at me, confusion obvious on her face. “We’re just getting started.”

SIX

CELESTE

I’m not sure if it’s the drugs that are still in my system or the fact that I just let a masked stranger fuck me in public with a knife, but I’ve never come this hard before. When the pulsing in my pussy finally starts to subside, I sigh and place my forehead against the wall, letting the cool brick surface help to ground me back in reality. I’m sure this place is gross and grimy but I don’t even care.

Fuck! That was intense!

When I go to move and realize he’s left the knife handle inside me, I tense. Then, I freeze entirely.What the fuck?I turn ever so carefully to look at him in confusion, but staring back at me is empty blackness. I can’t see any of his face or eyes through the mask. It’s fucking terrifying.

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