Page 163 of The Catalyst

Slap.

My thighs rub together from how good his punishment feels, all the way down to my toes.

“Please,” I whimper, pressing my thighs tighter together from the need coursing through my body.

“Have you had enough? Are you ready to answer my question?”

I can barely remember the question, but it doesn’t matter. As long as Oliver keeps playing with my body in any way, I don’t want this to stop.

“Was the answer seven? I forgot,” I feign ignorance as sweat drips down my forehead. My limbs ache from the position.

Another smack comes down on my pink and purple flesh, but I just smirk to myself. Then, he pulls his knees back and spreads my thighs apart.

“Presentmypretty pussy to me,” he commands as he spreads my cheeks to get a look at the most intimate part of my body.

Arching my back, I do as he says because I’m pretty sure I’m going to like whatever it is. My cunt is on display for him, and he hums his approval before he lands another slap, but it’s not on my ass. It’s right between my thighs, on my dripping pussy. I yell from the slap, and my head splits as both pain and pleasure stir inside me, existing as one. It’s a dizzying feeling that I hope he gives me again.

“So fucking wet,” he growls as he runs his fingers over me, feeling every last inch of my heat.

“Please,” I whimper. “Do that again,” I beg because it felt that good.

“Maybe I will if you behave for Daddy. Stay just like that.” He pulls his hand away, and something cool and smooth replaces it. Maybe a vibrator?

I have no clue, but it feels so good as it runs over my clit, teasingly circling the bud before making it to my pussy. Oliver sinks it in, and I cry out from how sensitive I am.

“Oh, fuck,” I rasp as my hips buck toward the assumed vibrator, but Oliver puts a firm hand on my ass, fully stopping me.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you unless you want to cut yourself.”

My brain stops working for a second. Cut myself?… Oh, no, he did not.

I turn my head to look in the mirror, and sure enough, Oliver has his pocket knife in his hand with the handle inside my pussy. His fingers wrap around the blade, pumping it in and out of me, blood dripping from the blade. He’s cutting himself while fucking me with his knife.

God, it feels so good, but I want more. The amount he’s giving me isn’t enough to reach my sweet spot, only enough to get me going.

“You bastard,” I rasp.

He smirks. “YourBastard. If you’re going to call me names, at least do it right.” Then, he gains momentum with each press of the handle into my dripping cunt.

“Daddy,” I cry out.

“Yeah?” he teases as my juices drip onto the handle, making a sloshing noise as it goes in and out of me.

“Please, I need you.” A sob falls from my lips. I’m so desperate it tastes bitter on my tongue.

“You need me, huh? Use your words. What part of me do you need? Would that be my fingers, my tongue, my cock…or maybe all you need is my filthy words?” His thumb runs over my rosebud before it’s replaced with his tongue.

I scream from the mixture of sensation.

I want this so bad I can’t see straight. I’m so turned on that a part of me wants to rip my own cunt to shreds just so I won’t feel this out of sorts.

“I need it all. Your cock, your fingers, your tongue. I need you so bad. Please!”

Then, he presses his tongue inside past my sphincter, and I swear I black out from the dots covering my vision, but when I come to, his tongue is still inside me, and I’m crying like a baby from how good everything feels.

“Are you going to answer my question?” he asks again.

I fucking break. “I walked.”

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