Page 40 of Sadist

I slid my fingers around my clit, my breath catching as I pressed down a little harder, finding the perfect angle. My scalp burned as she tipped my head back further, her lips skimming the hollow of my throat.

“Fuck,” I breathed, trying to focus on my movements.

Her knuckles skimmed up my belly, over the tank top I wore, until she got to one of the straps. She sliced one strap with the glass, and it fell limp down my shoulder, then repeated the action on the other, before running it gently along my exposed collarbone.

My heart was pounding in my ears as the cold tip of the glass pressed just below the bone, the weight of her gaze still on my face as she pressed it down in a slow, shallow slice along my skin.

I gasped, my hand losing its rhythm on my clit.

“I didn’t say stop,” she warned.

I whimpered, the burn of the cut turning to a sting that had me clenching against nothing, aching for more.

“I need—” I broke off, ashamed of what I had almost said.

Her lips brushed over the pulse point in my neck.

“Need what, Sweets?”

“Your fingers,” I gasped, my movements erratic.

“You haven’t earned those yet,” she said, the slow drag of the glass exquisite torture. My collar flared with pain, and she tilted her head, watching my face with those mesmerizing eyes. “Come for me, and I’ll give you a reward.”

She moved the glass to my other collarbone, and I moaned as it dug into my flesh, the warm trickle of blood sliding down my skin.

“That’s my girl,” she murmured as my breathing hitched and faltered. “You look so pretty in red. Show me how well you can come for me.”

My leg buckled as the orgasm hit me hard and fast, though it passed just as quickly. I vaguely heard the shard clatter to the floor, gasping as her thumb ran along the shallow slice before sliding up my neck, my blood sticky against my skin as she kissed me, long and thoroughly.

“Get on the bed.”

I nodded against her kiss, breathless, and she released me.

For the brief moments it took me to walk to her bed, the absence of her touch felt stark against the fire that had just consumed me. I paused by the edge, not wanting to get the blood that was smeared across my chest on it.

A drawer closed behind me, and I turned to see Theo pulling a buckle tight around her hips, a smirk on her lips.

“You think you can handle me? I’m going to fucking ruin you. Take your clothes off and get on the god-damned bed.”

I was trying to hide that my thighs had involuntarily pressed together, a warmth starting low in my belly as she clipped the toy into the front of the strap. I held her gaze as I stripped and settled myself in the middle of the bed, leaning back on my hands with more than a little satisfaction when her eyes dipped to my breasts, lingering on the piercings. I ran my fingertips over one, and it tightened around the metal bar, the new piercingstill sensitive, then slid my hand down my body, the ache near unbearable, even after one orgasm.

“Did I say you could touch yourself again?” Theo warned, kneeling between my thighs and slapping my hand away. “The next orgasm you have is mine.”

“It will be mine if you don’t hu—” I trailed off as Theo grasped her T-shirt and pulled it over her head in one fluid movement.

She had multiple scars scattered over her body, each one a burning question that I had been dying to ask since I had bathed her blood-drenched skin days ago. I was desperate to know the story behind each one—there was a jagged mark across her shoulder that disappeared into her armpit, and another that looked like it had been stitched across her stomach.

I yelped as she grasped my ankle and yanked me toward her, the sheets sliding with me.

“So impatient,” she crooned as she leaned down, her teeth closing around my nipple in a brief nip. “Maybe you should keep talking and see what happens.”

Her body was warm against my thighs as she knelt between them, her nose running between my breasts as she moved to the other nipple and gave it the same treatment.

“I’m all out of free nipples if you plan on more piercings,” I gasped as her teeth nipped me a second time.

She chuckled softly, and I jumped as her hand slipped between my thighs.

“Your clit is still free.” Her finger slid through the mess she had made of me as she spoke, letting out a low sound as she felt how aroused I was.

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