Page 20 of Shades of Red

Without waiting for her to back out, I press the tip of the bladeinto her nipple until a small bead of blood forms on her pale skin. She gasps, but there’s no fear on her face. She doesn’t pull away. In fact, she pushes her chest up, offering her breasts to my blade. The submission of the act has my cock raging in my pants, begging for another release. Only this time, I’ll cum deep inside her, stuffing her full just like she deserves.

I drag the tip of the knife over her skin until I reach her other nipple. I don’t give her a moment to tense before cutting into her. The small stream of red drips down her pale skin. Unable to resist, I move to the side of the table and bend down to take her nipple into my mouth. I suck the tender flesh against my teeth, savoring the taste of her as she bleeds for me. Berries and cream, just as sweet as I thought it would be. And I want more.

Situating myself between her spread thighs, I press the knife to her sternum and slowly drag it down her body—across her abdomen, through the divot of her belly button, over her pubic bone. I’m not applying enough pressure to split her open, just enough to etch a thin pink line into her skin.

She squirms when I continue to slide the blade through her folds, careful not to nick her. I just want to hear as panic courses through her blood and makes her heart pound harder. “Don’t move,” I order, placing my palm flat over her stomach to ease her wriggling. “I don’t want to cut you.” I realize how unbelievable that sounds after having already cut her twice, but I’ve no desire to ruin her pussy. Yet.

When I pull the knife away, it’s coated with the slickness of her arousal. “Looks like the little slut is enjoying her torture,” I say as I move the knife to her mouth. “Stick out your tongue,” I demand. “I want you to taste how much you love this.” She obeys, flicking her long, pink tongue out. I run the flat edge of the blade over her tongue, letting her taste herself.

And then I twist the knife and nick the very tip of her tongue. Shewinces as blood wells, but she keeps her tongue out, offering herself to me. Growling, I throw myself on top of her and suck her tongue into my mouth, kissing her deeply as I drink her in.Fuck, she tastes so good I just want to devour her until there’s nothing left. I fist my hand in her hair and twist her head to the side. “I need to be inside you,” I whisper harshly against her ear. She nods as much as she can with her hair in my grasp. “Say it,” I bite out.

“Please fill me,” she pleads, her blue eyes dazed.

A smile of pure malice stretches across my bright white teeth. “Good, but not specific enough,” I warn moments before flipping the blade in my hand and slamming the hilt into Aurélie’s spread open pussy. She screams at the contact, the hard steel colder than what she had been expecting to slide into her entrance. “Isthishow you want to be filled?” I taunt, pulling the handle of the knife all the way out before jamming it back in. “Do you want to take my chef’s knife up your cunt and fill you full of steel?”

She shakes her head as she whimpers, her legs trembling with the effort of trying to pull her thighs closed. But she can’t. She’s tied and helpless beneath me, and that is exactly how I like her. “Use your words, chérie,” I order, transfixed on the sight of the knife burrowing in her pussy over and over. “What do you want?”

“Please give me your cock,” she begs with a raw voice, like she’s screamed herself hoarse even though I’ve just barely tormented her.

“Still not specific, Aurélie.” I thrust the knife faster as a sign of my impatience. “Wheredo you want my cock? Do you want it in your cunt, your mouth, yourass, maybe?” I slide the knife handle out of her pussy and drag it down between her ass cheeks and circle her puckered rosebud. The steel is so slick with her cum that I could slide right into her back hole, even if she is an anal virgin. “Isthiswhere you want my cock?” I try to press against the tight ring of muscle, but pause when I hear her whimper and feel her body shudder beneath me. “Which holeis it going to be, whore?”

“M-my pussy. Please put your cock in my pussy.”

I look up to see her biting into her bottom lip so hard she’s bleeding. Her hands are down by her hips; she has a death grip on the edges of the table. Her naked body trembles, a mixture of fear and need coursing through her bloodstream. Her eyes are locked on mine, bright blue spheres that beg for destruction. And I’m only too happy to give it to her.

I toss my knife on the table and make quick work of my pants, pulling them low on my hips and setting my aching cock free. She tries to sit up on the table to see what sort of equipment she’s about to be fucked within an inch of her life with, but I press my hand against her chest and force her back on the table. “Stay down.”

I drag her ass toward the edge of the table, forcing her knees to bend at an uncomfortable angle with her calves still tied to the table legs. She’s spread wide open, her pussy clenching with the need to be filled as her cum drips down from her hole onto the table. I line myself up with her entrance and slam in all the way to my balls in one harsh thrust. She screams as her body tries to adjust to the sudden assault and the size of my cock. I’m eight inches, so longer than your average dick, but it’s the thickness of my shaft that could kill her. My cock has the girth of a steel pole, and with how hard I am at the moment, it probably feels like I’m fucking her with one.

She whimpers with every thrust, and the helpless sound just makes me want to take her harder. I put all of my weight on her, letting her feel how little power she has as I force her body to submit to me. I catch the glint of my knife on the table and fist it in my hand before bringing it up to her neck. “Can you come like this,chérie?” I ask. “Can you come with my knife to your throat?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Harder.”

Not one to disappoint, I dig my fingers into her hip and fuckher like I hate her—which I might. But at the same time, I want to consume her cum and spit and tears and sweat and blood like she is the most precious and pure creature I’ve ever encountered. I want to drink in her essence like she’s the goddess of life. The feeling of being inside her for the first time fills me with a sort of effervescent warmth that I’ve never experienced before. And I’m almost certain that a small part of my dark heart loves her.

“Mon Dieu,oui,” she moans again as the sharp thrusts of my hips take her right where she needs to be. “Plus, s’il te plait.”

I give her more just like she asks for, the violence of my thrusts causing the knife at her throat to puncture the skin. A small trickle of blood trails down her throat, and I use the edge of the blade to smear it over her creamy skin. I want to lick it up, but right now I want her to come on my cock more. I ram into her so hard that I expect my thighs will be sore after, loving every whimper and cry that leaves her lips. Her back arches off the table, and I know she’s close. Taking my hand from her hip, I slide my fingers through her wet folds and find her swollen clit. I rub firm circles around the nub until Aurélie’s whimpers turn into a scream of pleasure.

“Are you coming on my cock,chérie?” I ask, even though I already have the answer from the way her cunt is clenching my shaft. I just want to hear her say it.

“Yes, yes, yes,” she screams as she continues to ride out her orgasm.

I pin her down beneath me and buck into her like an animal, reaching my peak right alongside her. A guttural groan leaves my throat when I climax, spilling my seed inside of her. I pump into her a few more times, making sure she gets every last drop of me. There’s a faint warning bell sounding in the back of my head—warning me that I shouldn’t be inside her bare, and I definitely shouldn’t becominginside her, but pleasure quickly drowns out reason.

I slide my still hard cock out of her, frowning when I see a smearof blood on my shaft. “Were you a virgin?” I ask in surprise. I had considered the possibility, but I never thought someone inexperienced would take my knife in her cunt and beg me for more.

She laughs, the sound light and musical. It’s the happiest she’s sounded since I met her four weeks ago. “Of course not,” she responds with a teasing smile. “You just managed to fuck a new hole into me.”

My frown deepens. As much as I wanted to hurt her, I hadn’t planned on causing any internal damage. And I’ve certainly never fucked someone so hard that they bled. I can’t stop staring at the stain of red on my skin, and I hate how much I love the sight of it. “I’m sorry,” I respond, the guilt thick in my voice.

She giggles as she sits up on her elbows to look at me. “You’ve chased me in the dark with a knife, strapped me to a table, ruined my clothes, and cut my skin, but you’re sorry for giving me the bestpetite mortof my life?” She shakes her head in disbelief, “You are truly deranged, Grey.”

My lips twist at the accusation. She has no idea. My cock is already throbbing at the thought of wrecking her all over again. I’m half-tempted to try. I’ve already come twice—once in the cream and once when I creamed in her cunt. I could probably manage a third time.

“Well,” she announces brightly, startling me from my fantasies as she sits up on the table. “Since I don’t get to escape therestof tonight’s torture, set me free, and we canattemptto help you make a croquembouche as perfect as mine.”

“Who said I was going to let you go,chérie?” I taunt, leaning over her so that she has to lay back down. “Maybe I’ll just keep you here until morning.”

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