Page 41 of Burning Souls

“You drive me crazy. I want to taste all of you,” he growls between my lips, sending the feeling of hate and anger through my body.

Everything about Jessie is wrong. He's ten years older, yet I can't get over him. I hate him but I want his mouth on my pussy any time I can. Though I don't want to admit how muchhe bothers me, this man's ego is already big enough that I don't need to add to it.

“There is something I want you to do. Can you be a good girl for me?” His voice is low as he asks.

I’m hesitant to answer, but no matter what I say, I will do what he wants even if it isn't by choice.

“Yes,” I say slowly, and with a shaky breath, my eyes move up to Jessie. His eyes narrow, overcast with a sense of danger. Something I have never seen before my body tense at the thought of what he was going to do, sending a throbbing sensation right to my pussy, a wet patch forming on my knickers.

“Are you scared, Angel? Knowing there’s no one to save you?” He creeps, standing behind me. I can feel him smile, the one I want to hate, but all I can do is inhale deeply through my nose and take it all in, nearly slipping a moan out.

“No one but the two of us. I have a lot planned for you.” He’s behind me, nearly inches away. A hand wraps around my chin, spinning me around, his finger bringing my lip downward.

I’m in the woods all alone with Jessie in a pair of fluffy PJs, my hair soaking wet from my shower, wearing my black boots. I look ridiculous, but all I can focus on is the man behind me taking my throat hostage.

Not long ago, I was sitting on the couch, legs spread, watching him fuck Tobias and watching Sean get himself off.

Now my pussy is aching, I don't know what I want. Do I want him to be on me, or in me, or for him to take complete control?

Something they do is never take complete control. They know what I like and dislike, what I can take and what I can't, and never go beyond that unless I say so.

“I never got my turn with you inside. Now I want it out here.” Any dignity I once had left in me is far away, nowhere to be seen. Not that I have had any for a while.

“What could you possibly want me to do?” I say, lowering my eyes filled with desire.

“I want you to ride this knife handle in the mud.” My eyes shoot open, not ready for what he said. I almost feel shocked but I'm up for it.

“You can’t be serious, it's been raining,” I inform him, but it's no use, he's taking the knife, stabbing the blade into the ground.

I peek at the knife, ready for me to ride the handle.

“Undress or I will do it for you,” he growls, looking at me.

I could argue with him, but it wouldn’t end well. In my defense, I strip off my pants, followed by my top, leaving me naked in the middle of the woods with the one person who could kill me. He has every right to. If we are speaking about being honest, he brought me so I'm his, I'm to do whatever he wants, so at any second, he could turn around and kill me. He could make me do whatever he wants, and I wouldn't have a choice. I'm just thankful that’s never happened, at least not yet.

“Do you think you will be able to ride the handle, take all of it?”

My brain is back to wanting to say anything that's going to piss him off and it's hard. I can't help it. I love to wind people up. It gives me a sense of joy.

“What kind of question even is that? You know I can,” I say proudly. What can I say, I never back down from a challenge.

“A very serious question. Ash, look at me when I tell you this. You will ride the handle until you cum and only then will I let you get off. Are we clear?” He looks at me deep into my blue eyes, just like the sea, I stare back into his hazel eyes, a sparkle shining in them, or the devil. No one knows.

“You look breathtaking. Now do what I say,” he demands, not taking his eye off me, watching my every step. I walk closer still with my boots on but fully naked, the breeze hitting my skin and making me shiver down my spine.

“I want you to slowly hover over where the knife is, but do not try to take it. I need to work you up on that.” Thank God he said that, even though I have had a lot of sex, I'm hoping he brought some sort of lube, or this is going to be more pain than pleasure.

I reach the last step, coming up to the knife. Thankfully, I’m smallish, so hovering over the knife isn't as uncomfortable as anticipated.

“Good girl, now what I want you to do is. Take this lube, and I want you to cover the knife handle in it. Then, put some on two of your fingers and start working it in.”

He passes me the bottle of lube; I open it, letting it drop onto the knife handle, making sure I apply a good amount.

I take two fingers, letting the lube glide over, and place the bottle beside me. I take it to my entrance already wet, I put two fingers inside my cunt, curling my fingers upwards hitting the right spot. I completely forgot my surroundings. I place my fingers in and out, finding it harder each time I finger myself to stay put and not fall into the mud.

“Fuck, you look so good fingering yourself,” he growls, standing and watching. I catch on to the bulge in his pants, and my mouth waters instantly at the sight.

I fight the urge to come right here, right now.

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