Page 16 of Arseni

My boxers feel so tight, they make my teeth grit, but instead of freeing myself, I just rub harder, faster.I lick between her legs, but all I taste is the material of her shorts, and it just isn’t good enough.

I run my tongue along her thigh, my hand snaking its way inside her shorts until I feel the warmth of her cunt.With the first thrust of my finger, I finally push my luck.

I feel it the moment she gains consciousness.Her body tenses.Her breathing stops.

A high-pitched squeal that I think is actually a gasp fills the room as she jerks her knees up to get away, but she’s trapped when I grip her thighs and squeeze.

“Help!”she screeches, trying to break free of me “Hel?—”

I clamp a hand over Margot’s mouth and slide up her body, my throbbing cock pressing between her thighs.It’s eager, so eager I’m not even disappointed that she’s awake.

I rip my knife from my back pocket and shove her head back so her neck is exposed.She screams into my palm while uselessly writhing, and it isn’t until I flick the blade open and press it to her throat that her movements ease.

She takes hurried, panicked breaths in through her nose, so fast, her tits jiggle.I latch onto one of the buds again and suck while her whimper vibrates my hand.She sounds sweet somehow.Innocent.Not at all like a woman who was once my superior.

She bucks when I move to the other nipple, her hips knocking against me, riling me up even more.

I knew I’d want her.I did.And I knew I’d fuck her.

But I did not know what these hips pressed against my cock would feel like.I didn’t know the buzz that would run up my spine.If I had, I would’ve fucked her a long time ago.

Ripping my mouth from her tit, I remove the knife and flip her over.She barely gets out a scream before I shove her face into the pillow and shift onto my knees, my cock pressing against her ass.Her hands grasp at the sheets, her legs trying to kick under my weight.

“You’re sexy when you struggle,” I say, running a palm down her back before slapping her ass.She freezes for a moment before continuing her cries.

“You didn’t think I’d forgotten about you, did you?”I run my hand beneath her hips and lift so she struggles onto her knees, her thighs spreading nicely with my assistance.“You didn’t do what I asked.”

She yells her needy reply into the pillow, probably telling me how hard she tried.How little she is to blame.I wonder if she thinks it matters.

Her pleas cease when I press the blade to her silk-clothed cunt.I don’t insert it, but I’m certain she feels its sharp tip at her entrance.“Do you remember what I said I’d do if you didn’t convince your buddy to change his mind?”

She trembles but keeps quiet.Like she thinks if she’s a good girl she can escape my wrath.She’s lucky she’s right.She’sreallyfucking lucky.My desire for her pussy is the only thing keeping me from shredding it.

“I’m going to take my hand off your head now, but you’re not going to scream.If you do, I’ll fuck you with this blade and use your blood as lube for my cock.Understood?”

Her trembling intensifies, but she doesn’t otherwise respond.

I press her face more firmly into the pillow.“Huh?”

She whimpers and tries to nod beneath my hand.After a few moments, I pull it away.

Her head turns to the side carefully, like she’s trying to avoid her shifting hips putting any more pressure on the knife.

“Please,” she says, her voice a soft whisper.Careful,socareful.It’s sweet.“Please don’t do this.”

“I told you I’d hurt you, Margot.Do you think I’m a liar?”

“No,” she cries.“B-but I spoke to Henry.He said he’d take care of it.”

“Well, he didtake careof it.”I slowly pull the blade away so I can palm her ass without risk of blood ruining the delicious taste of her pussy.“But not in a way that gets you off the hook.”

She sobs while reaching for something off the bed.When she gets a drawer open, I laugh.“Getting the condoms for me, baby?”I snake my hand inside her shorts and stab a finger inside her.She’s slick, but she was much more into this in her sleep.“We certainly don’t need any lube.”

“I-I have money,” she says, her hand fumbling for what I’m guessing is a stash of cash.I peek inside the shadowed drawer but see nothing.

“Ten thousand dollars,” she says, straining.“It’s yours.Just please?—”

I jerk her hips into me, shifting her down the bed until she quits her struggles with the drawer.She yelps when I tear at her shorts with the knife, slicing the crotch out of the silk.

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