Page 209 of Love Me in the Dark
Chiara had told me to let go and embrace what the night held for me. That was what I was going to do. Maybe it was because I hadn't been fucked the way I'd like in a while. Maybe it was because I was turned on at the prospects of being used and tainted by a mysterious stranger, knowing I couldn't see him.
He pinched my clit, and cupped my pussy, sucking on my ear while his lips trailed downwards until they wrapped around a nipple and bit it so hard.
“Fuck.” I cussed, panting.
He rolled a nipple between his fingers, sucking on the other one. “You are so fucking beautiful.” He murmured against my breasts.
My cunt was throbbing, and my breathing felt on edge. Every inch of my body burned to be taken, to be claimed and used in ways I didn't think was possible until tonight.
I wasn't a good girl. I didn't want to be treated like one.
“Please…” I whimpered.
“Please, what?” he teased me.
“You know what I want…”
*No, I don't. I want you to beg for it.”
He pinched my clit, and I could feel my eyes roll back in their sockets.
“Please…I want you to fuck me.” I whimpered.
“There's a good girl.” He chuckled, kissing my neck.
“Now, why don't you spread your legs and let me treat you like the good little slut you are.”
My head was light,throbbing a little but my raging heartbeat overshadowed it. My stomach twisted into knots, a dark thrill coursing through my veins at the thought of being taken.
The darkness that surrounded me made his predatory presence more exciting. I could feel him—his hitching breath against my skin, his raging hard on and the warmth his rough, wicked lean fingers provided as they teased my skin.
It was maddening.
“Are you scared?” he nipped my ear.
“Maybe,” I swallowed.
“Good, you should be.”
He retreated a little and a strange object touched my skin. I shuddered, biting down on my lips. My body stiffened and I almost melted into the pillow when I sensed the cold feel of a steel against my body.
“This has to go.” He said with a low grunt, tugging at my dress and a ripping sound filled the air afterwards.
I was a mess of torn silk, trembling legs, parted lips, puckered nipples and a dripping pussy. The cold air hardened my sensitive buds to a stiff peak. I whimpered, arching off the bed when I felt the tip of the steel graze my nipples.
“Mmmhm…”
It wasn't until he teased my throat with the tip of the steel that I connected the dots.
It was a knife.
I had used tons of sex toys on myself on most lonely nights to take the edge off but I had never tried using a knife before. I had only read about gun and knife play in the unhinged books I read whenever I wasn't coordinating a flight.
“Will it hurt?” I asked in a small voice.
“Yes, but you'll love it.”
I turned putty, wiggling desperately for some form of friction. The edge of the knife was blunt but it didn't make it any more stimulating as he dragged it across my skin. I was already messing up the sheets with my arousal when the knife hovered on my sensitive nipples.
