Page 42 of The Blue Rose
“Do you taste that, little lamb?”
“Yes,” she says breathlessly
“Do you know what it is?”
“Yes.”
“Tell me.”
“Blood,” she gasps.
Her answer has me backing up and removing my shirt, dropping it to the ground. “Are you scared?”
“No.”
“Do you want me to keep going?”
“Yes,” she begs, pulling against her restraints as she tries to get closer to me.
I kiss her stomach, sucking the spot just below her belly button as shivers tumble through her.
Bending down, I take the knife and slice a bigger hole into her stockings. My lips kiss her pussy, slipping my tongue through the folds, and lapping at her sensitive bud.
“Fuck. Aster!” She moans.
“Keep moaning my name, little lamb.”
I spread her legs apart, throwing them over my shoulders, gaining easier access to suffocate in her folds.
My breath washing over her, I look up at her, “You taste even sweeter than last time.”
A small smile forms on her lips. “Pineapple,” she says, and I go back to lapping at her clit and drowning in her juices. I always thought the pineapple theory was a myth. Knowing it isn't, I'm going to be stocking up on that fruit.
She writhes above me, legs shaking, close to exploding. I shove two fingers inside her wet opening, she moans even more begging me for my cock. “Please, Aster. I need to feel you inside me. Fuck me.”
Her core clenches around me as she teeters on the edge, about to erupt around my face, which makes me quicken my speed. I lick just below her swollen clit, pressing against her most sensitive spot, pushing her over the edge as she comes all over my face.
She gasps, coming down from her orgasm. I refuse to let her recover, shoving the handle of the knife into her, making her walls clench around it. My hand holds the blade, tightening with each thrust, making blood drip down my arm.
“That isn’t your cock.”
“No, it isn't.” I move the handle slowly in and out of her, rubbing against her sensitive walls.
“What is it?” she says in labored breaths.
“Do you want to see?”
She nods her head, I stand, reaching behind her head with the hand not fucking her with the knife and untie her blindfold,letting it fall to the ground. Her eyes widen at the sight of my hand covered in blood, the knife going lazily in and out of her.
She doesn’t scream. She doesn’t look disgusted.Oh, my naughty little lamb.She looks intrigued by the sight, her arousal heightening as I feel her pussy grip the knife. Most people would be disgusted, or scared by the sight. My little lamb continues to surprise me with how she reacts to the things I do to her.
Watching her eyes darkening, I bring the knife up to my mouth sucking her juices off the handle, trailing my tongue up the blade, licking the blood off, my eyes never straying from hers. The taste of her mixed with my blood is a strange, but delicious mix, that has me moaning my approval. Her eyebrows shoot up, and tongue pokes out, mindlessly licking her bottom lip. “Untie me,” She demands, and I find myself doing as she commands. She grabs my bloodied hand with hers, lowering the knife back down towards her entrance. My hand circles the blade once more, her grip forcing my fingers deeper onto the sharp metal. She watches as the handle penetrates her again. Her eyes flutter, fighting the control of wanting to watch, but the deeper the shaft of the blade pushes inside, the harder it becomes. Her breathing becomes more erratic, her eyes glazing over as she watches my blood drip down my arm.
“Beautiful,” she whispers, her breath fanning over my face. I lose myself in the moment, getting lost in her awe as I continue to push in and out. “Can I try?” Her question has me stopping my movement, looking into her darkened eyes, I hand her the knife, she hisses from the sting of the blade as she grips it, watching the blood spill down her arm. Her eyes never leaving mine, she pumps faster, looking possessed, like she doesn’t even realize what she is doing, and I can’t seem to look away. The little moans she makes, the combination of her cum spilling down the blade, mixing with the blood from her hand, it’s mesmerizing.
She grabs my hand, breaking the spell I was under, placing my hand over hers. “I. Need. More.” She begs, placing her other hand and squeezing it over mine, making more of her blood drip down the knife and splatter on the floor.
I’m so turned on at our blood mixing together, at the darkness I see in her eyes, at the pain she inflicts upon us, my cock weeps for her. Desperate to feel her heat. I stop pumping our hands, she looks at me eyebrows drawn together, “Why did you stop?”
