Page 77 of The Invite
My legs fall open even more invitingly.
“That’s it, honey,” praises Augustus with the soft endearment he let slip once before. Unlike then, it’s not a taunt. “Let it in.”
At his dirty words, I clench and hate the emptiness in my sex.
The strokes become longer, rubbing from my entrance to my clit repetitively. He pays extra attention to the bundle of nerves by flicking it with the curved edge. I bite my lip to stifle a moan.
“Let me hear it, Nessa.” Augustus issues a command. A hint of longing in his tone. A desperation in his beautiful eyes.
This isn’t like the other times.
It’s too intimate.
Seductive.
Yet filthier and more illicit.
A visible tremor shakes my arm which is pressing the second knife against Augustus’s throat. Perhaps it’s the security of having a weapon for defense that is making this moment different between us.
It wasn’t an empty promise when he said I’m in control and have all the power.
Something deviant sparks inside me and I press the blade harder against his skin.
Augustus freezes, not missing it.
A slow and dangerous smile curves over his mouth.
“There she is,” he rasps, grounding the knife’s edge a tad harder against my nub. “My fiery little prey.”
A telltale blush spreads over my entire body.
Arching my back, I rub my hard nipples against his solid chest. Keeping my hand against his neck threateningly, I run my free hand along his shoulder and curl around the back of his neck.
At my boldness, the thread on his tight-knit control stretches, and he poises the wooden handle against my hole. I glance down to see him holding the blade between his fingertips to avoid cutting himself.
I gasp loudly when he begins to push without any more foreplay or warning.
“You’re going to take it to the hilt like a dirty little slut, little prey,” he grunts sinisterly. “Then you’re going to ride it until you come. You’re not going to stop and keep giving me one orgasm after another until I decide you’ve had enough.”
My tight hole stretches around the unknown object but Augustus is relentless. I clench involuntarily, trying to keep it out, but I’m so wet that it easily glides in.
It feels uncomfortable at first but not unpleasant. Its size, though small, is bigger than Augustus’s fingers.
“Oh, Christ!” I whimper when Augustus keeps thrusting his hand.
“Just a little more,” he rasps. “You can take it.”
My eyes shut at the strange fullness while my clit begs for friction.
“No. Don’t you dare close your eyes,” he sneers and twists his wrist hard, making me wrench open my eyelids. “Be with me, Nessa. You’re not going to make me miss the heat and shame in your eyes as you submit to my sick craving.”
“Augustus!” I shriek when he withdraws to the tip and shoves it back in.
Slow.
Relentless.
Deep.
