Page 134 of Intense
My thighs are trembling as I watch the sharp edge trace the curve of my hipbone. He doesn’t cut, not yet.
He’s waiting.
Watching my pulse, which is climbing by the second.
And when the moment’s right, he presses the tip into my thigh. A small, controlled cut. A droplet of blood wells up, and I moan, because somehow, the pain only makes the pleasure spike.
He leans in and licks it up, his grey eyes never leaving mine. My body shakes around him.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. “Bleed for me, wife.”
I’m wrecked. Completely. The sound of the monitor echoing my body’s betrayal, rising higher with every movement of his hand, every kiss, every cut.
“Say it,” he demands, leaning over me, pressing his palm flat to my heart.
“Say you missed me.”
“I did,” I gasp, on the edge, legs shaking. “I missed you.”
Pain sears through me as he makes a larger cut on my hip. The monitor is screaming. Yet I’m feeling on top of the world. Alive and on fire.
“Atta girl. I fuckin’ knew it. And I missed you too.”
And only then, only when I’m right at the edge, held open for him, dripping, marked as his, does he push his pants down, freeing his huge cock.
“Oh shit.” My eyes go wide.
“You weren’t joking. That really is massive,” I pant.
He curls his hand around himself and strokes.
“Hmm, mm. And it’s all yours now, baby. Want a taste?” He bites his bottom lip as I tremble.
I nod.
“Yes, please.”
“Please, what?” he asks, moving towards me.
“Sir?”
He nods.
Now beside my face, he pushes the tip against my lip, and I open wide for him. His hand on the back of my head as he thrusts inside, making me gag.
“Good girl, take it.”
He glances at the heart rate monitor with a grin. I pull on my restraints, desperate to touch him. But it’s clear that isn’t what he wants.
“My filthy girl likes her throat being fucked. Good.”
So he ups the momentum, no restraint, until tears spill from my eyes. The monitor beeping almost becoming a scream.
“Breathe for me, temptress. Breathe. You’re doing a perfect job.”
His words only build the fire inside of me faster. I squeeze my thighs together to stop myself from coming. I know that will get me in trouble. And I’m enjoying the pleasure too much.
When he starts to tense, moans escaping him, he pulls back out of me, and I take a deep breath.
