Page 65 of In The Dark
“You’re going to sit on my face. Right before you come, I’m going to use my knife to fuck you so I can taste you all over the handle. After, you’re going to take every inch of my cock.” He lifts me, moving me involuntarily. “And maybe something in your ass too.”
“I’ve never—” I swallow, pushing up on my knees. “You’ll have to be gentle with me. Please.”
“Gentle? I’m never going to be gentle with you.” Hunter chuckles again and lies on his back. He stabs the knife into the mattress, right by his head, and I jump at the motion. “Don’t drop your hands, Max. If you move or struggle or make this difficult for me, you won’t like what happens next. Better yet—” He grabs part of my discarded underwear and reaches up, shoving the pair in my mouth. “There. Now you’re my little toy.If you need to use your safe word, you tap me three times. Understand?”
Fuck.
I almost come from his words alone, each one punctuated by a slap to my ass, but I nod. Hunter’s arms loop around my thighs. With surprising strength, he lowers me to his face. His tongue licks a hot swipe over my entrance and I squirm, having nowhere to go but lower, sinking further onto his mouth as his tongue parts my pussy lips.
“Did I say hover?” Hunter practically growls, fingers digging into my flesh. I cry out, the sound muffled by the ripped lace in my mouth. “Sit on my fucking face, Max. Suffocate me, angel. I’m not letting you leave here until I taste your come, baby, so you might as well admit you love this as much as I do.”
TWENTY-THREE
HUNTER
I’ve gonethe CNC route in the past. It’s one of my favorite things to do in the bedroom, but doing it with Max is heaven on earth. She struggles above me, trying to fight her way off me, and it’s cute how hard she’s trying. It’s even cuter she thinks I have all the power; one word from her and I’d fold, stopping all of this and pulling her tight to my chest. Making her a cup of tea and rocking her to sleep, dreaming of her as I drifted off too.
Hell.
I’m so turned on. My dick throbs as I lick her, savoring her taste, and I can’t help but moan when she squeezes her legs together, thighs pressing against my ears. I give her a light pinch, wanting her to look at me, and she rocks forward. Her chin dips, gaze meeting mine. I keep my eyes on her, my tongue buried inside her, a silent question behind my attention.
Are you okay, baby?
Max gives me a small nod, the hook of a tiny smile, and I grin with renewed enthusiasm.
“Lift your hips,” I say, holding up three fingers. “Ride my hand, angel. Show me how you’re going to fuck that knife then my cock.”
She tries to groan but it’s muffled. A distracted sound she covers up by lowering herself onto my hand, pussy stretching around me. I reach up, palm wrapping around her neck, and she wiggles, arching her back to get my fingers deeper.
“That’s my girl. Taking my fingers so well.” I kiss her thigh then follow it up with a bite, teeth nipping at her skin. One of my fantasies is marking her body in a dozen different ways so everyone knows I’ve been there; bruises. Hickeys. A hand print on her ass when she misbehaves. “You said you wanted me to stop but look at you. You’re going to come, aren’t you? My beautiful whore can’t resist being filled, can she? God, angel. You’re exquisite to watch.”
Max drops her head back, her pace quickening. I tighten the hand around her neck, watching her nipples harden and her arousal stain my fingers. She’s dripping on my hand, her legs convulsing as I surprise her with a fourth finger, kissing her stomach as her hands slide down the wall.
“Don’t fucking move,” I warn her and she nods, a single tear rolling down her cheek. I wipe it away with my thumb, humming as she lifts her arms again. “There you go, baby. You’re doing so well. Doesn’t this feel good? You’re going to get three orgasms tonight, angel, and after, I want you to thank me for each one.”
She nods and I reward her by playing with her clit, pinching and licking and marveling at how her body reacts to me. Her movements turn frantic, desperate, and I know she’s close. Max lifts her hips, raising herself all the way off my hand before slamming back down on my fingers. She doesn’t stop, her body a coil coming undone, and she tries to let out a scream. Her hands claw at the wall, unable to get any traction, riding the wave of pleasure that slams into her with full force.
I told her I wasn’t going to be gentle, and I’m not. I don’t let her recover, wrenching the knife out of the mattress and holdingit up so she can see. Her eyes widen and she shakes her head, a plea behind her eyes.
“Is there something you want to say to me?” I tap her chin, proud when she opens her mouth. I take the underwear and trace her lips with the wet lace. “You know what my answer is going to be.”
“Please don’t. I can’t—it’s going to hurt and?—”
“I’m not hearing any safe words. What Iamhearing is a lot of begging. Do not let your hips drop, Max.” I scoot out from under her and take her arms, bringing her hands to the curve of the headboard. Her body shakes and I kiss her shoulder, moving the hair away from her neck. I sit next to her, using the pre-cum on my cock to wet my length, jerking myself off to the sight of her listening to my every word. “You’re going to do this, and you’re going to like it, angel. You’ve been asking for it, and it’s too late to take it back. Don’t pretend like you haven’t wanted this.”
“I have,” she whispers. “Since the moment I first saw you.”
I almost come all over my hand. It’s nearly impossible to focus, but I do, not wanting to end up with an injury. My thumb and index finger form a pinch grip, grasping the handle just above the blade. I spin the weapon in my hold, the handle upright and rubbing against her clit. She’s still wet, and I know this is going to slide into her with ease.
“Ready for round two, baby?” I ask, giving her the reins. She’s in charge now, and when she nods, I smile. “Legs open a little wider for me. That’s it.Fuck, Max. You’re perfect.”
I don’t want to hurt her, but I don’t want to give her time to understand what I’m putting inside her. I keep two fingers on her clit and press the bottom of the handle against her entrance, taking her nipple between my teeth to distract her from the unusual intrusion.
The first part of the knife disappears in her pussy, and her startled moan echoes around us. A couple quick rubs of her clithelp to relax her, body melting with every inch I force inside her. She yells when I guide her all the way to the blade, her breath catching.
“I’m sorry.” Max bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. “You might need to gag me again. This—ah.” She rolls her hips, chasing another high. “It feels better than anything I could’ve ever imagined.”
“Scream, baby. This is just like that dream of yours, right? Where everyone watches you. Perfect Max,” I murmur. “Putting on a show.”
