Page 32 of Beg for It
I slip into the crowd, just another body amid the masses. Blair is lost to the music and probably the two shots of Fireball Michelle poured down her throat.
I’m a few feet away when she spots me. Her movements stutter for a moment before she’s back to her rhythmic swaying, a small smile gracing her face. Shit. I don’t remember the last time she actually smiled at me. Eli Cross is an outcast with fucked-up friends. But Phantom? He is her every desire.
She gives a twirl before leaning down to whisper in Michelle’s ear. She blows her friend a kiss and turns to weave through the sea of grinding bodies. I think she’s coming toward me, but she suddenly twists left at the last moment and cuts horizontally through the crowd, glancing back over her shoulder with a giggle.
Oh, she thinks she’s being cute.
Blair attempts to bait me through the throng of bodies, ducking and weaving unnecessarily. I stalk close behind, not letting a single blonde hair out of sight. She breaks out from the center floor and swings to hide behind one of the wooden poles that holds the roof up.
It’s nearly midnight and the edges of the barn crawl with darkness, the amber floodlights stationed by the entrance not quite reaching over here.
Instead of following Blair’s exact path, I hook right where a few haystacks are stacked up and covered in fake cobwebs. I dig my fingers into the hay and lift myself up until I’m on top. Shuffling to the edge, I have the perfect view of Blair with herback pressed up against the wooden pole, gnawing on her lower lip.
I wait until she peeks around the pole and back at the crowd before I leap down.
I land at her feet with a thud, and she lets out a scream.
It’s a sound that has blood rushing to my hard cock, and when she looks up at me with panic, it just gets me going even more.
“Were you running away from me, Blair?”
“I don’t know what you mean.” She lifts one shoulder in a shrug, puckering her lips.
“Oh really?” I smirk, whipping the balisong back out. Her eyes dart to the blade as I bring it forward to rest under her chin. “Want to try answering that again?”
“I wasn’t running away. I was just playing a game.”
“A game?” I slide the blade down the centerline of her neck and keep going until I meet her cleavage. “What a coincide, I want to play a game, too.” I drag the blade diagonally across the top of her left breast, increasing the pressure ever so slightly so the tip digs into the soft skin. “Here’s mine. How deep do I need to cut before your cunt is dripping wet?”
She inhales sharply as the blade leaves a little pink line.
I wait, seeing if she’ll tell me stop.
Instead, her gaze flicks briefly to the metal, as if she is waiting for me to do it again.
I repeat the motion, pressing a little harder. It’s not enough to really break the skin, but you can see the blood pooling just below the surface as the line turns a pretty red. Her breath hitches as she sucks in through her teeth. She peers up at me, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.
There we go.
I hold her stare, angling the blade a little higher. I’m slower this time as I pull the blade tip across her flesh with purpose, leaving little dots of blood to bubble free.
A quiet moan escapes her lips, and I can’t help the feral grin that spreads across my face.
“You like that, huh? Watching me make you bleed. Watching me make youmine.”
I pick up the blade and reposition it before starting the process again, but in the opposite diagonal this time. Her nose scrunches as the new line crosses over the old, and my dick gets harder with the “yes” that hisses past her lips.
With the third repetition, blood wells up once again, and my dick is practically weeping at the sight. I admire the bright red X I’ve lightly carved into her skin, right above her heart. I didn’t cut deep enough to leave a permanent scar, but the mark will last long enough to remind her of tonight.
Blair’s chest rises with unsteady breathes, pupils blown wide. I snake my free hand between our bodies, using my knee to knock her legs open as I reach between her thighs.
“Let’s see just how much of a little pain slut you are.”
My fingers trace over wet cotton, and her clit twitches at the touch. I’m unable to resist a quick dip into that sweet warmth. Blair lets out a strangled moan, biting her bottom her lip as her pussy clenches.
Fuck. If she feels this good around my fingers, I can’t wait until she takes my cock.
I bring my hand back out, glistening with her arousal, and hold two fingers up to her lips.
