Page 38 of Beg for It
The sass in her tone has me chuckling. Blair is always so composed, so careful with her words around everyone. I love that I get to see her hidden side, the raw and real woman trapped beneath the surface.
“True, but you broke a rule and that means punishment.”
“But running away wasn’t a rule.”
“No, but letting another man touch you was.”
Her mouth pops open in disbelief. “That’s not fair. I couldn’t do anything about that. You saw him. Riley is way bigger than me.”
“A rule is a rule.” I whip out the balisong and flick it around my hand.
“Wait, wait.” She pales, blood draining from her face. “You didn’t really take his fingers, did you?”
“And if I did?” I say, tilting my head to the side. “You can’t tell me you’d feel sorry for the guy.”
“You can’t just go around mutilating people—”
I press the blade to her neck, resting it just below her jugular.
“I think you’d be surprised, Blair, just how much I can get away with.”
She squirms beneath me, but it’s not the same thrashing from earlier. No, she squirms like she is trying to press her thighs together and subtly rub her clit on my cock. I hold her life in my hands, and she’s not seeking escape…she’s seeking relief. The precipice of pain turns her on, turns me on.
Blair’s a little fucked up, just like me.
I reposition us so my hips are no longer pining her down but are instead nestled between her spread legs and hot core; the tiny scrap of underwear she’s wearing does little to hide the wanton truth. I press the tip of the blade into her skin, nicking the surface as I roll my hips against hers. We both let out matching groans. I watch as blood begins to pool from the cut. I angle the knife deeper while grinding my hips harder, my dick rubbing against that sweet spot. Red liquid starts to drip down her pale neck, and the sight sends me into a fever.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuuuck.
Blair hooks her ankles around the backs of my thighs. Her pussy presses against my hard cock and she uses her own strength to rock her wetness up and down without a care in the world. “Please,” she begs. “Please.”
She’s using me for her own pleasure, grinding her clit in a desperate chase for release.
But this is my game, and these are my rules. It wouldn’t be a punishment if I give her what she wants. And even though it would take little effort to shove my throbbing cock into that sweet heat, I want to see just how desperate Blair can get.
I lean back on my heels and unbutton my pants, my hard cock springing forward inside my briefs. She lifts her head, watching me through hooded eyes. I shove the skirt of her dress up her hips and trail the blade down the inside of her thighs until I reach the band of her thong. It takes less than a second to slice through the material, exposing that pretty pink pussy.
She’s absolutely glistening, her slick arousal coating her folds. I drag her hips back up until they’re flush with my own, dick rubbing against her cunt, soaking the thin fabric of my briefs with her wetness.
Blair lets out a desperate moan, her thighs tightening around my waist, ankles crossing, and back arching off the ground. Sherocks her pussy against my length, sliding it up and down her slit.
“Please,” she begs. “Please, Phantom.”
“You want me to fill this greedy pussy?”
“Yes,” she hisses.
“You want me to fuck it raw?”
“I-I do.”
I continue rubbing my cock against her starved pussy. I’m so hard, my dick is pulsing in painful bursts, aching for relief. I just know I’m leaking all over my briefs, and at this rate, I’ll probably come without ever being inside her.
Her eyes are squeezed shut, head tossed back as she digs the heels of her feet into my ass. Her chest rises and falls with heavy breaths; her plush lips form an oval shape as she pants. Blair is so distracted by her desire that she doesn’t see me grab the balisong with my right hand.
I bring my left hand between us, rubbing her sensitive clit with my thumb. The gasp she makes borders on a scream.
“Please, Phantom. More. I need more.”
