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“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Please, what?”
“F-fuck me. Please. I…God, I need to come.”
I pull back a little, but instead of taking out my cock, I flip the balisong in my grip and press the handle end against her pussy. The blade cuts into my palm, the stinging pain causing my balls to tighten.
I’m not even half an inch in before her cunt clamps up and her eyes pop wide, peering up at me from the ground with confusion.
“What is…” She trails off when she spots the blade in my hand that’s resting against her soft entrance. “Are you insane?”
She attempts to pull her hips away, but I grip the soft flesh of her thigh with my free hand, nails digging into her skin withlittle mercy. Her nose twitches at the pain, and it halts her escape.
“I thought you wanted me to fill you up?” I taunt.
“With your dick, not that!”
“You don’t have the privilege of choosing. You haven’t earned this cock.” I pull the handle the half inch back out, watching as her body betrays her and a glint of disappointment sweeps over her face. “You think just because you spread your legs and say please that I’m going to give it to you?”
“I…”
“I own this pussy until the sun comes up, so you’ll take what I give and say thank you like the good fucking girl you are.”
I glide the handle up her slick folds. Her thighs spasm as I flick it over her sensitive hood, her clit throbbing for more as her hips lift a fraction. She lets out a moan, and her hand flies to her face, clamping over her mouth.
“You’re such a dirty little liar,” I smirk. “You want this.” I stroke the blade up and down her slit. “Just admit it.”
“No, I—ungh,” she cuts herself off with a moan as I dip the handle back in. She trembles below me, her body so haywire that her arousal is fighting for escape despite her attempts at protest.
“Blaiiir,” I taunt while using shallow thrusts to barely tease the entrance of her cunt.
“Fine! Fine. Okay,” she cries out. “I want it. Happy?”
“No. I want to hear you beg, Blair. Beg for me to fuck you with this knife, and maybe I’ll be nice enough to let you come.”
I see the war battling in her gaze as she bites her lower lip. I let out a dark chuckle, rubbing the butt of the handle against her clit with slow, hard purpose.
“Beg for it.”
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
BLAIR
Ihave to be ten shades of fucked up.
There is no other explanation for what I am about to do.
My pussy is wound so tight, it feels like it is on the brink of bursting into flames, but Phantom keeps teasing me only enough to stoke the embers. He is playing with me, manipulating my body to his will so I am nothing more than a quivering mess.
It’s sick.
It’s hot.
I’m confused.
He wants to fuck me with a knife. That’s absolutely insane. Right? This is the kind of thing that only happens in books or movies, not real life.
