Page 162 of Saints and Sinners

“Wow, Kitty Cat. You're fucking soaked, and I've barely touched you.” He slaps my pussy from behind, making me go up on my toes. Doing it a few more times, the room fills with wet, sloppy noises with each contact.

I moan and hang my head.

He leaves me to move around the room. Oakley is up to something; he's always up to something. When the blindfold is yanked from my head, I blink in the low-lit room before my eyes focus on him. He's smirking as he stands beside a camera on a tripod.

“The others will watch,” he moves to stand outside my vision, “They will witness me taking whatever I want from you, Kitty Cat. They will see me use a new toy on you; yes, there is more than one surprise for you.”

He leans over my back, his thick, bulging package rubbing against my sensitive pussy. He reaches underneath me and pinches my nipples, pulling them down as far as he can and moving his hands, yanking them back and forth. Slapping them a few times afterward, he straightens up, and that’s when I hear the sound of a cap popping open.

The cold drizzle of lube reaches my crack, and he works it all around and into my back hole. Another moan escapes me as he sinks his finger into my ass and starts fucking it. He adds a second and then a third. The squishing sound of the lube would sound disgusting to some, but for me, it's music to my ears.

“Have you ever had an anal hook in your ass, Kitty Cat?” Oakley caresses my back.

I freeze. A what? I shake my head vigorously.

“Well, you will soon find out...”

I shake my head no again.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Again, I shake my head. I stand my ground on this one, and surprisingly, he sighs.

“Fine, but I'm getting you some reading material, and some porn, so you can see how it's done because I'm dying to see this ass hooked.” He slaps my ass cheek, and then I hear more chains moving away.

Something sharp runs down the center of my back, scraping the skin down the center. Once again, I freeze, but only because I know Oakley holds a knife in his hand. What else can it be?

“I want something from you, Kitty Cat,” he brings the knife's point down to my ass cheek, “I need my own mark on you. Will you let me do this one thing, baby?”

I think about what he's saying. He wants to carve me up just like Brett did. Only, he's not doing it out of evilness, and he's asking my permission. How can I deny him this? He's come a long way since we started. In the beginning, Oakley would have just done it. Now, he's asking, so I slowly nod.

“That's my good girl,” he says, and I hear his zipper coming down and more rustling of clothes, “Would you like my cock, Kitty Cat?”

I nod happily, and he sinks into me.

“Fuck, you feel so damn good,” he pumps into me slower than usual, but I figure out why when a sharp stabbing pain starts at the center of my ass cheek.

I moan when I feel wetness dribble down my cheek. It only stings for a few minutes until he's done carving me. He pulls out and massages the area he's just sliced up. It hurts, but it's not unbearable, and it only feeds into the pleasure he's creating deep within.

“Fucking gorgeous...”

Suddenly, something hard and unforgiving is being pushed inside; it's like it's ribbed for my pleasure. The thrusting starts off slow, and the more I moan and try pushing back on it, the faster Oakley fucks me with it.

The knife handle is long and thick, and Oakley is fucking me with every inch of it, “You've missed this, haven't you, Kitty Cat? Being fucked by all sorts of handles.”

He pushes the knife in and leaves it there as he walks around and grabs my hair, “Clench that cunt around the knife so it doesn't slip out as I fuck this pretty mouth of yours.”

Oakley pushes his length through the hole of the gag, hitting the back of my throat and groaning. He begins fucking me hard as I clench around the knife, not wanting it to fall out. I realize his hands are full of my blood, smearing it all over my face, and it only turns me on more.

“You're a fucking mess, Kitty Cat...I love it!” He starts driving into my mouth, and he pulls out when he's about to come.

Hot jets of cum spray my face, dirtying it so he can talk about how filthy I am. And I am...I'm so fucking filthy. He smears it all over my face, mixing it with the blood left behind from his hands. He leaves me like this to walk back around and continues to fuck me with his knife. Only this time, he shoves his fingers into my ass again and fucks that too.

“You will soak this handle, Kitty Cat, and then you'll clean it off and thank me for giving you such an amazing experience.”

He doesn't have to tell me to come because I'm already there. I cry out through the gag and push back repeatedly, “MMPH!!”

“Hell yes...give it to me, Kitty Cat,” Oakley sings in excitement.

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