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“Swallow,” he whispered, gripping my lower lip with his teeth, tugging it playfully. “Be a good girl and swallow; I’ll reward you.”
I closed my mouth and swallowed, the act filthy and titillating all at once.
His grin was feral and unhinged, and he crashed his mouth against mine, pushing his tongue into my mouth. He coaxed my tongue into his, where he bit it and swirled his tongue around the tip. I moaned in his mouth, unable to help myself. My head spun. No one had ever kissed me like this, not even close.
Enzo picked me up in his arms, tossed me to my bed, and placed me by the headboard as he tugged on something. I felt him wrap something—ropes?—around my wrists, securing me tightly to my headboard.
I could barely process this as he tugged my dress pants and panties down, exposing my drenched pussy. I whimpered, tugging on the ropes as he unbuttoned my suit jacket and dress shirt, exposing my breasts to him. I didn’t bother wearing a bra since my breasts were small enough to get away with it.
“Look at my little lawyer, all bare just for me,” he murmured, brandishing a knife.
“Don’t!” I gasped, flinching as he raised it to my throat.
“Don’t what, baby?” he rasped, dragging the blade across my collarbone. “I said I’d reward you, and I meant it.”
“Are you going to hurt me, Enzo?” I whined.
He smirked. “I am, baby, but you’ll learn to love it, evenbegfor it.”
Before I could protest, his knife slid down my chest to my breasts, circling my hardening nipples. My breath caught in my throat as he nicked them, dragging them into his mouth as he took long, deep pulls. I moaned, arching my back to give him better access as he tongued the sensitive nubs, my pussy clenching for more.
The knife pressed against my belly as he loomed over me, his other hand gripping my jaw, forcing my eyes on his. "Should I slice you open, baby?" he taunted, his thumb smearing blood across my lips. "Or should I fuck you first?"
Coldness seized in my chest, but fear wasn't what made my thighs clench.
He tilted his head to the side, studying me, reading every reaction like I was a puzzle he pieced together. "You like this, don't you?" The blade trailed up, pressing between my breasts over the rapid beat of my heart. "You like knowing I could end you right here."
My breath came in shallow, harsh pants. "I hate you."
He grinned. "Hate me harder, baby." The knife slid lower, down my legs, up my inner thighs, and between my legs as I gasped. "That's it," he whispered, licking the blood from my throat before biting down. I stiffened, whimpering as he flipped it, pressing the handle against my entrance. "Now scream for me."
Then he plunged it inside me, and my eyes crossed.
“Fuck,” he groaned, lifting my hips so he could see his knife disappear inside me. He locked eyes with me as he lowered himself down my body,his lips found my clit, and he sucked it into his mouth.
“Enzo!” I shouted, my hips bucking as he grinned, nipping at my clit as he thrust the knife handle deeper inside me, positioning it until the thrusts had my knees wobbling and my breath gasping.
“That’s right, baby, say my name,” he murmured between licks. “Say my name as you come all over this knife like a good girl.”
He thrust the knife faster, and he sucked my clit deeper in his mouth, his tongue rubbing mind-numbing circles around the tip. I felt like he was pulling my soul from me through my clit, and it felt amazing.
I screamed as white-hot pleasure surged through me, my pussy clenching, clit throbbing in his mouth as I shuddered, washed up by the most blinding, powerful orgasm I ever had. “Enzo, Enzo, Enzo,” I moaned, unable to stop.
“Mmm, you’re delicious, baby,” he groaned, waiting until I went still before he dragged his knife from my cunt. “You made a mess, my little lawyer. You need to clean it up.”
He shoved the handle in my mouth, and I wrapped my tongue around it, sucking my juices dryfrom the handle as I held eye contact with him, my clit pulsing for more.
He chuckled, pulling the knife from my mouth as he shoved his fingers inside me, making me squeal from the intrusion.
“Now come all over my fingers,” he demanded, pressing the blade of the knife against my clit. The shock of the cold steel pressing against my over-sensitive bud made me scream, and he curled his fingers just right, raking against my G-spot.
I rocked my hips against his rhythm, exploding all over him, my wetness seeping down his hand as I shrieked, writhing and trembling as he wrung every jolt of pleasure out of me. He drew out my orgasm, not slowing or stopping until I went slack.
I could feel tears running down my face, and I could only imagine how I looked with my makeup smeared.
“You’re a mess, darling,” he murmured. “A beautiful mess, just for me.”
I hummed, unable to form coherent words as he loosened the ropes around my wrists. I collapsed on my bed, breathing hard as he loomed over me, pressing his hips against me so I could feel how affected he was by what he’d justdone to me.