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“I knew you were smart,” she says, her red-painted lips curving into a smile. “That’s why you’re so very special.”
She picks up the knife that she placed on the bed and brings the tip to the side of my cock. The muscles in my legs go stiff, and my hands clench the sheets again. I want to look away, to squeeze my eyes shut so that I can pretend that this isn’t happening, but I keep them open and focused. Aunt Rosa likes it when I watch, and when she’s pleased, it doesn’t hurt as much as when she’s not.
The piercing pain brings tears to my eyes, and I rapidly blink them away. I can’t cry right now. Crying shows weakness and is the opposite of what she wants. So, I remember all I’ve learned so far and push through the pain until it’s over.
The cut is small, only half the length of my finger. My eyes track the trail of blood when it slides down my cock, but my view is cut short when her head falls and she licks it away. When she moves her mouth to the head of my cock and looks up at me with her weird icy eyes, I know what she wants.
My fingers grab chunks of her hair on either side of her head, and I force her mouth down, lifting my hips at the same time. Something tight wraps around the head of my cock, and I know she’s swallowing. The humming sound she makes sends vibrations all along my length, and I hate that it feels so good.
“Fuck yes,” I say, my voice small because of my youth. I hate talking like this, but I do it because she wants me to. “Swallow my cock like a good little bitch. Take all of it, you whore.”
I don’t understand why she likes hearing those bad words, but I know she does by the sound she makes in the back of her throat.
A sick feeling forms in my stomach at the same time the weird tingles fill my balls. I know what’s coming next, and I don’t want it to happen. But it always does.
Before it does, though, she slides her mouth off of me, licking her lips and making a popping sound. She comes up my body and throws one of her legs over my waist. It opens the spot between her legs, and she’s so wet down there that some of it is on her thighs. She grabs hold of my cock and makes it stand up. I swallow a bunch of times so I don’t throw up as she puts me inside her. When she goes up and down, I try to make the good feeling go away, but it doesn’t.
My entire body stiffens, all the way from my head down to my toes. It feels like little tongues are licking me all over. It’s so powerful that it kind of scares me each time it happens. Aunt Rosa said when I get older, when I have this feeling, stuff will come out of my cock. It’s called cum and that’s what gets a girl pregnant. I don’t ever want to have kids, so I’ll make sure that stuff never goes in a girl.
Aunt Rosa moans loudly and rocks back and forth and up and down. I lay there, not moving a muscle, and turn my head away from her until she’s finished. Once she is, she gets off of me and lays down beside me.
“I can’t wait for you to start producing cum.” Her hands run up my chest. “I think when that happens, I need to find a pretty little girl for you. Someone for you to practice everything I’ve taught you.”
I don’t say anything. I just lay there feeling my heart pound in my chest and try to catch my breath.
She holds out the knife to me. “It’s your turn.”
I don’t know what’s worse: her cutting me or me being forced to do it to her. Or maybe it’s the taste of the blood that she makes me lick from the wounds.
I get to my knees beside her hip and grab the small knife. It’s the same one we always use. The handle is red and shimmery, kind of like someone put red ink in mercury. I know what mercury is because the tutor who comes in every day just taught me about all the different kinds of metals. The blade of the knife is silver, but it’s the dull kind and doesn’t shine.
“Right here, baby,” Aunt Rosa says. Her fingers go around one of her tits and she lifts it so the underside is showing better. There are already two marks there from when we’ve done this before. Her other tit has several other scars. She also has some on the inside of her thighs, just like I do.
Like I’ve been taught, I bring the tip of the knife to her skin and with hands that I force not to shake, I slide the knife smoothly over her skin.
As blood starts to bead on her peach-colored skin, a thought comes to mind. A dangerous one that could get me in a lot of trouble, but I let it form in my head anyway.
I picture myself taking this knife, and instead of slowly and carefully slicing a small cut over her skin, I lift it up and plunge it down into her chest.
Right where her heart is.
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
HER
Isit with my feet propped up in front of me, crossed at the ankles, and reclining back against the chaise lounge in the library. The book I was reading is laying open on my stomach. Loki is curled against my side, and I absentmindedly run my fingers through his fur. My mind is all over the place, replaying the last twenty-four hours since I was forced to move in here.
“Hello, earth to Savina?”
I bring my attention back to my phone, where my best friend’s concerned face stares back at me. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“Oh.” Something glints in her eyes. “I was just asking how destroyed your cervix is after the multiple poundings it must have taken since yesterday.”
I choke on my spit and nearly fall off my seat at her candid statement. A tear rolls down my cheek after I’ve caught my breath, and I bat it away, glaring at Emersyn and hoping shecannot only see my displeasure but also feel the heat of it through the screen.
“Really, Em?” I ask.
“Well, I mean, he’s always given me big dick energy, so now I’m curious.” The cheeky grin on her face turns upside down. “Please don’t crush my fantasy and tell me he’s a shower and not a grower.”