Page 15 of Beg for It

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

ELI

“Oh, sorry about that, man. Didn’t see you there.”

“You,” he growls.

“Do I know you?” I crush the beer can in my hand and let it drop to the ground, narrowly avoiding his feet.

I probably shouldn’t be poking the bear, but considering the alternative would be stabbing the bear, this seems like a slightly healthier option.

And I really want to stab him. Not only does he treat Blair like trash, but he thinks he can lay a hand on her as well?

Yeah, right. He is lucky I am letting him keep those disgusting fingers right now.

“I’m Riley fucking Manning, and this is my girl.”

He gestures to the space Blair used to be, emphasis on used to because she took off like a rocket the second his attention turned. And because his attention is still on me, he doesn’t even realize he’s pointing at blank space.

“I’m not seeing any girl.”

“What the fuck?” He jerks his head around, searching, but she’s already rounded the corner and is out of view. His jaw clenches as he juts a finger up at me. “You better stay away from Blair.”

“Mm. No. I don’t think I will. In fact, I plan to have her screaming around my cock before the sun rises.”

“What did you just say?”

“I said I’m going to fuck her better than your limp vanilla dick ever did. And when she comes, it’s going to be my name on her lips.”

“Fuck you,” he lets out with a roar. “I’d like to see you come down here and say that shit to my face.”

“Nah, I’m good.”

“Cause you know your pussy ass wouldn’t win?”

Riley has always had more muscle than me.

It’s how he and Brett were always able to fuck me up in high school.

But while I might spend most of my days playing video games, I’ve made the effort over the years to bulk up a bit.

I’m not some punching bag for assholes anymore, and I’m not afraid to use questionable methods to win.

When you bring a knife to fistfight, the odds tend to be a little more in your favor.

But I have Blair to chase down, and that is far more enticing than staying here.

“No, because I have better places to be.” I stand up and dust off my hands. “Have a good nap, man.”

“The fuck are you—” Riley’s words are cut off as a baseball bat slams into the back of his head with a sickening crunch, sending him crumpling to the ground.

“I told him to take a nap, not go see the fucking reaper.”

Bash lifts the bat to rest on his shoulder. “He’s fine. I didn’t even hit him that hard.”

Felix crouches down, hovering two fingers in front of Riley’s nose for a few seconds. “Yeah, he’s breathing. Gonna have a wicked headache, though.”

These two fuckers showed up unannounced earlier, cosplaying as me, of all things.

I swear, it’s shit like this that makes me question our friendship.

But I am grateful to have them here, even though it means the likelihood of shit going sideways tonight is a hell of lot higher.

Nothing good ever happens when the three of us are out in regular society.

“Fine. Just move him somewhere Brett won’t find him. I don’t want him bitching and distracting Blair before our game is over.”

“There’s a dumpster round the other side,” Bash suggests as he hands Felix the bat so he can lift Riley’s unresponsive body.

I’m about to suggest they pick somewhere else, but time is ticking, and I don’t want Blair to get too far when I have a punishment to dole out. They’re capable enough of dealing with this on their own.

“Sure, sounds good. I’ll catch you later.”

“Have fun!” Felix calls out as I jog up the roof.

I get to the peak and walk down the center until I reach the front, where a deteriorated weather vane rests. I use the vantage point to scan the entire barnyard, looking for that telltale flash of blonde and blue.

Ah. There she is…perfect.

It doesn’t take me long to close the distance.

Blair sprints down the dirt path, kicking up pieces of hay in her haste. I need to stop her before she gets to the corn maze. I want to save that area for the real chase.

I pick up the pace, pounding after her.

She must hear me coming because she glances over her shoulder. Noob mistake. Doing shit like that costs precious seconds, the exact number I need to reach forward and hook my arm around her waist.

She lets out a screech and lashes out, forcing us to go tumbling down.

I roll on top of her, pinning her hips as I straddle her waist. I clamp my hand over her mouth and look into those frantic hazel eyes.

She attempts to buck me off, but all it does is grind her damp pussy on my cock.

It gets me even more riled up after the high of the chase.

“I thought we went over this, Blair. I don’t like it when you run away from me.”

She tries to mumble something, so I peel my hand away, resting my forearm beside her head.

“You know very well I wasn’t running from you.”

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. She rocks 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.”

“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 with little 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.”