Page 16 of 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.

So…why can I feel myself getting wetter? Why does my core clench as he strokes the cold metal up and down my pussy? Why am I tempted to let him go further?

Phantom is twisted, but maybe so am I.

“Please.” The words are a hushed whine as they pass my lips. “Please fuck me with your knife. Please, I’ll do anything, just make the ache go away.”

He hadn’t let me come earlier, and all this edging has my nerves on the fritz. I am in a constant state of steady arousal, the wave of my orgasm swirling around me like a whirlpool just waiting to suck me in.

“Sorry, I missed that,” he taunts. “Can you speak up?”

He has the audacity to rub my sensitive clit, and the jolt of electricity it creates has my body spasming again. I let out a desperate cry. “Please. For the love of God, just put it in me.”

I can’t see his expression with the mask on, but I can see the sick, fervent look that clouds his eyes as he plunges the blade into my pussy without further delay.

A strangled moan pulls from my throat at the relief, my needy pussy clenching around the metal.

It’s not as thick or filling as I know his cock would be, but it satisfies for now.

He is relentless, inserting the handle right to the hilt, toying dangerously with the bottom of the sharp blade.

The knowledge gives me a sick thrill, warmth curling around my core.

The quick and deep thrusts have my eyes rolling back in my head.

“Look at you, such a fucking natural. Your cunt is swallowing the handle like the greedy thing she is.”

Oh, God. His foul words are like honey pouring over my skin.

With each plunge of the knife, I feel pieces of myself fade away. All the carefully crafted walls I’ve built are crashing down, one thrust at a time. Breathy moans flow from my lips like a prayer as I become totally lost to his ministrations.

This man is pulling out the version of me I’ve kept locked away, the one who doesn’t want to be treated like glass but fucked like a secret whore. I forget all the things I’m supposed to be and just let myself be.

“You are so fucking wet and so fucking hot,” he growls.

His thumb moves to rub my clit in fast, steady circles, winding the bud tighter and tighter, the pressure inside me rising higher and higher. Strangled sobs get caught in my throat as the waves continue to crash within me.

Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, the flood gates open with a gush.

“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it. Fucking drench me.”

He rubs my clit even faster now, and I just keep gushing and gushing. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. And just when I think it’s over, when it seems there’s no water left in the reservoir, he slaps my pussy causing a bolt to run right through me, sparking my arousal all over again.

“Wait, wait. I can’t,” I beg, the sensations becoming too much. My pussy is like a damn live wire, and each touch has me jerking as my sensitive nerves bundle together all over again.

“Oh, you can, and you will. This pretty little pussy is going to come all around this knife, and I’m going to lick it clean.”

He is relentless, and the visual he speaks of has my brain going numb. Desperate cries rip from my body as I become a sobbing mess to the sensations pounding my pussy.

I can’t last much longer.

I’m going to die.

My pussy is too spent, too raw, too…fuuuuuck. He slaps my clit again, the harsh sting pushing me close to the edge. I don’t get how I got here again so soon, but I know at this moment that he was right and the fall is inevitable.

“Fuck, Blair, you’re going to make me come just watching you,” he grunts out.

“Oh, God,” I plead. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”

The world turns to a hum as I practically black out, my orgasm crashing through me like a wrecking ball. Straight dopamine courses through my veins, and I go drunk as the euphoria takes over my bloodstream.

“Shit,” Phantom groans.

I don’t have enough energy left in me to prop myself up, but I do manage to brace an arm behind my head so I can watch as he becomes completely undone.

He releases his hold on the blade, blood coating his palm from a deep cut.

It doesn’t seem to bother him as he pulls his thick cock from his black briefs.

The head is throbbing, cum weeping from the slit.

A mixture of his blood and my cum coats the shaft as he squeezes from base to tip, adding his own release to the blend.

A strangled “fuuuuck” is all the warning I get before he finds his release.

White hot cum coats my pussy, adding to the mess I already am.

It really shouldn’t be turning me on when I’m as limp as a damn rag doll…

but here I am, biting my lip and acknowledging that I definitely am ten shades of fucked up.

He pulls out the blade, and I whimper at the loss, my pussy now hollow. He lifts the bottom of his balaclava, affording me the perfect view as he holds the butterfly knife sideways and swipes the handle across his tongue.

This man is going to kill me, mind, body, and pussy.

Once it’s licked clean, I get the gift of seeing a satisfactory smirk cross his lips before he pulls the mask back down and returns the blade to his pocket. I am desperate, greedy, for any morsal he gives me.

He rakes his gaze over my body as he tucks his dick back in his briefs and zips up his cargo pants. “Your pussy looks like a fucking masterpiece.”

“Yeah?” My voice is dreamy, the post-orgasm haze still flowing through my consciousness.

“Yeah, which is why you better not clean it up.” He scoops one arm under my knees and the other behind my shoulders, swiftly lifting me off the ground before standing up. “I want you to walk around with my blood and cum coating your thighs so you remember that you’re mine.”

“I’m yours.”

His steps falter slightly, and when he looks down at me it’s not with the heated, twisted gaze he’s been giving me all night.

There’s a spark of vulnerable shock followed by a swirl of softness, as though he never really believed I’d say those words.

And it’s something about that look, that little window into his soul, that pricks the back of my mind, poking me like there’s something I’m supposed to see under the surface but can’t quite dig out.

He clears his throat and darts his gaze ahead.

“That’s right. And remember, next time someone touches you, I won’t be so merciful.”