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Story: Red Lace Manor

I took my spit soaked fingers and rubbed them along the plastic handle of the knife.

The dark material glistened in the light of the lamp, but it wasn’t enough.

Instinctively, my hand fell to my side, and I coated my skin in the warm sticky blood.

Once I had enough, I smeared it on the handle and took a moment to admire my handy work.

Yeah, that should work .

I was just going to slam my cock into her ass, but this seemed like it’d be more fun.

Placing a hand on the small of her back, I anchored her in place.

This would probably be more pleasant if I stretched her out with my fingers, but that required fucks I didn’t give.

I held the dull side of the knife and pushed the handle into her ass.

She cried out in pain, and I clamped a hand over her mouth.

“Remember, Little Light.” I pointed up. “If they find you, they’ll kill you.”

Lux choked on something, either spit or air, but as her knees started to shake, she nodded. I took a little pity on the girl and helped roll her to her back.

Lux’s knees had gone red from the pressure, little indents of the stone below decorated her flesh.

My fingers danced along the area and I pulled her ankles to rest on my shoulders.

I needed to be careful with what I was about to do, lest I accidentally cut my dick off.

Her thighs glistened from how wet she was, and I swiped my fingers along the surface.

“It takes a special kind of whore to be dripping wet with a knife in her ass.” Maybeitwas why no one else had made her come. She was a fucking freak.

Her chest heaved as she looked away. With one hand, I pressed down on the softest part of her stomach, and with the other I toyed with her clit, dragging my thumb across it in slow circles.

“Bet you feel full right now, don’t you?” I taunted, trying to hide how badly I wanted to fill every. Last. Hole .

Ass, pussy, mouth. Fuck, she had two empty hands, but at that rate, we’d run out of dicks in the house. I wanted to see her glazed in the cum of four separate men and sweating under the pressure of more orgasms than she’d ever taken. I wanted her weak-kneed and overstimulated.

I wasn’t sure if I’d ever get to see that happen, but the idea alone was fucking beautiful .

She nodded, and I should have just left it at teasing her. But, fuck , I needed to know what her greedy cunt felt like.

I reached down and twisted the knife, making sure the blade faced down. She tipped her head back and moaned with the motion. Her knees shook, and just as she collected herself, I carefully slid my pants down and slid into her warmth.

Inch by inch, I gave her all I had to offer. Every little movement caused a different part of her body to move, tits, stomach, hips. A coil of arousal knotted low in my stomach and I bit my lip to prevent myself from coming on the first pump.

Bad ass murderers didn’t do that.

Her lips moved in a nearly silent prayer, one anyone other than me would have missed.

“Oh, my God .” A little whine curled around the last word, and I wondered how many times she’d said that tonight.

“He can’t help you now , Little Light.” I grunted, and reached forward to rest my fingers on her neck, savoring the hammering of her pulse. “God turned his back on this house a long time ago.”

My hips rocked into her, causing her whole body to move.

Fuck, she was beautiful. If she beat the odds and got out of this, I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to hunt her down and reclaim what remained of the money, as we’d done with previous victors.

Instead, I’d probably spend my days snapping the neck of anyone who dared to look at her.

My thrusts grew violent at the idea of killing for her. Would she like it if I did that? Should I bring her souvenirs of the kills like some sort of fucked up house cat?

No, I was getting ahead of myself. Right now, all I needed to do was focus on the wet heat of her cunt and the way it pulsed around me. My eyes fluttered shut, and I wondered if the mask made it better or worse for her.

If given the opportunity, would she kiss me? Maybe she’d bite my lip and lick the coppery taste from the surface.

Her breathing grew ragged, and I wondered what she’d be like if I’d gotten to her earlier. When she had more energy to fight.

My mind swam with the terrible idea of morning sex and breakfast in bed, things that were never meant to be.

Her face scrunched, her lips parting in a desperate moan, and that completely fucked me.

The coil in my stomach snapped, leaving cum to spurt out of me and directly into Little Light’s cervix.

I gripped her thighs and hoped I bruised them; I wanted proof I’d been here, and if it weren’t for the knife being shoved in her ass, I would have carved my name into her porcelain skin.

I nearly fell over once my relief finally washed over me, but I kept myself steady, easing off her and falling onto my ass. Once I was on the ground, I lifted her legs and removed the knife before tossing it far, far away.

“You don’t get that back,” I panted before laying with my back to the ground.

Once the thrill left my system, I was left with a dizzy haze in my head, and an unpleasant ache in my side, I was still bleeding. Fuck, now I see why people didn’t get stabbed for fun.

I heard Lux sit up before crawling over to me on hands and knees. My mask made it impossible for her to see my face, still, she gazed directly in my eyes.

“How long do I have until you try to kill me?” She asked cautiously.

“Depends,” I joked, a smirk pulling at my lips. “Are you going to suck me off?”

I laughed, causing a shooting pain in my side. My hand flew to the spot, pressing in as if that’d help.

Lux’s wet hair stuck to her forehead, but she did the best she could to put it back as she watched me with complete concern.

“No,” she whispered. “I want to help you.”

Once again, I wondered if this girl was stupid or brave . But, the idea of being cared for, even by someone potentially on death row, made me tingle in ways I couldn’t explain. But, maybe that was the blood loss talking.