Page 47 of Ruining Him

She places her hands on either side of my head, right beside the weights, and stares down at me, a blank expression on her face.

Normally, I’d probably grab hold of her or lean up to kiss her, but I can’t, not while I’m being weighed down like this, and I’m beginning to think that this is just another way for her to torture me.

“Are you sure you don’t want to play?” she purrs, her eyes going to the knife beside us.

Fuck.

Goddammit.

I’m going to strangle her for this later.

“Okay,” I mutter.

She chuckles softly. “Say please.”

Fuck strangling her, I’m going to kill her nice and slowly.

“Please,” I whisper so quietly it’s barely audible even to me.

Mischief dances in her eyes as twirls the knife in her fingers. “Sorry, what was that?”

“Please,” I say louder, desperation clear in my tone, and I hate myself for it.

Almost as much as I hate her for making me say it.

“So needy,” she coos before her face takes on a more serious expression. “Okay, real talk. Are you clean?”

The thought of having her bare is almost enough to make me whimper, but I manage to hold it in.

“I’m clean,” I rasp. “Are you? And are you on the pill?”

She smirks at me. “No need to worry about any of that. I wouldn’t have asked you otherwise.”

She lifts her hips, and my cock flexes beneath her, missing the heat and pressure from her body. I don’t have to worry about it for too long, though, because her hand wraps around me and she gives me two quick tugs before lining me up with her entrance.

Fuck. Me.

How does it feel even better than the last time?

Even with only my tip breaching her entrance, it’s still one of the best goddamn feelings I’ve ever felt.

She slides down me slowly, taking me inch by inch until I’m finally buried to the hilt.

“So fucking good,” I growl, and she laughs beforebringing the knife to my chest. TheLshe carved into me last time is still visible, and I’m pretty sure it’s going to leave a scar.

I’m also pretty sure that I’m losing my mind, since I actually kind of want it to leave a scar.

She rocks her hips, making me want to buck up and fuck into her, but I don’t, because I know the moment I start moving my body, I’m going to cut off my airway.

The knife digs into me, just next to where she made her last cut, but I can’t see what she’s doing. All I know is she makes one lined cut.

She rocks faster, leaving me panting as I start to struggle to hold myself still, every couple of breaths I take being cut off as the bar digs into my throat.

“Breathing okay?” she asks, and I rasp out a yes.

She frowns.

“Well, that won’t do,” she says, and starts riding me harder, this time lifting up before sliding back down my length. Her warm cunt envelopes my cock and she clenches, making me tip my head back with a groan. Only the groan turns to a choke as my brain catches up to my body and I realize I’m suffocating myself.