Page 47 of The King of Hearts (The Raven Group #1)

CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN

HIM

“ R emember, baby boy, you don’t want to go too deep. Not enough to hit the meat, but enough that you pierce the first couple layers of skin so the blood flows slowly, not in a rush.”

I wince and tears fill my eyes when the tip of the blade slides into my skin, just beneath the surface, as Aunt Rosa just instructed. Blood immediately blooms beneath the knife, but it flows slowly.

Aunt Rosa, who’s sitting on her knees between my legs, moans in the back of her throat and dips her head down.

She licks along the small cut on my lower stomach, right above my pubic area.

Her tongue almost stings worse than the cut itself.

I squeeze my eyes shut and will the pain away.

If I complain or try to get her to stop, things will only get worse.

She uses the knife two more times, once on the inside of my thigh and once in the crease of my leg. When she moves the knife to a new area, my whole body stiffens. I ball my hands around the black sheet beneath me and brace myself for the new pain that’s going to come.

She grabs my cock in her soft hands with her red-painted nails, and my teeth grind together when I feel the first signs that I’m getting hard.

I don’t understand this. Why does my body react this way when I know what’s coming?

When I hate everything this woman does to me and forces me to do to her.

The pain is always unbearable when we have these lessons, so why does my body like the feel of her touch?

She slides her hand up and down until my cock is fully hard.

“Such a pretty cock you have,” she whispers as she stares at it, looking like she wants to take a bite out of it. “You’re going to be magnificent when you’re a grown man. I’m jealous of the women you’ll give this to.”

If it were up to me, I’d chop the thing off, just so no one else can touch it.

Before I can stop myself, the plea slips out of my mouth. “Please stop.”

She slowly lifts her ice-blue eyes to me. “Stop?” she asks, tilting her head to the side. “No, baby. I won’t stop. You need these lessons to make you into a big, strong man. You want to be big and strong, right?”

I do want to be big and strong because I want to take care of Momma since Daddy isn’t here anymore to do it.

Reluctantly, I nod my head.

“That’s a good boy,” she purrs slowly. “Little boys need their aunties to make them into men.” She moves her hand up and down.

“So they can grow up to be strong for their women and show them how to please them. It’s important for a woman to please a man in any way he wants.

” Her head drops and her tongue goes to the head of my cock.

“Just like it’s important for a man to make their woman please them. Dominance and submission are crucial.”

She uses her other hand and scrapes her nails across my balls, then latches her fingers around them. I whimper in pain when she squeezes.

“That’s why these lessons are required, right?” She squeezes harder, and I bite the inside of my cheek instead of crying out like I want to. “Right, my handsome boy?”

She waits until I choke out, “Yes,” before she releases her hold.

“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.