Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
SLICE!
The next one hits me right in the chest, and I groan with excitement and pain as the cut goes deep.
“And that’s for tying me up and touching my nipples and coming all over me again in that fucking alley,” she says through gritted teeth.
SLICE!
She crisscrosses over the previous cut, so there’s an X on my chest, and my shirt falls apart. “And that’s for letting your fucked-up friends use me!”
“Yes,” I groan.
She grips my hair and forcefully jerks my head back. “Apologize to me.”
“I’m sorry,” I say.
“Do you even fucking mean it?” The blade cuts into my skin, but the pain doesn’t faze me.
“I would beg you for forgiveness every fucking day for the rest of my life if you let me.”
Her nostrils flare. She looks so fucking gorgeous when she’s angry with me and everyone who ever did her wrong. “I never asked you to be in my life.”
“Yet I’m here, in the flesh, at your disposal, ready for your every whim.”
The knife suddenly hovers over my face right in front of my eye. “Why?”
“Because you’re a vicious killer, and when I first saw you, I already knew all you needed was someone who you could take out all your rage on.”
Her face contorts, and she mulls it over for a second, the blade still hovering dangerously close to my eye.
“Tell me I’m wrong,” I say. “You can’t because it’ll be a lie. You crave someone to punish, and I’m here.”
“I don’t want to punish you; I want to punish them,” she responds. “Kai and Nathan.”
“They won’t let you,” I reply. “But I will.”
“Is that why you let Nathan jerk you off in that alley?” she asks. “Does he tell you what to do? Does it get you off?”
Finally, she’s beginning to recognize my depravity. “I serve whoever knows how to control me.”
Her eyes glitter with interest as though she’s finally beginning to understand what I’m offering her.
She leans away and pushes the knife into my chest, only to slip away the fabric, revealing all of my tattoos and the two piercings in my nipples. The tip slides underneath one of the bars, and she tugs at it until I hiss.
“You will obey me.”
I moan with delight when she leans in and whispers close to my face, “Say it.”
“I will obey you … my queen.”
The lewd smile that briefly tips up the corner of her mouth makes my cock twitch. It disappears as quickly as it came.
But I won’t fucking forget.
Not a single second of this entire fucking day. No, scratch that, this entire fucking year.
She slides the knife down my body and slips it into my pants. “Open your zipper. Show me how hard you are.”
I do what she asks, even with tied up hands, but I make it work, releasing my dick from its cotton prison. Her eyes slide over my length, her tongue running along her lips like she’s enjoying the sight.
“Why the tattoos there?” she asks.
“My cock likes the pain most of all.” I groan when she pushes the tip of her knife into my shaft. “Tattoos were the closest thing I could get to heaven.”
“Heaven …” she repeats, pushing it even farther in until the skin cracks, and I hiss when it bleeds. “A heaven like this?”
“F-fuck …” I can barely contain my arousal as my hard-on bounces up and down in the air just from her touching it with the knife.
“Fine then.”
SLICE!
She cuts into the skin near my V-line, and blood oozes down across my shaft.
“Jerk yourself off,” she says.
I bring my hands down to my shaft, rubbing myself as rivulets of blood roll down my length, spreading the blood all over until my dick throbs and oozes with pre-cum.
“You like that?” she muses.
“Fuck, so fucking much,” I groan, desperate for more. “Treat me like your fucking slut.”
She gazes at my dick, and it springs to life like a celibate man smelling wet pussy.
Fuck.
“You want to be my whore?” she asks, grasping my chin to make me look at her.
“Yes, so fucking badly. I would do anything for you, my queen,” I say, jerking off as hard as I can to her pointing that knife at my face.
“All right then. Make your fucking queen happy.” She pulls away and sits on the sink beside the radiator, spreading her legs to show off her red-laced panties underneath that black skirt. And fuck me, I’m about to die and go to heaven if she starts playing with herself.
“Come here,” she says.
I crawl to her on my knees, my eyes shifting between her face and her pussy, desperate for a taste.
“I see you looking,” she mumbles, leaning back. “Take them off.”
I lean in and gleefully hook my fingers underneath her panties, slowly slipping them down her creamy thighs, pushing them all the way down to her heels before I chuck them away.