Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
The blade flips open, and I cry out, my clit pulsing and my core letting out a fresh wave of arousal. I want it. I want it so damn badly. I feel like we’re those people we were all those years ago. I’m thrown back in time, to a place where everything was new, exciting, and yet frightening all the same.
How twistedly sweet to be deliciously frightened on this Halloween night.
“Do it.” My voice doesn’t waver, not even a single crack.
“Do what?” He chuckles, knowing exactly what I mean, and I don’t have to look back to see he’s wearing a cocky, all-telling smile. He loves this just like I do. He needs me in the ways I need him.
“You know exactly what I want, Theo.” My voice is just as even as it was before.
“God, I hit the fucking jackpot with this slutty cunt.” He takes a moment and massages the thickest part of my ass, kneading the skin, and I’m suddenly aware of where he’s going to carve his mark.
Shit.
I’m scared but beyond ready. Living for the thrill of us.
“This will hurt, puppet. Relax and trust me.” His tone softens, and it’s a complete one-eighty. I nod and murmur a yes, and he rubs the skin for a few more seconds until it almost feels numb.
“Ready, wife?”
“Yes.” I bite my lip, squeezing my eyes so tight tears form and barely slip out the corners of my eyes.
“Nice.” I feel the blade start to slice my skin, and I do everything I can not to move. If I move, it will hurt more, and he will stop. “Slow,” he continues, pulling the blade horizontally against my tender yet slightly numb cheek. “Steady, pretty puppet. You’re doing so good. Here comes the hard part. But I need to clean you up a bit first.” I assume he will wipe the blood away, but when I feel hot, smooth wetness glide against my skin, I wish I could see what I know he’s doing.
He moans, tasting my blood as he cleans it off with his tongue.
Oh God.
“You taste so good, so damn good.” As he reaches the end of the first line, the sting disappears but comes back instantly. Theo bites down, making me scream, his teeth most likely breaking the flesh as well.
“If I weren’t a jealous man, I would take you to get my fucking bite tattooed on your ass.” He stands once again, looming over me.
“I would let you. I would let you mark up every inch of me, if it would show you how much I love you. Ah!” I jolt a little bit, because the blade has returned to my now oversensitized skin, the numbness gone. “Theo!”
“Don’t you dare move,” he warns me, and I try my hardest as he goes vertically now, ready for him to be done so he’ll finally give me what I want. His cock. His cum. His renewed desire for me.
“Please fill me. Please,” I beg through the agony of his blade in my skin.
“I won’t let you come. This is for me. You made me angry, puppet. You really messed up tonight, and tonight, we’ll make sure you never do this again.”
I keep praying for the blade to be done, so much so that it completely consumes my focus and train of thought. He must be close to being finished. He just has to be.
“All done. Now, let’s have some fun.” The knife is gone, and his boots shuffle. He drags his hand from my neck and trails it up my spine.
He teases me, gets my skin to tingle all over. Finally, both palms grasp the underside of my ass, making sure he doesn’t touch my newest mark. Opening my thick thighs for me, I see his stance widen so that his much taller frame can become level with my hips.
On pins and needles, I wait for him to take me, and a moment later, he enters me. Slamming into me, he fills me to the brim, and there is still the base of his cock that I can’t take. Theo is large, and no matter how many times or years it’s been, I have never grown used to him. My body has molded for him, but I will never easily take his thickness and length.
“Tight. This cunt. I’ve missed you like this.” He begins to slide in and out slowly, and I can feel each and every inch. The veins. The ridges. All of him. I could get off on just knowing I’m his and he can touch me like this or in any way he wants. Especially when he knows exactly what I want.
“So, I did it right then? Making you jealous worked in both our favor,” I moan on the last word as he pivots his hips and aims his cock for that sweet spot deep inside me.