Dark Wish

She eyes the knife like a hawk as I slide it along her arms and down her back until that too creates goose bumps on her skin.

“What are you doing?” she asks as she glances at me over her shoulder.

“Desensitizing,” I reply.

“Oh …” she murmurs. “I thought you were contemplating where to slice me.”

I snort and bite my bottom lip. I’m not content with a one-time show. I want more. I want everything, and I want it forever.

So I slam the knife into the chair’s armrest right in front of her. She jolts from the fright. I take the opportunity to grasp her wrists and pin them to her back, fishing a pair of cuffs from the drawer in the desk next to me so I can bind them together. She’s at my mercy now, completely helpless on my lap, left to my every whim. And she doesn’t even flinch.

“Don’t hold back,” she whispers.

I tilt her head back by her hair. “Oh, trust me when I say I’ll be anything but gentle.”

I immediately rip down my zipper, take out my cock, and lift her up and down again, right on top of my shaft. Her mouth forms an o-shape, not fast enough for the sound to come out, but fast enough to register the fact I’ve buried myself deep inside her aching pussy.

All this time, she was lying, telling herself she didn’t want me, and now her pussy is already wet just from a single devious touch.

“You’re my little angel, aren’t you?” I growl, fucking her harder every time her ass ends up back on my lap. “An angel who did a bad thing, but who wants to remember so badly she’ll do anything for it. An angel desperate for love.”

She bounces around on my lap as I fuck her hard and fast. “Yes,” she mewls.

“Say it! Tell me you’re my angel!”

“I’m your little angel!” she cries, making me fall harder and faster than ever before.

And I pull her head back sideways and force a kiss onto her lips as I thrust in hard and mercilessly.

She doesn’t pull back even though I expected her to bite. Instead, she deepens the kiss, her lips opening to allow me access, which I greedily take. My tongue swivels around inside her mouth, desperate for more. She tastes divine, like walking sin ready to be devoured, and I want nothing more than to claim her for myself. Not just today, but forever.

And it hurts to know that I can’t keep her with me, despite wanting to more than anything. After all, those are the rules. We’re supposed to set them free when they’ve been punished and repented. But will I be able to let go, knowing it will cost me everything?

I don’t want to stop kissing her. Don’t want to stop fucking her every orifice. She is mine, and she should be mine forever. Can’t I have both?

I groan against her lips, and she only kisses me harder as though my moans turn her on as much as hers turn me on. When our lips unlatch, my hand dives between her legs, and I flick her clit as she bounces up and down on top of me. We’re both delirious with need, lost in sin, and neither of us cares. Because this is what she needs. What we need. Complete and utter surrender.

Her body sways with the rhythm as I’m sure her eyes are already rolling into the back of her head. The delicate skin on her back is covered in goose bumps and salty sweat, and I lean forward to lick it off, savoring her taste.

Right then, she tilts her head back, and I press a soft but passionate kiss on the side of her neck. The moan that rolls off her tongue as she writhes on top of me pushes us both over the edge. I bite down into her shoulder until my teeth draw blood, and she yelps. Her pussy clenches around my length, milking me until I roar out loud, and we both come together. Explosive doesn’t even begin to describe us. But I am falling harder and harder for Amelia. She’s the only one who’s managed to break the barrier of ice around my heart.

With a raspy breath, I undo the cuffs around her wrists and place them on the table.

Suddenly, she swirls around on my lap, grasps the knife, and holds it against my neck.

It happens so quickly that I don’t even realize it until it’s too late.

We’re both still panting, my cock still hard inside her, but that doesn’t stop her from putting the knife right against my throat. The point pushes into my skin until I tilt my head back far enough into the cushion of the armchair that she and I are looking eye to eye.