Bastard's Bride (Loftry University Playthings 4)

Shelaine

I’m toostunned to speak. Luke was the first man to ever penetrate my mouth, much like everything else he’s planning on doing tonight. I read up on blow jobs. I watched them happen in the club. I thought I knew what to do, but I thought wrong.

Even now, no matter how many times I swallow the water, I can still taste him, still feel his cum on my tongue. I’m pretty sure nothing other than brushing my teeth and mouth will get it off. It’s like a coating, a film that I can’t get rid of. Granted, it’s not that I want it to go away exactly. It’s more like it’s not a taste I was prepared for. It was bitter and salty, and the texture was just… wrong.

Luke’s hands are firm and sure as they grip my thighs, urging me to slide backward. The bed is massive. Far larger than what it looks like. It’s big enough that if I wanted to, I could lie horizontally across it, and my feet would never dangle. The covers are soft, too, like a cloud. Not at all what I was expecting.

Lying back, I look to my right at the headboard and then to the left at the footboard. With the way he has me, my head rests about center, in the middle of the bed, with my legs hanging off the side. It’s certainly intimidating lying there, not sure about what’s going to happen.

Watching a claiming and being a part of it are two totally different things. I was a part of the process that helped set things up, but I had no way of knowing that the material underneath me would feel silken and decadent. Then again, this is The Society. I’m pretty sure even the toilet paper is premium.

Once I’m where Luke wants me, he pulls at the restraints from both the headboard and footboard, attaching the cuffs to my ankles. As soon as he’s finished restraining my legs, he takes his pants off and puts them with the growing pile. Next are his socks until he’s completely naked before me.

He takes his time, prowling around to the other side of the bed. Curling his fingers up, he motions for me to give him my hands. Just like with my ankles, he attaches cuffs around each one until all four limbs are bound. Starting with my right hand, he begins to tighten the chain that’s connected to the restraint, pulling with agonizing slowness until it’s held taut.

Then, he goes to my left hand and does the same. When he gets to my ankles, he slides his finger up my left calf, stopping when he gets to my knee. Everyone is silent. Too silent. I can hear my heart pounding in my chest, my breath as it leaves my lungs. All too soon, he tightens the chain, pulling my ankle until my leg is spread out. He quickly does the same to the right and stands back in front of me.

“I’m pretty sure you’re wondering why I gave explicit instructions for you not to remove your hair from this pretty pussy, aren’t you?”

Honestly, I hadn’t given it much thought. I just figured he liked hair down there, just like some prefer nothing.

“You hold perfectly still for me. Be my good girl. Don’t move a muscle.”

Pausing for a moment, he grabs a chair and brings it over to the bed, and sits down, putting his face right at my core. I can feel his hot breath washing over my delicate skin and my body trembles. Not from fright but from need. I need him to touch me, stroke me, something to ease the ache deep inside.

After studying me, he slides his hands under my ass and pulls me forward until it feels like I’m just on the edge of the bed. It pulls on my arms, taking away any remaining slack. My shoulders begin to burn, but soon, his tongue dances along my lower lips, taking away my discomfort and dragging my mind down to where pleasure explodes over my body.

He eases the tip of his tongue over my clit, and I moan. A flutter of arousal tears through my gut, taking my breath away. It’s far more intense than our other encounters, but is that because I know people are watching? Is it because I know that soon, I’ll no longer be a virgin?

Either way, the reasons don’t matter. All I know is the blinding ecstasy that rolls through my body, sending small spasms through my core. After a few moments, he pulls away and slides his fingers across my lower lips, as if rubbing the hair down there. Even though I don’t shave, I tend to keep everything trimmed very neatly, so there’s really not much to speak of.

What little I do have, he pulls at it, sending sparks of pain through the area to morph with the pleasure still bubbling to the surface. “I told you a few days ago that you were going to get more acquainted with my knife. Do you remember that?”

Remember? Not only did I remember, but I also used that conversation as fodder for my masturbation scenes. I replayed it in my head at regular intervals. “Yes, Master. I remember.”

“Well, little rabbit. This isn't one of those times. Instead, meet my straight razor.” He stands and holds it up, letting the blade flash in the dim lights.

Just looking at it sends a mixture of fear and arousal through my body. I have to trust that he knows what he’s doing. If not, I’ll go insane. I’m strapped down, barely able to move. If he messes up, if he mutilates me, then I can’t stop him.

“Shhh, little rabbit. I can almost hear how fast your heart is pounding from here. Do you really think I’ll do something to put you in harm's way? I’m just as skilled with this as I am with my knife. Now lie back and don’t move. If you move, I can’t be held responsible.”

Screwing my eyes shut, I try to relax, but I can’t. Every muscle is coiled tight, just waiting for the bite of pain when his blade meets my skin. But it doesn’t. Instead, he lays his fingers on my mound and lowers his palm to cup me.

“I need you to breathe, baby. You’re way too tense. It’s just a shave. How do you think I get my balls so bare?” My head shoots up, and I pin him with an incredulous stare.

He chuckles and pats my leg. “I’m teasing, rabbit. I don’t use the straight razor here. But I can promise you that I’m skilled enough with this that I can open a licensed shop and offer this service to any woman that wants it. But don't worry,” he quickly amends when he sees the distress on my face. “Yours is the only pussy I want to shave. Now relax and let me do my job.”

Again, I lie there, eyes closed. I force air into my nose and out of my mouth as I start to recite algebraic formulas. It certainly kills the arousal swirling inside me, but it quells the fear as well.

The sound of sloshing water pricks my ears right before the warm liquid washes over my skin. “I’m not going to shave your mound. There’s a chance I might need to grab your attention in the future, and pubic hair is a quick and easy way.”

He gives the short hairs a quick tug, drawing a yelp from my throat. “I hope that makes my point,” he continues as he slathers on what I can only assume is the shaving cream. “I’m mostly going to concentrate on these delicate lips of yours.”

The scrape of the razor against my vulnerable flesh is unlike any sensation I’ve ever felt. Sure, I’ve shaved there before, but it never felt like this. This is intimate, riding that fine line between danger and safety. It makes my heart speed up until I’m sure it will burst out from my chest. His fingers hold me open as he removes the hair, giving me that extra bite of pain from where he holds the delicate skin taut.

Every now and then, he pours water over my pussy, then applies the shaving cream before scraping that razor against me once more. I bite down on my lower lip, forcing the moan to stay in my throat where it belongs. I don’t want him to know how much this is turning me on. Besides, I’m sure he’s staring right at the proof. I don’t have to add to it.

Once he does one half, I find that I’m able to relax into it and enjoy it. It doesn’t hurt at all. The only thing making this dangerous is that he’s doing it and not me. He has all the control, and I have none. Then again, it’s what I want, isn’t it? I want to feel helpless before him, and now, he has an incredibly sharp razor to my pussy. Pretty sure I’ll never feel more helpless than I do at this moment.

The moment he’s done and rinses me clean, I’m almost regretting I didn’t give in sooner. This whole process would have been far more enjoyable. Knowing him, though, this will be an ongoing thing. He likes sharp pointy objects far too much to not revisit this.

Now that the hair is no longer there, I can feel so many more sensations than before. Cool air eddies against me, kissing my naked skin as he gets up. I want to cry out, to ask him to touch me, to show me just how hot his skin is against mine. But it’s no use. He’d just make me beg, and that’s not something I relish doing in front of all these people.

Soon enough, he’s back, but this time, he stands in front of me, letting his cock graze my lips. Moaning, I throw my head back, enjoying the friction between us. “Now that I have you where I want you, time to have some fun.”

His words vibrate over my skin, and I swear I get wet just from the sound of his voice. Reaching over to the side of the bed, he pulls up a large knife and shows it to me before sitting back down out of sight.

“Since I took this from your room, I’ve been playing with it, learning it, memorizing it. I think this one is going to be my new favorite, and do you know why that is?”

“No, Master.”

“Because it’s going to be the knife that gives you your first orgasm of the night.”

I freeze at his words, trying to process exactly what he’s saying. If it leads to an orgasm, that means it can’t hurt that badly…. Right? Wrong. The first cut of the blade on my inner thigh has a thin whine curling at the back of my throat. It’s not so much the pain but the shock of the burn as it goes through me, embedding the sensations into my brain.

The only time I’ve ever been cut has been from something stupid like a papercut. This doesn’t hurt nearly as bad, but it’s similar enough that my brain screams out danger and tries to run away. Only I can’t. The bonds hold firm, keeping me in place.

I’m far more prepared when the next line of fire blazes along the opposite thigh. Groaning, I sink into the feeling, letting it wash over me. It’s almost cathartic, as if with each pass of the knife, he’s allowing me to let go of the pain that’s been lodged in my heart.

He seems to understand this even without me saying a word. His blade never stops as tears drip from my eyes. He continues this journey with me, working me over until every bit of it is out onto the covers beneath. Relief floods my body, taking the place of the grief that held on to me.

By the time he’s finished, I’m nearly out of my mind with need and desire. When he taps the metal on my clit, I can’t resist the loud moan that floods the space, revealing the depths of my longing. He continues to tap, and I writhe beneath him.

Just as I start to crest, he pulls away, leaving me bereft for the moment. But then, he stands, a smile curling his lips as warm metal invades my core. He’s fucking me with the knife handle. It’s the only way to explain what I’m feeling. As he slides it in, he stares at it, his face screwed up in concentration.

I can feel the sharp edge of the knife as it hovers right at my entrance. He’s taking me so close to that edge but remaining in control. When his free hand starts to rub my clit, I’m lost in the maelstrom of sensations that flood my body. Fear and pleasure collide in a heady mix.

The orgasm that’s been hovering just out of reach all evening comes barreling through me, stealing my breath, even as I cry out. Luke pulls out the knife and tosses it on the bed before sliding his finger inside, pounding hard into me. It drags out my orgasm, magnifying it, multiplying it until I’m crashing all over again.

And that’s when I feel it. Amongst the floaty haze that surrounds me, cocooning me, I feel the blunt tip of his cock nudging at my entrance. This is it. The moment I’ve been both dreading and anticipating. Since I’m riding the high of both my orgasm and the fact that I was just fucked with a knife, I find that the apprehension is far less than the desire to have him inside me, connecting us in a way that won’t be possible otherwise.

“I’m not sure if this is going to hurt you or not, but you’re going to take my cock like a good girl, aren’t you? You’re going to let me defile you, claim you, touch you in a way that no one else has. Isn’t that right, rabbit?”

“Yes, Master.”