She expertly brought me close to the edge, only to back off. The little shit had reduced me to a schoolboy as I panted through her tiny-hand torture. A guttural moan erupted from me when she added her other hand to the mix.
I threw my head back against the couch. I had no idea what the hell she was doing, but the pressure was perfect. Five minutes in, and I thought for sure her hands would have lost their strength.
“Little love, it feels so fucking good.”
I was fighting with everything in me, trying not to give in to the pleasure she was literally wringing from my cock. I panted her name, and her face lit up. The pressure on the bottom of my cock overwhelmed me, and then she swirled her palm against the tip before pushing my erection down. Her thumb started that slow rubbing on the underside.
“Damn you,” I murmured, breathing to control the urge to come.
“Keep it together, my beloved. We’re just getting started, and I haven’t even pulled out the big guns yet.”
I groaned loudly as she squeezed my cock in the middle, giving me a completely new sensation. One hand went to cup my balls, and she reached lower and rubbed that fucking spot between my balls and ass. The combination had my cock throbbing and growing thicker in her grip.
If she didn’t stop—
“Fuck, that feels so good. Fuck, fuck, fuck.” Then her name fell from mylips like a plea.
“Ivan, your blade, please,” she asked prettily. I fumbled, reaching for it.
I unsheathed it and brought it up to her. Holding on to the tip, I pushed the handle toward her. She continued to pump my cock, watching me. The veins in my neck strained as I fought the urge to come. I panted as the little shit smirked in all her glory, looking down at her hands strangling my cock.
“Such a frighteningly gorgeous cock you have, Blade, and the way it’s getting bigger and the amount of precum leaking tells me everything.” She leaned in and sucked on my earlobe before moving to my neck and whispering, “Everything. You belong to me and only me. Say it.” She pulled back and stared into my very soul.
“I don’t know, you’re not blon—fuck me,” I groaned as she repeated the mid-shaft squeeze and subsequent rubbing of my balls.
“Say it, Ivan, and if you say it like you mean it, I’ll let you fuck my wet pussy with the handle of your blade. Promise me you won’t put it in too far. We don’t want to upset the Reaper.”
Bloody hell, she was going to kill me. I looked at the handle of my blade pointing toward her bare little pussy, but I kept my mouth closed.
“Is that how we’re going to play? Very well, may I?” She looked at my blade, silently asking for permission before taking it.
I nodded; I breathed out as she let my cock go. I sat transfixed. She brought the blade up to right below my heart. With eyes locked on one another, she slid it gently down and made a small cut only a quarter inch in length. Holding the blade in one hand, she watched as my blood dripped.
Leaning in, she licked the drops of blood all the way up and over the cut before wrapping her mouth around the skin and sucking. Her eyes rolled back as I growled, becoming completely undone by her until I grabbed her hair, pulling her mouth off me.
“Say it,” she hissed through her teeth.
“No.” I glared. She leaned back in and sucked on the cut again.
“Damn it,” I grunted, as her hands found my cock once more. The combination was insane.
She popped her mouth off. “You will say it, Blade. You belong to me and me alone. Now be a good boy and say the words.”
“Fuck,” I thundered before slamming my mouth down on hers.
Kissing her with no control, I drug her back into my lap. I wanted to slam my cock inside her so badly. She tangled her hands in my hair, gripped the strands, and rubbed her pussy against my cock.
Without thinking, I reached for her tits and pinched her nipples hard. The noises she was making, soft and low in her throat as I touched her, were like a melody. I smacked her ass three times as she edged me with her pussy.
Lust and desire collided, stealing my resolve, and I snapped, then gestured to her. She sat up on her knees immediately. The exchange of power was mine now.
Goose bumps tickled my palms as I raked them up the back of her thighs, her body trembling at my touch. She reached back and teased the tip of my dick with her hands, pushing her breasts in my face again.
“Damn, Ivan. Don’t stop, please. You make me feel so dirty. I love what you do to me. I love the way you taste,” she said, licking my cut once more, becoming something altogether wild and free.
She moved further down my chest, taking my nipple in her mouth and sucking hard. I closed my eyes and growled at the strength of her suction.
“Do you like that, Blade? Do you want me to suck you like I did the Crow? I want to so badly. You’ll choke me too, won’t you?” This was my girl, my dirty girl, with absolutely no inhibitions.
