I chuckle. “You have no idea who you’re messing with, and yet this is still turning you on?”
I climb backwards so I can see the imprint of his dick through the thin material of the blanket, his warning glare only daring me to go ahead.
“Naughty boy,” I say and make a tsking sound before yanking on the fabric, exposing him to me. He’s thick, longer than I’ve had before, and his tip glistens with pre-cum.
“Hrghh.” My eyes meet his as he tries to say something, but I just grin at him, loving the way he struggles against the bindings.
“Such a pretty dick,” I coo as I trail my finger up his length. His head tips back on a silent groan, and I use themoment to grab the knife from my boot and trail it up his thigh. His eyes fly open as he feels the cold metal against his skin.
“Your skin is so smooth,” I murmur and trail the knife up farther before resting it on the center of his length. Pre-cum continues to pool on his stomach as I do.
The sick fuck is loving this.
But so are you,the little voice in the back of my mind whispers, but I push it away.
“It’d be a shame for you to have a scar,” I mutter as I put pressure on the blade and slide it down a fraction. I don’t take it too deep, just deep enough for him to heed my warning. The cut is around two inches long, so he has another few inches to go if he doesn’t agree to sort his shit out.
He continues to struggle, though he’s not really trying to fight.
His glare isn’t as hard as it was before. Instead, it’s muted by the pleasure he’s feeling. Guess the prim and proper prince of this place has a little knife kink. Who knew?
He squirms in the bed, and I can’t quite tell if it’s from the pain he’s feeling or something else… that is, until I bring the knife back to the base of his dick and murmur, “Will you stop this shit you keep doing and just leave me alone?”
Determination flashes behind his eyes and he tries to smile, but the gag in his mouth stops him as he shakes his head.
Fine by me.
I apply more pressure on the knife and slice into his skin. Rather than reacting like any other person would and crying out in pain, the fucker tips his head back and groans, cum shooting from his tip as blood leaks from the wound. I stare at his twitching dick in disbelief, not quite sure if that really justhappened or if it was a part of my imagination. But once he comes back to himself, the effects of his orgasm gone, he looks between me and his stomach where his release lies, a furrow in his brows as though he’s just as confused as I am.
No matter. I can still get my point across.
Quickly though, because I need to get the fuck out of here before I do something I regret.
And I don’t mean slicing his dick off.
No, I’m worried I’ll end up sitting on it, not cutting it off.
I reach into my pocket and pull out the alcohol wipes I keep in there along with a few other medical supplies, just in case someone ever happens to get the jump on me and I need to patch myself up. I pull one from the packet as he stares at me in confusion, still not realizing what I’m up to.
I press the wipe onto the cut, and he screams from behind the gag.
Finally.
I climb back on him, making sure to press my weight down on him so it hurts even more, and lean down to whisper in his ear, “Next time, I’ll cut it off.”
He wasn’t quiet when I pressed the alcohol wipe to him, so I quickly climb off him and grab my bag, pausing when I see a gym bag hanging from the back of the door. I open it up and find the clothes that he stole from me that day in the athletics center.
Little fucker.
I pull the bag down and throw it over my shoulder as well before exiting the room without giving him another glance, leaving him tied up, naked and bleeding with cum smeared all over his stomach.
Just as I get to the door to leave their apartment, someone steps out of the room on my right, and I turn to see Harleystanding there. His hair is mussed from sleep as he stares at me in confusion, his gaze flicking between me and the hall that leads to Cole’s room.
“Your boy injured himself,” I say with a grin. “You might wanna go kiss him better.”
I don’t stick around to see his reaction.
ELEVEN
