So…why can I feel myself getting wetter? Why does my core clench as he strokes the cold metal up and down my pussy? Why am I tempted to let him go further?
Phantom is twisted, but maybe so am I.
“Please.” The words are a hushed whine as they pass my lips. “Please fuck me with your knife. Please, I’ll do anything, just make the ache go away.”
He hadn’t let me come earlier, and all this edging has my nerves on the fritz. I am in a constant state of steady arousal,the wave of my orgasm swirling around me like a whirlpool just waiting to suck me in.
“Sorry, I missed that,” he taunts. “Can you speak up?”
He has the audacity to rub my sensitive clit, and the jolt of electricity it creates has my body spasmingagain. I let out a desperate cry. “Please. For the love of God, just put it in me.”
I can’t see his expression with the mask on, but I can see the sick, fervent look that clouds his eyes as he plunges the blade into my pussy without further delay.
A strangled moan pulls from my throat at the relief, my needy pussy clenching around the metal. It’s not as thick or filling as I know his cock would be, but it satisfies for now. He is relentless, inserting the handle right to the hilt, toying dangerously with the bottom of the sharp blade. The knowledge gives me a sick thrill, warmth curling around my core.
The quick and deep thrusts have my eyes rolling back in my head.
“Look at you, such a fucking natural. Your cunt is swallowing the handle like the greedy thing she is.”
Oh, God. His foul words are like honey pouring over my skin.
With each plunge of the knife, I feel pieces of myself fade away. All the carefully crafted walls I’ve built are crashing down, one thrust at a time. Breathy moans flow from my lips like a prayer as I become totally lost to his ministrations.
This man is pulling out the version of me I’ve kept locked away, the one who doesn’t want to be treated like glass but fucked like a secret whore. I forget all the things I’msupposedto be and just let myselfbe.
“You are so fucking wet and so fucking hot,” he growls.
His thumb moves to rub my clit in fast, steady circles, winding the bud tighter and tighter, the pressure inside me rising higher and higher. Strangled sobs get caught in my throat as the waves continue to crash within me.
Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, the flood gates open with a gush.
“Oh, fuck, baby. That’s it. Fucking drench me.”
He rubs my clit even faster now, and I just keep gushing and gushing. It’s nothing I’ve ever felt before. And just when I think it’s over, when it seems there’s no water left in the reservoir, he slaps my pussy causing a bolt to run right through me, sparking my arousal all over again.
“Wait, wait. I can’t,” I beg, the sensations becoming too much. My pussy is like a damn live wire, and each touch has me jerking as my sensitive nerves bundle together all over again.
“Oh, you can, and you will. This pretty little pussy is going to come all around this knife, and I’m going to lick it clean.”
He is relentless, and the visual he speaks of has my brain going numb. Desperate cries rip from my body as I become a sobbing mess to the sensations pounding my pussy.
I can’t last much longer.
I’m going to die.
My pussy is too spent, too raw, too…fuuuuuck. He slaps my clit again, the harsh sting pushing me close to the edge. I don’t get how I got here again so soon, but I know at this moment that he was right and the fall is inevitable.
“Fuck, Blair, you’re going to make me come just watching you,” he grunts out.
“Oh, God,” I plead. “Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.”
The world turns to a hum as I practically black out, my orgasm crashing through me like a wrecking ball. Straight dopamine courses through my veins, and I go drunk as the euphoria takes over my bloodstream.
“Shit,” Phantom groans.
I don’t have enough energy left in me to prop myself up, but I do manage to brace an arm behind my head so I can watch as he becomes completely undone.
He releases his hold on the blade, blood coating his palm from a deep cut. It doesn’t seem to bother him as he pulls his thick cock from his black briefs. The head is throbbing, cum weeping from the slit. A mixture of his blood and my cum coats the shaft as he squeezes from base to tip, adding his own release to the blend.
