Page 58 of Arran's Obsession

Not now. All I could give her was more of the same. I jacked my hips, my pace picking up. She moaned, her fingers going to her clit. Her eyes closing again as if not accepting this was real. It wasn’t. Not the way she wanted.

I slapped her hand away, and she whimpered.

Her pussy tightened around me, and it was all the warning I needed. I snapped back my hips and grabbed my dick in my fist, then three pumps and my orgasm struck. I came all over the outside of her pussy.

Genevieve sighed, her body going from rigid to slumping, sleep claiming her once again. Sitting back, I just stared at what I’d done to her. It wasn’t over yet. I had so much more I wanted to do.

An hour’ssleep was all I needed to recharge, or all my body would let me have. I was too aware of the time limit, though not stated, of her free use.

She’d barely moved again since waking to me fucking her. Nor had I cleaned her up, only slinging the pillow and pulling the sheet over her.

I tugged the covers away again. My cum glistened on her skin, still damp at her pussy when I traced through it. I took my finger to her mouth and spread our combined arousal over her lips and onto her tongue. Her jaw flexed a tiny degree, but her eyes remained closed. Her breathing steady.

If she still dreamt of me, I had no idea. But I’d been dreaming about another part of her. I recognised what I was doing. It was a teenaged frenzy a decade and a half too late, and a wild rush of hormones and lust I’d never indulged in before.

Worse, I fucking loved it.

Sitting back, I trailed my gaze down to her breasts. Her spaghetti strap top which hid her from me was tight. If I tried to take it off her, she’d wake for certain.

Luckily, I was resourceful, and my boundaries were gone.

Again, I took up my knife, enjoying the play of life and death. Over her, I twisted one of the straps in my fingers then sliced through it. It jogged her full breasts. I repeated the act on the other side then hooked under the hem right at her navel. I touched the back of the blade to her belly, then sliced upwards, splitting her top in two.

Then I held the knife in my teeth and peeled the two sides of the material off her, baring her round tits for my viewing pleasure. Under my ministrations, she was completely naked. I could do anything to her. She was letting me, as well. She’d woken once and been aware of my night’s work.

The things I wanted to do to her were neither sane nor safe. Perhaps I was the monster my father always intended me to be. The devil I promised my mother I’d never become. The thought only made me angrier. Taking my knife in my hand again, I put the dull side to her skin and drew it across her flesh, outlining one breast then the other.

She shivered, a ripple going across her.

Her nipples stood hard, begging for my attention. With my hand still holding the weapon, I touched one, then squeezed it between my finger and the blade. A thrill of need rushed through me.

I needed to feel what this was doing to her and if it was turning her on.

My dick was as hard as ever, and I took a second to fit to her entrance and enter her again. This wasn’t for me, all I wanted was to know when her body liked something. She was just as wet, and so tight I needed to breathe through my urge to fuck.

When I had control of myself, I gave my attention to my blade. Starting at her nipples, and always with the blunt side, I traced lines across her ribs, belly, and down to her cunt where it welcomed me.

I drew the tip lightly across her clit. Then I flipped the weapon to push the handle down beside my dick. Over every wet and slippery part of us.

If my shaking arm gave out, I’d fall on the sharp edge and cut myself. Bleed on her.

Our conversation from a few days returned to me. She’d wanted to know what the contestant from the game meant when he’d talked about a final act of bonding. She’d never agree to sharing blood with me, so there was no point in discussing it. I had the worst feeling that the same didn’t apply in reverse.

I wasn’t about to test that now. Drawing the knife back up her, I flipped it again then pinched her nipple, my finger and the metal squeezing her. Her pussy echoed the sentiment, pulsing around my dick. I repeated it on the other side, getting the same effect until her nipples were pebbled hard and begging for more.

I tossed the knife and stooped to take one in my mouth. Instantly, my eyes closed, and I sucked on her, enclosing her tight in my lips. With my free hand, I reached for her other breast, indenting her flesh, massaging her. Then I took that hand down to where we were joined and soaked my fingers in the wetness we’d both produced. Using that moisture, I teased her nipple as I sucked on the first. My heart thundered, but my body slowed.

This was strange. I’d stared at her tits for days and now had a chance to do whatever I wanted to them, except it felt like time had stopped. Like I was content at her breast. As long as I kept up the slow pulls, curling my tongue around her, everything else was okay.

Another entirely unexpected reaction, but not one I was willing to give up. I stayed like that, buried inside her and coated in my cum and hers, and with her nipple in my mouth. My free hand cupping her. Kneading her.

The teenage version of me that wanted to fuck her tits, or press the end of my dick to her nipples, or to come all over them, had quietened.

Whoever I was now had been lulled. Eventually, my sucking stopped, but staying just like that, deeply connected, I fell asleep on her.

Chapter 19

Genevieve