Page 64 of My Turn

“Look at that,” I murmured. “You are into it.”

“No. It’s a natural response.”

“Sure, but you were wet before I even touched you. Weren’t you?”

“Please don’t… No.”

She cut off the sound that attempted to come free when I pushed deeper. Pinning her more firmly against the wall, I added a second finger while I stimulated her nipple with my other hand. She was tense, fighting me, but her breaths were becoming increasingly quicker and she couldn’t hide the barely perceptible whimpers.

When her pussy began to contract, I moved my hand from her breast to grip her throat, then removed my fingers and brought them to her lips.

“Tell me how good your cunt tastes.”

She didn’t budge, so I tightened my grip, taking away her air. She bucked against me but when she accepted that she wouldn’t be able to free herself, she opened her mouth. I shoved my ring and middle finger inside and her head dropped back onto my shoulder. I eased up on her throat, stroking it instead.

“I want to make you my whore, Alana.”

With a grunt, she turned her face to the side. I brought the fingers coated in her saliva and arousal to my own mouth and sucked on them with a groan. The way her body trembled spoke less of fear and more of burning desire.

“You didn’t win, so you don’t get a prize.”

I spun her around and grabbed onto her biceps to walk her backwards toward the bed. The backs of her thighs hit the mattress and she dropped into it. I stared down at her, trying to decide if I wanted to take her mouth or her pussy. The way she stared up at me made the former sound like a good option.

“Lie down.” I jerked my chin upward. She shook her head. “Do we need to have a lesson on who’s in charge here?”

With a huff, she crawled backward. She settled on the pillow, her chest rising and falling heavily. I licked my lips as I stared at her hard nipples. My knees dropped to the bed and her eyes were intent on me the entire time I approached. I used both hands to push her legs apart. Her pussy glistened from me fingering her and no doubt the fresh arousal born of her vulnerability in this position.

“Are you going to fuck me?” she whispered.

I looked up at her face. She moved her arms above her, then tucked them underneath the pillow. When she arched her hips, I leaned forward and slung her legs over my forearms. She was shaking like a leaf. I felt trapped by her this time, sucked into her own game. And it was a game; of that, I was sure.

Her expression wavered as her hand continued to move underneath the pillow. Pushing her knees to her chest, I thrust my hips forward. My jeans rubbed against her, causing a pained sound to escape her lips. As my cock hardened further, I continued making a grinding motion, forcing her to become desperate for her escape, enough so that she gave herself away.

She dug around beneath the pillow, searching for her means of escape, the whole reason she’d allowed me this close without a fight. I reached into my pocket and pulled out the knife, flipping it open. Her lips parted and a fresh wave of fear clouded her eyes.

“Wait,” she pleaded.

“Duplicitous, not clever. Did you intend to stab me? Kill me, perhaps?”

“N-no, I just… I wouldn’t…”

I dropped her legs and braced myself beside her head. “Let me spell this out for you, Alana.” Latching onto her throat, I dragged the blade over her cheek gently. “Even God cannot kill the devil. What made you think you could?”

“Please, Erebus, I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Moving the blade to her lips, I traced them with the tip. She was deathly still, her eyes locked on my face. “Open.”

Tears brimmed as she parted her lips. The edge scraped against her tooth as I pushed it inside. I ran the flat of it over her tongue, slowly moving it deeper. The beginning of a sob was building in her throat, but she fought it off to keep herself from moving.

“Suck on it.”

Her eyes squeezed shut and she closed her lips around the blade. My cock throbbed when her cheeks hollowed. I could feel the movement tug on the knife.

“Would you have gone for the neck? Or would you want to watch me suffer for longer? Maybe you’d want to remove my cock. It’s not as satisfying as you might think, although it might be different for you. Don’t move.”

I pulled the knife toward me, letting it slide through her lips. Her hands went to my thighs and she dug her fingers in. Fear had her in a chokehold, forcing her to hold onto the very person who was causing it.

“Look how compliant you are now. So fucking good for me.”