She tried to rake her fingers through his hair, but he took her hands and laced his fingers with hers.
She didn’t notice her hands were moving until they were over her head, pressed against the wrought iron head board. She heard a metallic click.
“Handcuffs?” Her mouth twitched with a sudden urge to laugh. She’d been very open with him about her darker tastes in the beginning of their relationship, but he preferred a vanilla sex life. And now her sweet, unassuming fiancé had handcuffed her to his bed. She cleared her throat noisily to muffle a giggle.
“Mi amor, really – you don’t need to do this. I’m more than satisfied with what-”
He got up and walked out of the bedroom without even letting her finish. She sighed and looked down at herself. She wore only a pair of coral panties he said ‘brought out the color of her cunt’. He walked in holding a peach and something long and thin.
“Can I have a bite?” She wriggled sensuously. He crawled on the bed and straddled her chest.”Hey! I’m not a piece of furniture, mister!” He pinched one of her nipples. He put the object down between her breasts, and took a sloppy bite from the peach. Juice ran down his chin and dripped onto her. “What are you doing, damn it? You know I hate being sticky!”
He arched his eyebrow and smiled. “Is that so?”
She tried to buck him off but he grabbed the object between her breasts, flipped his wrist and exposed a gleaming blade. A balisong. Although she was upset and she could barely breathe, she laughed. He was the last person on Earth she’d expect to own any kind of weapon scarier than a chef’s knife – and a relatively dull one, at that. He started to make fluid practiced movements and the knife flashed and circled just inches above her face. Her mouth dropped open.
“You know, our relationship thus far has been a voyage of discovery,” he said. “And we’re going to take quite a trip tonight.”
She didn’t giggle when he reached down and pulled two bobby pins out of her hair. She couldn’t quite believe what was going on. How did he know how to handle that knife like the men in the movies…and what was all that talk about a voyages and trips? It was cheesy, even for him.
He set the half-eaten peach on her chest, then dried his hand on his t-shirt. The peach felt stereotypically suggestive. He pulled a bobby pin open with his teeth, his eyes never leaving hers. He knocked the peach off her. She saw his hands moving in her peripheral vision, and felt a sharp pain on one of her nipples. He’d used the bobby pin to clamp her nipple! Her mouth dried up with sudden lust, but she still couldn’t believe what was happening. He was a nice man – her man – not some ruthless Dom. Her mouth moved but she couldn’t figure out what to say to this stranger. He squeezed the small metal tines of the bobby pin until she groaned.
“Ever since I first spoke to you, I knew that I would fall in love you,” He pinched her other nipple. She sucked in breath and shivered with the pain. “In fact, I’ve often wondered to myself whether I fell in love with you before that and I am not a believer in love at first whatever.”
She licked her lips, but her tongue was dry. “Me neither, but I loved you ever since you first made me laugh.” She was surprised at the huskiness of her own voice. He sat down beside her and started to play with the knife again. She watched him with bated breath, expecting him to cut off a finger at any moment.
“I used to do this all the time – dick around with knives. They helped to relax me.” He didn’t take his eyes off the blade. She flinched when he suddenly put his hand near her face. She saw all the little silvery scars that she’d previously dismissed as sports abrasions. “As you can see, I wasn’t always this good.” She shook her head as if to knock something loose. Her nipples had begun to throb. It had been a while since she’d felt that kind of pleasurable ache, but she was confused. She couldn’t imagine her fiancé as a man who once played with knives – much less endured pain to play with them – but she couldn’t deny seeing the strange light in his eyes as he flipped it back and forth between both hands. “I could once do it with two, but I lost the other one when I moved.” Her nipples were nearly purple, and he licked his lips so slowly that she felt it in her clit. She wanted him right then, but not like that. She wanted her old boyfriend back.
“Darling, you don’t need to do any of this to impress me – you’ve already impressed me enough,” she said, trying to lighten the mood. “Let me go, and I’ll suck the come out of your cock.”
“Don’t patronize me, dah-link.” He cut through one side of her panties.
“Aren’t these your favorite?” Her voice was squeaky with fear. Although she’d told him some aspects of her past, she’d never disclosed the fact that she was terrified of knives. It was one thing to watch him play, but another entirely for him to use it on her.
“Yes, they are.” He sliced easily through the other side and pulled them off. He looked at her pussy and smirked. Her lips were glossy with wetness, and her clit already stuck out between her plump cunt lips. He’d once told her eating her out tasted like sticking a whole Maldon salt caramel into his mouth; sticky, sweet, salty. She giggled nervously and closed her eyes so her heart would slow down.
He pressed the flat of the blade against her inner thigh. “Please, baby, let me go. I’ll do anything you like, but put that goddamned knife away!” She squealed and tried to pull her hands from the cuffs. Her teeth chattered with fear. He exhibited a calm she’d never seen more than ten seconds after an orgasm. He was still playing around with her ruined panties, and as she watched, he sliced them in two through the crotch. The knife was so sharp he barely had to pull on the cloth. It occurred to her that he wanted her to see that.
“What made you think that telling me about your previous sexcapades wouldn’t fuck with my head?” He put the knife down on her belly and threw one piece of her panties over his shoulder. Again, she didn’t know exactly what to respond. He’d asked her questions about her past, and she’d answered them as honestly as she could because she loved him.
“I told you because I didn’t want to keep anything from you…if I remember correctly, you told me-”
He interrupted her.
“It ill-behooved you, baby. I find it surprising that you’d think it proper to tell me about strange men hurting you for pleasure.” He rolled the piece of underwear in his white-knuckled fist.
“I’m so sorry. I never meant to make you feel less of a man for-” He stuffed the panties in her open mouth and then patted her face a bit too hard. She was so in shock that her eyes filled with tears.
“Save it,” he said.
Her face still stung from his slaps, and her sorrow quickly turned to anger. Who was he to judge and find her wanting for the life she’d chosen to live before him? Her chest burned with bitterness, and she’d grown tired of the game. She clamped her legs shut. If he wanted to play under those conditions, she simply would not respond.
“So you’re just going to shut down, are you?” She felt the flat of the blade beneath her belly button. Her breath became ragged with fear. “You let those strangers do frightful things to you, Amira, but you’re closing your legs to me, your ‘beloved’?” His voice was rough with either lust or anger, and her lip quivered. His eyes were on fire, and his mouth was curled into a crooked grin that scared her. She turned away, and her legs remained resolutely closed.
“Open your legs, Amira.” His voice was almost gentle. She didn’t move. The blade scratched at the little patch of pubic hair above her slit, but she remained still. “Open your legs for me.” He sounded a little colder. She sniffled and shook her head no. He pressed the blade below her belly button hard enough to sting. “Open them.”
When she didn’t move, he dragged the blade across and made a shallow cut right above her pubic mound. The sudden burn made her buc with surprise, and he opened her legs easily and slid four fingers inside her. She cried with shock when she looked at the impossibly crimson drops of blood oozing from the two ends of the cut.
His hair tickled her thighs as he slammed his hand into her. She focused on the oozing wound on her belly, but prickles of pleasure made her toes curl and her heart beat so fast she could see it in the edges of her vision. He bared his teeth as he tried to thrust his fingers deeper inside her, but her pussy was too tight. He spread her legs as far as they could go, then pulled his cock out of his boxers. The tip was already messy with precum. She tugged at the handcuffs and tried to close her legs, but he rubbed his cock between her pussy lips. He looked intently into her eyes and moaned, and her cheeks burned with frustration. She was hurt, but she still arched. He smiled.
“You’re a well-trained whore. Maybe I should thank my predecessors.” He gave her cunt a long, hungry look.
Her eyes went glassy. She couldn’t believe he’d called her a whore.
He got her attention by pinching one of her pussy lips painfully. She tried to close her legs again, but he put his shoulder in between them and pinched her other lip. “You have a perfect cunt for pounding.” He backhanded it. It sounded like a wet plop, and his knuckle hit her clit. She yipped with pain. He got close enough for her to feel the heat of his face on her bruised flesh.
“I can see my hand in it,” he whispered, and licked slowly around her clit. She moaned through the cloth, but something caught her eye. His hair had fallen in the wound, making feathery red lines on her belly. Suddenly, he lifted his head and licked around the seeping wound. Her eyes widened with a mix of disgust and arousal. His tongue was still red with her blood when he bowed his head back between her legs and resumed licking her. Her thighs clamped on his stubbly cheeks, but he spread her legs and slid two wet fingers inside her ass. She arched again and lifted her knees to her chest.
He’d never touched her there.
She wiggled as he slid a third finger inside her and stretched her out, and her pussy closed and open slowly. Wetness dripped down to her ass.
“What a sprightly slut,” he said. He slid his fingers deeper and gave her pussy a long, slow lick. She wanted to be angry at his name calling, but instead she opened her legs further. He pulled his fingers out and squeezed her cunt lips so she dripped freely onto her asshole. “I’ve never seen anything more profanely lovely.” She watched him as he slid his cock into her ass for the first time. His face was serious until he was completely inside her. When she clenched around him, his mouth pursed with pleasure.
She hurt as he fucked her, but the pain only made her more eager. He rubbed her clit and spread her tiny inner lips to expose her fully. Her pussy winked at him.
“Fuck, that’s pretty.” He slid his thumbs inside her. His eyes fell closed when he felt her warmth from both holes. His fingers played with her hard clit.
It was so good to feel him doing that to her…taking her like that. She couldn’t couldn’t take her eyes off him. He could do whatever he wanted to her; he’d always been able to, and she was happy that he wanted to cleanse her of the memory of the other men who had taken her before him. She started to pant tellingly, and he pulled his thumbs out of her pussy and pinched her clit hard and fast. The handcuffs clinked and ground as she curved into herself with her orgasm, and she squirted and twitched as he watched. He gave a high-pitched whistle and pulled out of her ass.
“And I thought it was just a myth.” He licked her clean, swirling his tongue along her swollen flesh. He’d filled her ass for the first time, but now her pussy ached to be filled. She moaned into her gag and came again as he sucked her clit in the fast, fluttery way that drove her mad. His face was wet to the cheeks when he stopped. He slowly pulled the cloth out of her mouth and kissed her.
“I love you so much, mi bien… so very much,” she said. He quickly pulled off the bobby pins, then tugged at one nipple while licking the other. She sucked her teeth from the pain, but the heat of his tongue on her made her clit throb again.
He moved up her body and straddled her chest. Her breasts screamed with the pressure and weight, and the shadow of his cock cut diagonally across her face. “This might be unpleasant.” He slid his cock to the back of her throat. He grabbed a handful of hair and thrust into her mouth. “You took theirs, so you’ll take mine too,” he said, and her heart dropped. Tears slid down the sides of her face as he slammed into her mouth so deeply his balls pressed against her chin. He pulled his cock out, and long strings of spittle dripped onto her chin. She took big bites from the air and hiccupped.
“I loved you most of all… far more than anyone before you,” she said, and her voice was thick with pain. “I just want you to know that.”
His eyes got shiny, but he shoved his cock inside her mouth until she trembled with her need to gag. Once it passed, she sucked on him hungrily. She tasted herself, but his taste was irresistible to her. Her mouth watered and her fingers twitched, eager to touch. His balls tightened on her chin and he pulled out of her mouth mid-suck.
He slid inside her in one fluid movement with a look in his eye that made her gasp. “You know I’m not fixed-”
He already knew the risk he was taking. He fell on top of her and dug his fingers in her hips as he ground into her. She tried to steel herself against him, tighten up as if it would somehow stop the inevitable, but her body was too attuned to him; she couldn’t help moving her hips to the rhythm of his thrusts. He bit into her shoulder hard enough to make her groan.
“You’re mine now,” he growled between thrusts.”No matter who happened before, only mine.” He moaned and pressed his face into her neck. She was slippery with his sweat. He fucked through the delicious tightness and she knew she would come again, and then he would come inside her, and their lives would change. He’d plant a piece of himself deep inside her womb, and it would mix with a part of her and bind her to him forever. She groaned with the pleasure of the thought. Sweat dripped from her neck down onto the bed, and his ragged breaths sounded wet against her skin. “Only for me,” he said, and she felt his cock pulse inside her. She gasped and her heart raced – there was no turning back now – but the fact that he was marking her for himself made her pussy suck and grasp at him. They came together, and even after their bodies had stilled, he remained inside her.
He finally unlocked her handcuffs. Her shoulders were tingling, but she still took him in her arms. She cradled his face in her hands and noticed that his long lashes were dark and wet. She realized it had not been sweat dripping down her neck as he took her, but tears. Her heart nearly burst with love even though her wrists were bruised and her belly stung.
Pain for pain. They were even now.
“Only for you,” she said, and wrapped her legs around him and took him deeper inside of her.