Malum part 2

A cruel smirk sneaks onto his mouth. “Get up and get on the bed.”

I do, fumbling to my feet and backing up onto the bed. He pushes a button and a long blade switches out. He comes close, until his stomach is clenching in front of my face. He runs the blunt edge of the knife down my chest, my breathing thick and labored. He continues to drag it over my nipple, circling.

“Do you trust me?”

I lick my lips, my eyes closing.

“Answer me Tillie, did you, and do you, trust me?”

“Yes,” I whisper as he trails the knife down to my i

My eyes fire to life. “No.”

“Your second sin? Was not trusting me enough.” The blade twists and I feel a sting slice across my upper thigh. “I always said that I loved breaking you just so I could put you back together exactly how I wanted, maybe pocket a few pieces of you that you’d never get back. Maybe we could try that literally…”

My blood turns cold as I feel it drip down my i

He grins, dangling my white panties between us, as they hang on the tip of the blade he just fucking cut me with. Cunt cut me. But before I can think about that, he brings it to his nostrils and inhales deeply, a merciless grin possessing his lips.

“Mine.”

He yanks them off and runs them over my body before shoving me onto my back. I fall backward, my hair spreading out beneath me. I watch as he lowers between my thighs again. But instead of sucking my pussy, he licks up the blood that he made with the knife.

“That sin was brutal. I’m sorry, baby, you know how I get jealous…”

He sucks my thighs until my hips meet air, desperate for friction. He bites down hard, and then bites on my other side, climbing to the area where my thighs meet my pussy. He nibbles, and then leans up. His thick angry cock is pulsing, cum dripping off his tip. Nate tosses the blade across the room and lowers himself on top of me, his cock filling me up to the brim.

I scream in pleasure as another orgasm wracks at my bones from his simple invasion.

I’m so fucked with him.

He pulls out and flips me onto my stomach, gripping onto my hips and pulling me up until I’m face-down-ass-up. His fingers bite into my hips when he slams into me again, just as I’m riding my second orgasm. He pounds into me, his balls slamming against my clit. Sweat drips off my forehead as he continues his assault, tearing at my insides with every thrust. He spins me back onto my back, throwing me against the headboard.

I groan as my head smashes against the hard marble. My vision blurs, dizzying in and out. He crawls over, yanking me down the bed by the backs of my thighs and sinking inside slowly.

“Your last sin, was blaming yourself.”

He thrusts inside of me, his hand coming to the front of my throat. He squeezes until I wheeze for air. He presses into me again, and again, at a slow torturous pace and only giving me air when I’d tap on his arm.

His mouth comes to mine as his pace slows, his tongue slipping inside.

“Don’t ever do any of that shit again or I won’t release my grip next time.”

He releases my throat just as he grinds against my clit and another orgasm screams out of me, my body jerking, strung-out and battered.

Finally, he pulls out and grips his cock, pumping himself until his hot cum sprays out over my chest and face. He brings his fingers to it and swirls it around, and then lifts it to my mouth.

“Open.”

I do, sucking his salty liquid off the tip of his finger.

Falling back down beside me, he yanks the silk sheets up and pulls me under his arm. Once again too tired to wash his cum off me. My eyes close as he presses small kisses to my head and runs circles with his finger around my thigh.