𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

Chapter 10 | Slumber

TW: knifeplay, graphic sexual content

"Now lie down for me Miri. I'm not finished with you."

The words seem to shoot electricity into my veins. I let him take the invisible reigns in these empty walls, knowing when I was defeated.

I hadn't given up just yet.

The sinister look in his eyes told me he wanted this knife to go through me. To hit me in places that others would find unimaginable. And whilst it took a level of trust and communication to allow someone to hold such a delicately sharp object near you, I felt that level of trust with him.

I knew that at any moment, if I wanted any of this to stop, all I had to do was say that little 8 lettered word.

"Lift your hips up for me beautiful." He says, and all I want is to feel him rubbing against me. "You feel so good Miri...fuck." He comes back inside of me, one wrapped around my airways with another holding a knife to it.

He's standing up at the edge of the bed, towering over me as I start to fuck myself against him, creating beautiful sounds between us. I hadn't completely submitted just yet, and I could tell we'd be at this until one of us did. My cries and his groans mixed together, and the thrill of next door neighbours hearing us only made the exchange so much sweeter.

"Tell me when you're going to cum." He says, adjusting himself to pound into me at a different angle, one that hits my sweet spot unimaginably. The knife has started making the contact with my skin as I move with him, and the fear in my eyes convinces him to trail the object down my body.

He could feel me clenching around him and my desperation soon took over. "I-I'm going to sir..." I let out, holding onto his bedsheets, my head thrown back in ecstasy.

But then he stops.

I look back at him all hazed and confused. Beg." He says, kneeling infront of me, his breath hot against my pussy.

"Please sir.. I'll do anything."

A grin creeps up on his face, he won't forget that.

At the moment, my pleas and cries soon convince him to continue. He takes my thighs and starts devouring me, like he hadn't eaten in days.
Swirling his tongue around my clit, he feels just how swollen it is, ready for release.

My whimpers seem to take over the entire room, and I can see him stroking himself to the act he's providing.

"Don't hold back... I want to hear you scream, give it to me darling." With his permission, I clutched his hair, holding him in place as his tongue swirled inside of me. I can't help but find myself arching my back into him, letting out whatever guttural moans had previously been repressed before.

"You're doing really well, keep going." The chaos mixed with the bouts of praise leaves me practically riding his face. I can tell he's letting me do this, letting me ride out my orgasm to the best of my abilities.

I didn't know what I ever did to deserve him in my life.

When I was done, he cleaned me up with his tongue. As he comes back up, I realised that he still hadn't came.
I lift my dangling legs off of the side of the bed. He lies down at its intended position, stroking the ends of my legs with the gentlest of touches.