I feel my way down her body, spread her thighs wide. Settle my gaze on the sparse taper of her pubic hair, her swollen outer lips and glossy pink slit. With a thumb either side, I pull her apart, wait for her intake of breath. Then I peel up the hood of her clit. Exhale over her. When she writhes, I draw my thumbs down and press them past her slippery vulva, biting my tongue as her * swallows them whole.
Leo cries out and holds herself still, so full of my fingers, full where she's tight and wet—wetter than when I forced myself on her in this same room. That time, I had a gun; now I have a surgeon's knife, and she pays it the respect it deserves. I want to reward her obedience with an orgasm that tears through her like shards of glass and leaves crimson echoes in its wake.
The lamp light catches all the pretty pinks and reds of her *, and the shadows make every inch of her feel more forbidden than before. Her tanned thighs are smooth and untainted, and she utters little hmphs as I rub my stubble along the sensitive skin there, ushering blood to the surface in flushed, scattered clouds. Up close and stuffed with my thumbs, she looks obscene; more so when I spread her out completely, revealing pillowy inner flesh. I dip my tongue right in and lick along all I can reach, 'til I plough through stickiness that tastes like water and wine. My groan bounces off the confined space of her, makes everything simmer and vibrate, then on the way out, I bump her clit unintentionally—she jumps like I'm packing a thousand volts. Delicious.
It seems Rachel didn't tell Leo about our final encounter. The one where I...I probably shouldn't tempt myself, not tonight. But do I regret it? Tell me—if some exquisite creature lay down before you and offered your darkest desires, would you do what you wanted, or what you should? It was the end of all things for Rachel and me, yet because of that I'm here with Leo, who taunts me like a black market drug and fancies herself my antidote. God, if you could see her. You'd regret nothing.
You'd kill for five more minutes between her legs, and you'd choke any motherfucker who put up a challenge.
I pull out so fast that she squeals, shoving her belly down with one hand and scooping her forward with the other. Right into my mouth. Up she comes, panting and quivering, her clit almost hard on the tip of my tongue. But not harder than me—my cock throbs like she does, heavy and weightless at the same time.
We fall into a jagged war of a rhythm. It's the kind that skips beats because she's forcing her hips, the kind that provokes lustful anger. How much of this dirty girl can I get in my mouth? How slow can I drag my fingers inside her before she completely loses her shit? She's so wet I can barely keep my tongue on her, yet the way she's moaning, it won't be long...
Leo's so gone now that she doesn't notice my fist leave her thigh. I grope around for the scalpel, enclosing it fully in my hand before bringing it up again. I get a burst of her rapid pulse every time she closes her legs around my head; blood rushes past my eardrums in wave after wave of tide.
All her inner muscles begin to pull on my fingers. She's gasping, cursing, repeating my name. Any second now, baby. Even my cheeks are plastered with her, my nose full of her scent. Then she's almost yelling at me not to stop, don't stop, fuck, please don't stop, no, yes, yes, yes—
Yes—
And I'm exposing the blade—
Yes, Aeron, oh God—
And it's warm and waiting and hungry on her inner thigh—
Oh God God God I'm coming—
And she jerks right into the scalpel, tearing her skin, spurting scarlet across the left side of my face—
She screams. Pure, intoxicating pain and pleasure, throbbing into a mess she could never have expected and doesn't understand. Though I can't have that, I can't—what if some nosey ass neighbour hears her?—and so I'm throwing the scalpel sideways, yanking my track pants down, letting my cock slap out on her hot belly as I lurch upward to cover her mouth. She continues to yelp and struggle; little lion can see the blood on my face, though her protests steam damply into my palm. Her black button eyes are wide and crazy, fucked and beautiful. I hold her for long seconds until she quiets and slows.
"Good girl," I pant. "Good, so good." Because I'm going to have her now. Couldn't get up from between her legs if you put a gun to my head. Her wounded thigh is wrapped around my waist, blood going sticky on the cheek of my ass; I'll disturb it when I move inside her. Oh God. Yeah.
I run my free hand down her tied arms again, rub fresh blood toward her goose bumps. Another moment and I uncover her mouth.
"What have you done?" she hisses, half pained, half morbidly curious.
"Didn't do anything." I smooth her mussed-up hair. Roll my hips. My cock drops down to twitch against her wet, wet flesh. "You pushed yourself on to it. Bad Leo. Very bad."
"I—I'm bleeding."
"Mmm. Yes, you are." I kiss her throat. The pulse there, the hollows. The plain of smooth skin that leads to her jaw. Cold air in the welt of my spine; boiling body underneath me.
Her voice is so...vulnerable. She sounds like a small girl. "Am I okay...?"
"Probably not. Ah, sweetheart." I press into her, just an inch, but it's enough. I've wanted this for too long. "Can you feel that?"