A/N: Knife play warning!
Don't worry, there's consent, but don't read it if you're not into that.
If you're still with me: enjoy! It's the longest chapter ever written for this fic.
Big thanks to April, Ella and Steph for their blessing.
"Gimme that, doe." I struggle with her, play-fighting for the fucking sharp weapon in her dainty little hands.
Her smile is wide, a psycho glimmer in her eyes as she holds up the knife and licks the blade. It's fucking terrifying, so why does it feel like I'm harder than I've ever been in my fucking life? She holds the knife high above her head, one hand braced on my chest, right over my erratic heartbeat.
"What the fuck were you up to, bringing this here, anyway?" She asks. I bite my lip, my tongue ring clattering against my teeth as I play with it nervously.
"I don't even fucking know." I shake my head and start laughing, seeing the humor in the both of us laying on top of the plush carpet that's no doubt leaving a rug burn on her bare shins.
"You wanted to scare me, Masen? Pretend you're the big, bad wolf?"
"You're no innocent little piggy, that's for sure."
"I don't scare easily, babe. You should know that by now." It's the first time she's ever called me anything else but 'Masen', and I fucking like it — I'm ecstatic and a weird surge of warmth spreads through my chest cavity.
I push her hair out of her beautiful face, fingers lingering on her reddened cheek.
"Yeah, I do. You're the girl who's fucking the guy she hired to kill her." I chuckle.
"There's only one thing wrong with that picture you're painting." She goes on, lifts the shirt she's wearing over her head. She sits up, straight-back and tits out, enjoying the way I stare at her hungrily. I can't help myself but cup her tits in my hands
"What's that, baby?"
"That it's been entirely too long since you fucked me. That's all." She shrugs, smiling down at me. Right now I want to take a picture of her; legs alongside mine, dark hair framing her heart-shaped face, hard nipples begging me to suck them into my mouth and play with them. Bella shifts her body, moving her ass around until she makes me groan, pressing my cock against her wet little thong.
"Don't move." I whisper, my voice hoarse. I sit up and lean my back against the wall, bracing my hands on her bare ass to drag her with me. She squeals a little and lowers her hand, clutching the knife to my thick hoodie. Her eyebrows knit together, eager to know what I'm up to. But I won't fucking tell her, I'll show her. I finally know why I brought my knife here.
One hand curls around her fist as I untangle the handle from her grip, taking it from her. "Stay very still." I continue. She bites her lip again, the delicate flesh reddening, and I still haven't had a taste of her mouth.
I drag the blade down her collarbones, in between her perky tits, and circle her nipples with the tip. She's breathing so heavily, and as I move one hand down her little waist and down to her silk-covered crotch, I moan at how wet she is. I circle and tease her over the fabric while my knife draws superficial little patterns on her pale skin. She shudders against me, breathing shakily.
"Why do I like this so much?" I let out a chuckle.
"Because you're fucking crazy."
The blade slides down her tight stomach, leaving a raised red line in its wake before I fist the side of her thong. I press the side of the knife against her clit and apply some pressure with the broad blade, her hands sliding under my hoodie. I stop when she moves because I don't want to fucking hurt my girl.
"Bella. I told you not to fucking move, okay?"
In one fell swoop, I fist the side of her thong and slide my knife through the right side, tearing the fabric with ease. She'll know how sharp it is now.
Bella gasps and gives me a lopsided grin, her tongue tracing the edges of her teeth as she stares down at me. Her chin meets her chest as she peers at her half exposed crotch and she arches a brow at me.
"I'm not fucking around, Doe. You gotta listen to me when I'm handling this." I throw at her, but she's barely listening — lost in the way I'm still rubbing her clit, her head lulled to the side as she downright fucks my hand. Her eyes gleam dangerously before she opens her fucking mouth.
"Make me."
I groan, pursing my lips as my heart beats even faster. I abandon her pussy and run a path up her body. As if she knows what I'm about to do, she leans her head back, exposing her long, slender neck. She's made for my grip. She fucking leans in when my fingers curl around her throat, stretching my arm so her back arches more.
"Up." I pull slightly as she makes her legs lift herself off me. I throw her against the wall, her bare back against the grainy wallpaper of the hotel room. My body is flush against hers, fingers losing their grip as I cut into the other side of her underwear; the silk falls to the floor. I smirk at my girl before I put the knife in between my teeth; the handle is a little heavy, but I've done this before. I know what the fuck I'm doing — she loves what I'm doing.
My hands slide down her beautiful, slender body; over the curve of her wider hips until they rest on her ass cheeks, massaging them, pressing her lower body into my hard-as-fuck cock. I swear I'm going to explode soon, but right now I want to make Bella feel good.
I'm too hot and yank off my hoodie, my T-shirt coming off with it too, leaving me bare-chested against her. Her nails rake on my chest, leaving little red tracks over black ink. Yes, baby. Just like that.
Instead of lifting her up and fucking her against the wall right away, I lift one of her legs and let it fall in the crook of my elbow, her pussy exposed — bared for me. I pull the knife out from between my teeth and press a wet, fervent kiss onto my girl's lips. She struggles to push her against me, wanting more, but I pull back and grip her upper arm to steady her against the wall, making her lift her leg higher, one knee in between her creamy legs. My thigh brushes her aching, wet core and she moans.
"Fuck, yeah. Right there." I smile at her, lick the spot below her ear. "Right there, baby?" I repeat my action and she claws her nails into the back of my neck, answering my question.
I'm lost inside her noises, and as she opens them, inside her eyes that beg me for more; for release. As she loses friction, she pouts at me, moving her head from side to side. Baby's frustrated.
I lick my lips and then lick hers; love how she cranes her neck so I'll give her more. The blade in hand, let the blunt back glide and scrape its way down, way down until cold metal sits between her hot, glistening lips.
"Does that make you feel good?" I purr, watching her intently, making her unravel without actually touching her. There's no risk of nicking the skin here with the blunt side down, but I press down a little until she's squirming. I push her leg, making her gasp as I stretch her muscles, reminding her of her promise. That she needs to be fucking frozen as a statue. Her skin is blotchy red, flushed all the way down to her tits with red marks where I grazed her.
I suck on the side of her neck when I pull back the knife, lean back, and hold it up to her face with a smirk. "Lick it." I mumble. Brown eyes narrow and spit fire, desire, trust all mixed into one. She's letting me play with her with a deadly weapon — she better trust me, now.
She curls slim fingers over mine. Her skin is hot and smooth as she grabs my hand, pulls the shiny blade to her lips. My eyes turn to slits as I watch her, watch me, her pouty mouth pressed against shiny metal, before she drags her tongue down the side slowly as if she's licking my fucking cock. "Do you like the way you taste, love? Because to me, your pussy is the most exquisite thing I've ever had on my tongue." She smirks, and then her mouth is on mine. I can taste her on her own lips, it's setting me into overdrive. She devours my mouth, playing a dangerous game with me and my dick as she sucks my tongue, flicks at my piercing. My hips buck against her exposed pussy and she lets go of me, eyes twinkling. I've had more than enough foreplay for about a month. I need to bury myself deep inside her, feel her grip on my cock and never let her let go.
"Fuck, baby…" I groan, pulling our hands — the blade away from her gorgeous face. She bites her lip again, opens her mouth, then closes it again.
"What is it?" The path of my thubm glides over her wet bottom lip. She licks it but pulls back again.
"Cut me." She pants, pushing her leg down so I'll let go. Her upper back leans against the wall, the sandpapery texture of the wallpaper probably scraping along her skin. My eyes widen, and I worry that she's fucking lost her mind. I frown and open my mouth, but she presses a finger to my lips instead. I take her hand in my free one and examine her expression. She wants this. She really, really does.
"What?" I question. I need to hear her say this; reassure me that I'm not fucking delusional. Fuck, maybe we both are.
"Fucking cut me, babe." She's kissing my neck now and I can barely think by the time her fingers fumble with the drawstring of my shorts and she pulls the material down my thighs. My dick twitches as her hand rubs against me, making me hiss, face so hot it's like I'm hanging above a cloud of steam. I step out of my cotton shorts, leaving us naked in a room, both panting. My cock is leaking at the tip, screaming at me to fucking do it already.
She takes my hand again, points the tip of my blade right at her pubic bone. I look down at her, wide-eyed.
"Do it here, please. It's fucking yours, anyway." I lick my lips at her request, pondering her words; barbell in between my teeth.
"I'm not gonna fucking hurt you. Want to wear my signature? We'll get you a fucking tattoo." I grumble.
She pulls me close, a savage look in her eyes that replaces the doe. I can't decide which part of her I love more, though.
"You're paying, make it happen." She giggles. "But fuck me, please. I can't stand it any longer."
"Yeah, if you get any wetter we'll have to pay to get this fucking carpet cleaned." She slaps my cheek, and I chuckle at her with raised brows, challenging her.
"Oh, baby. I wish you wouldn't have done that…"
I throw her back against the wall, and she moans as I hoist her up, my hands firmly on her ass, before I press her back harder with my chest, aligning myself with her hot, little pussy. I waste no more time and give it to her hard, so fucking deep I almost come right away.
"Mhm, yes!" She exclaims, fingers tangling with my hair, pulling at the roots until I groan at both sensations, gripping her waist tightly, leaving marks. She kisses me with pure passion, wet and hot and full of fire. I'm biting her lip, and tug as I thrust into her — so fucking forceful it might permanently etch her back into the wall.
"Can't believe I made it this long without you," I grunt, feeling her get tighter and tighter, strangling my dick violently as her muscles flutter and clamp down on me.
"I know, me too." She pants, burying her face into my neck. Bella bites down hard when she comes unannounced, muffling the most beautiful sound I've ever heard.
"Fuck." I shake my head, feeling how slick our movements are, skin on skin mixed with wetness that echoes through the hotel room. The neighbors are going to be fucking pissed, but that only makes me work harder. My legs almost give out as my balls clench, the familiar tingle making its way through my entire body. I almost don't want to come, make this last forever, but I'm shaking everywhere and I need to let go. It's been way too fucking long, and we have all the time in the world to do this over and over again.
"Yes, babe. Let go, come inside me." I'm sweating profusely, her dirty fucking words pushing me off the edge. I feel like an animal, panting until my fingers dig deep into the soft flesh of Bella's thighs and she moans as I grunt, spilling inside her. I rest my forehead against her, both breathing heavily, both covered in a sheen of sweat. She looks fucking gorgeous like this, mine, claimed. I can't wait to see her like this for the rest of my life.
"I fucking love you, Doe." I say the L-word, surprised at how easily it slips from my tongue. She caresses my stubbled jaw tenderly, eyes melted chocolate.
"I love you."
FYI: Don't engage in KP if you've never handled a blade before. Masen is a professional.