Primal Pursuit

I crouch and lick a path from her thigh, sucking up her blood from the thin, shallow cut, right up to her cunt lips, and I drag one into my mouth, pulling on it, biting and nibbling and sucking until she’s a trembling, shaking, gasping mess. Then, ignoring her sweet little swollen bundle of nerves, I pass over her clit and lick and suck up along the cut on her torso.

I then bite hard on the soft mound of one tit, and then the other. Those hard nipples are calling me, and she’s arching her back, begging for me to take them, so I do.

I suck one into my mouth, rubbing and running my tongue over the nub. I sink my teeth into it, and she letsout a thready scream of a moan. I tug back on her breast as I play with the other, pulling it from her chest, twisting, as I suck and bite and pull with my mouth on the first.

I switch sides, and she’s sobbing, trying to shove her breasts at me, her hips working like a piston—fruitless because I fucking ignore it.

Releasing her tits, I run a hand over her ass and bite and suck and kiss her throat, all the way to her ear.

“If you don’t stop begging with that cunt, pushing it at me, I’ll shove the handle of my knife up there, and you’ll have to figure out how not to cut those soft thighs on the blade as I fuck you with it.”

Part of me wants to go there, but she’s too precarious here. When I cut her, make her bleed, it needs to be on my terms. Not an accident. And that knife is a little too broad.

“Do it,” she hisses at me. “Now.”

“A little reminder that we started this game with the rule that there is no safe word. You can shout ‘savage’ until kingdom come, and I won’t fucking stop.”

“The only thing I’ll shout is your name, Davian. Now, do it.”

Christ. This woman.

I snarl as I hook her feet into the rails, holding her there. I step back, take off my tie, and start wrapping it around the top of the blade so I can hold it. I’m not going to lie and say my heart isn’t going absolutely apeshit right now, and my cock is hard enough to fuck a hole in concrete. I’m aching everywhere, my blood siphoning through the depravities, making it thicker. Stronger. Darker.

It’s turning into something I can’t control. Something Idon’t want to control.

The knife’s handle is thick. Ridged. And I meet her gaze.

“You are one fucked up rabbit.”

“And you’re a sadistic wolf.”

I kiss her softly. “You’ve got no fucking idea.”

I go to my knees and push her legs wider, the scent of her wet pussy driving me wild.

Using the top of the handle, I run it over her cunt, gently at first, and she moans.

“There’s no safe word, Rabbit. None at all. So you keep your fucking legs wide.”

And then I slowly push the handle into her, watching as it disappears into her cunt little by little.

I don’t think I’ve ever been jealous of an object before.

I am now, because the fucking sounds she makes imbed themselves on my soul, stir my libido into a higher level of frenzy—her body taking every inch beautifully.

Her stomach flutters, and she moans like she’s getting the dicking of her life. I reach the hilt. Literally. And it’s the most depraved, exquisite sight I’ve seen in my life.

Slowly, I fuck her with the handle, and she’s trying not to shake, not to move. I slide my hand to her thigh, pressing against it to keep her spread and in place, because though her feet are hooked, and the knife’s blade faces me, things can happen.

“F-faster, Davian,” she begs with a lazy tenor in her voice. “Harder…please.”

“Filthy fucking rabbit.”

I do as she asks. And her moans rise higher.

My dick strains harder.

The sight of her pussy being worked by my knife, the risk attached to it, it’s a kind of thrill that can make me come instantly.