Page 151 of Wallflower

Ripley’s teeth tug along my bottom lip as his left hand travels up my chest to grip my throat. My eyes roll back as his fingers tighten. “Lay on your side,” he whispers, pulling his kiss away as my head spins. He releases my neck, gently pushing against my sternum.

I fall back onto the bed with a gasp, rolling to comply with his instruction.

Placing the knife handle between his teeth, he crawls beside me. Sliding his hands beneath my body, he maneuvers me up the bed, stretching the chain to its max.

Readying the knife in his hand, he steadies me with the other. “Ready?” he asks.

My pulse pounds in my ears. Am I? The thought of this has always turned me on, willingly hurting for another who craves it.

I like the pain too, want it with a ravenous desire. Now that it’s happening, the anticipation mixes with anxiety. Being cut is different than being slapped and spanked.

Taking a calming breath, I whisper my reply, “Yes.”

Ripley’s grin turns feral, hot cock pulsing against my ass as he kneels behind me. “You can’t move this time or I could fuck it up.”

“I know.”

His eyes narrow, blade moving toward my skin, and I tense, waiting for that first slice of pain.

Ripley pauses, clearly hesitating.

I know he claims to be a sadist. Maybe he thinks himself a woman-hater with a need for control, but he doesn’t hate me, and it’s causing his catastrophic turmoil.

He shakes his head, shaggy hair hanging over his eyes. He’s deadly, so fucking sexy, my pussy grips at nothing.

“If you don’t want to, it’s okay,” I offer.

He doesn’t reply as his hand abandons my hip, fingers dragging over the swell of my ass before gripping his cock. Rip swipes through my arousal, pressing into me with a low groan.

“I want to feel how much you like it.” He slowly rocks his hips, working himself in deep at this angle. “Give you pleasure with your pain.”

I whimper a response and nod, losing myself to this heady situation.

Stopping his thrusts, Ripley’s free hand grabs my hip tight. Lowering the knife, he looks to me one last time, hovering the blade a hairsbreadth from my flesh. I give a small nod of encouragement, and Ripley’s hesitation starts to melt away.

The first bite of pain is jarring, but welcome, a sting I can’t outrun. Cold metal moves across my skin, slowly warming as my blood paints the steel, splitting it open with almost no pressure.

The burn is euphoric, lighting a fuse deep inside my gut as I fight to stay still. Rip’s dick flexes inside me and I moan as my pussy threatens to squeeze the life out of it. “Shit, Rose, stop that. I can’t focus.”

“Hurry,” I pant, “I can’t?—”

He lifts the blade from my skin as his head falls back, groaning deep in his throat. He circles his hips. “I’ve only just started, you need to control yourself.”

“Kind of hard, babe.” His head lifts, eyes shooting to mine. I’ve never called him that before, and I know I just lit a fire I’ll never be able to outrun. “Please, finish…” I whine, “I need to fuck you. Please, I’ll be good. I’ll be still. Just, finish.”

“I’m fucking about to, stop talking like that and squirming on my cock.”

“Ripley!” I exclaim.

His left hand comes down hard on my ass and I buck in response, constricting around him. “Behave,” he growls.

“I’m trying!” I shout, using every ounce of willpower I possess to be a damn statue.

The warm trickle of blood travels down my thigh as he resumes his task, meticulously carving each letter. Such care and concentration floods his features, muscular body pressed flush with mine. My insides tighten with each new taste of pain, pussy leaking out around his thickness, soaking the sheets once more.

“Almost done,” he chokes, barely hanging on.

That makes two of us.