Page 84 of Stolen Princess

“It’s just us here. You trust me, and I trust you. Shouldn’t doesn’t matter. We do. Does it feel good?”

My face flames even as I utter, “Yes.”

“Do you want to come on my knife?”

Oh my god. Oh my god. “Ferrin.”

“You’re fearless, remember? Powerful and in control.”

I’m not fearless. “I’m scared. What if I move and cut myself? I can barely stand as it is. What if I get hurt?”

The moment the words leave my lips, I know I’m asking about more than the knife.

“I’ve never trusted anyone before. Not even my parents when I was a small boy because instinctively, I knew better. I’m greedy with you. I’m greedy for you. I won’t cut you, but if I do, I’ll cut myself after, and we can bleed together.”

I swallow my breath. Then nod.

He pulls the knife from me, and a sharp exhale leaves me winded, but before I can regain my bearings, he’s pushing me down to the sand, away from the water. The sun blinds me, and I blink, squinting and squeezing my eyes shut, only to snap them back open when he spreads my thighs and pushes the knife back into me.

I cry out, my elbow digging into the sand to hold me up, and my other hand is on the top of his head, trying to push him off.

He lifts his chin and gazes up at me through his dark lashes from between my thighs. His tongue comes out and licks my clit, and holy fuck! My head falls back, and I moan, my body not my own as it betrays me.

“Fuck, that’s so goddamn hot. Look how your pussy swallows my knife.”

I can’t look. It’s too much. Too depraved and wrong.

“It’s okay to like something that feels wrong. You’re trusting me, and I’ll prove to you with this that you can.”

I nod.

“You taste so good.” He rings my clit with his tongue while holding the knife inside of me still. “It’s like I can taste your fear and desire as one. I never thought something like this would turn me on, but I’ve also never been harder in my life.”

Slowly, I open my eyes and look down. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever seen, but he’s right. It’s oddly arousing and terrifying at once.

He pumps the knife in and out of me, going a little deeper each time. I’m too afraid to move. I’m stone still, both of us watching.

“Ferrin,” I whisper as he plays with my clit, sucking on it and licking it. “I don’t want to come on it.”

“What do you want to come on, baby?”

Baby. He called me that in the shower last night. I heard it, but it didn’t fully register until now. It’s always been princess or darlin’, but baby is when he’s being careful with me, when he’s taking care of me. It relaxes my muscles and eases my thoughts.

“You,” I tell him, not caring if it’s his fingers, tongue, or cock.

“You sure you don’t want to come on this?”

No, I’m not sure.

He pushes it deeper into me, then back out. The butt of the knife is straight with a curved piece at the butt of the handle. It’s hitting my front wall, right on that spot, and it feels so good.

“I won’t let you hurt yourself on it. Let go. It’s okay. Fuck it back. Show it no mercy.”

Endorphins swim through me, making me high. Show it no mercy. It hits me then. I want to ride the edge of limits. I want to play with fire and feel the burn. I don’t want to shrink back because I’m afraid of pain, and I don’t want fear to be a driving force for me ever again.

I roll into the knife, keeping my legs wide but allowing my body to take it. To succumb.

“Yeah. That’s it. Fuck, that’s it.”