Page 27 of Hollow Forest

The blunt side pressed against the seam of my jeans.

Slowly, torturously slowly, it pushed down, rubbing over my tightly clenched muscles.

The pressure was perfect. My core convulsed, and liquid heat drenched my pussy.

He pulled the hem of my sweatshirt up. Without touching my skin, he plucked the revolver from the waistband.

“You won’t be needing this.” As he spoke, he popped the cylinder loose and dumped the bullets on the ground.

“Hey!” I protested.

He set the weapon down, and before I could process his movements, he flicked his wrist and ran the tip of the knife from my knee to the apex of my thigh. It was a quick, decisive movement. His hands were sure and steady as he repeated the same lethal move on the other side.

I didn’t have time to scream.

Cool air sizzled over my skin. I gasped and clenched my muscles tight. But I never felt the kiss of the blade.

“Spread your legs, beautiful,” the monster in a mask growled. “That’s it, a little wider.”

I told myself I was obeying so I didn’t wind up with a horrible bikini shave. This wasn’t hot. That wasn’t my arousal on the blade after he cut the cotton strip of my panties and held the knife up to the dim moonlight. I was delusional.

But his next words confirmed I was lying to myself.

“Look at that,” he mused. “So fucking wet for me. What a good girl.”

I forgot to inhale. Black spots formed seconds later, but I was too focused on the hilt of the knife rubbing against my clit. Pleasure shot through me, and when I finally gasped from the lack of air, it was a desperate, guttural sound.

He smiled. The fiendish grin mixed with the silvery moonlight made the skull half mask look real. This man was a monster.

And I was his prey.

But the wonderful torment was gone too soon.

The monster plunged the blade deep in the soft earth. Tugging my bound hands, he made it clear what he wanted me to do.

Just in case I misunderstood, he added, “You’re going to fuck yourself on that knife.”

I was too far gone to protest.

I leaned forward, shifting my knees against the soft ground. The trees shivered in delight as they watched the unholy scene unfold.

Leaning forward, I slowly lowered myself over the waiting hilt. The wooden handle was the wrong shape. This was never going to work. With a deep breath, I shifted my hips so that it bumped against my thigh. It was hard yet slick with my arousal as it slid across my skin. Higher and higher, it inched across my sensitive flesh, and then, with a rough push, parted me.

The hilt was smooth, sliding into my pussy without resistance.

I gasped, the length only part way inside.

“Deeper,” the masked fiend growled.

Heaven help me, I obeyed. I straddled it and shimmied my hips so that the handle slid completely inside. My body acted before my mind could catch up. I rocked onto it, unable to hate the sensation.

His words slipped under my skin, stoking the heat that had started in my belly and now spread outward. “Look at you, my filthy little monster.”

I couldn’t look at him. My cheeks burned with embarrassment. I was in the woods, my intimate places naked and exposed, with a knife buried inside me.

I was more fucked up than I could ever have imagined, because…I liked it.

“Lift your hips.”