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She wiggles, twisting her torso, locking her elbows and glaring up at me.
I slip the knife back into its sheath as she watches, then retrieve my gun, using it as a pointer toward my car. “Get up. Time to go.”
“Give me back my panties.” She flips over holding her hand out.
“You don’t have any. They’re mine now. I’m going to taste them and sniff them and use them to jerk off while you watch when you’re a bad girl and want a fuck but you haven’t earned it.”
Her tongue glances along her bottom lip, her cherub cheeks streaked with mud. “Fuck you.”
God, she’s stunning.
“You keep saying that. My cock is earned, princess. You haven’t earned it yet. And I’m a man of honor. Some things have to happen before I rip that cherry from between your legs.” I point again with the gun. “Now, be a good little lamb and move. To the car.”
She struggles onto her mud-soaked knees but does as I say, stomping toward the back of the Bentley as I walk beside her. I click the button in my pocket to pop the trunk, and when she sees what’s inside, she shakes her head again, her mud crusted hair flying around her face in an arc.
“I’m not getting in there.”
“Yes, you are.” I grin, grabbing a handful of her hair, tugging her head back. Before she can protest further, I lean in and push my lips against hers.
She moans, grunting as she slaps my shoulders, but it doesn’t last. The kiss deepens and I tug harder, forcing her head back. I move my mouth to her cheek, sticking out my tongue, licking up and down as she shivers. Then I do the same on her chin, her throat wanting to taste her everywhere, all at once, right now.
She moans as I re-holster my gun to free up my other hand. I squeeze her ass, then return my mouth to hers, tongue slipping between her lips and—
She bites down. A spear of pain lights me up as she holds my tongue between her teeth, a dark chuckle stuttering in my throat as the tang of blood spreads over my tastebuds.
She releases her bite with a satisfied smirk as I flip up her dress, my cum still drying on the curve of her ass, and draw my knife, playing weapon round-robin more than I’d expected.
She twists, but I lock one arm around her waist, bending her forward. As she struggles, pushing and flailing, I run the edge along the softness of her ass cheek, making the first of several cuts I have planned for the creamy, round canvas.
“Ow!Stop… Shit, Ramses, I’m sorry!” She freezes, the breeze whipping her hair around, sending her scent into my nostrils.
I keep the blade razor sharp, but it’s not a dangerous cut. When I draw back the knife, there’s a microscopic hint of red on the blade as it glints in the sunlight. I lower it to a half-dried smear of my cum and scrape some onto the knife.
I force her back upright between me and the back of the car, bracing my body around hers in case she thinks of running again.
“You’re going to learn to mind Daddy,” I mumble, my tongue throbbing from her bite. I spit bloodied saliva onto the blade, then use my index finger to mingle the cum, blood and spit. Then I bring it to her mouth. “Clean my knife the way you’re going to clean my cock.”
When she hesitates, I push the glinting metal flat onto her bottom lip, pulling down, exposing her lower teeth as her eyes narrow.
“This is the easy way, Bijou.” I press my lips to her temple, whispering, “You don’t want me to show you the hard way. Now, lick it clean like a good girl.”
I stand erect, meeting her challenging glare. Then she sticks her tongue out, running it along the blade like she’s licking her favorite cherry lollipop.
Just when I don’t think the moment could be any more perfect, she cups the blade with the tip of her tongue, pressing it down, drawing a trickle of blood and slurping it into her mouth on a swallow.
If I wasn’t hard before, I fucking am now, imagining what my dick is going to look like when it’s coated with her virgin blood while she uses her mouth for cleanup.
“That’s my girl. See, you’re learning.” I smile, then tug her hair. She stumbles to my side as I push her toward the open trunk. “You’ve always been smart.”
There are pillows and blankets and a battery-powered Minion’s nightlight. She may not have been a little girl when I became her stepfather, but she’s still scared of the dark. I’m not a man without a heart, it’s just black.
“In,” I demand, pointing the knife, and this time she does as she’s told.
CHAPTER4
Bijou
Who wakes up in the morning thinking, today’s a great day for my stepfather to slice up my ass and throw me in the trunk of his car?
