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“Yes, Arrow,” I breathe with a nod.
“Oh, I'll fuck you. But I'd like to play with you first,” he says with a grin, staring down at my naked flesh. “I want to cut you, Kitten. I want you to bleed for me. But you already are, aren't you?”
The sharp end of the knife cuts through the remainder of my dress, leaving me completely bare under the sun's rays and Arrow's gaze.
“So fucking beautiful,” he says, running the tip of the knife over my inner thigh.
A slight burn follows, and I squeeze my eyes shut until the pain subsides. Goosebumps spread across my flesh, something hard brushes at my soaked pussy. He quickly moves it and bends down.
Grinning, he looks up at me and yanks the string of my tampon until he pulls it out.
I swallow hard when he examines it, tilting his head before tossing it aside.
“You are bleeding for me,” he murmurs, picking the knife back up and slowly inserting it into my pussy.
I stiffen when the handle enters me completely, feeling better than it should.
“Arrow,” I murmur in alarm. “Is that…” I trail off.
“Shh, shh,” he says, working the handle of the knife into my pussy further. “Just don't move, Kitten. Or you'll hurt yourself. I'm in complete control. One false move and you'll get stabbed.”
Right. Sure. He's in complete control as he fucks me with the handle of the knife I stabbed him with. Totally normal behavior. Right?
“Arrow,” I breathe again, curling my toes.
That handle has no business feeling as fucking good as it does. He wiggles it a bit inside me, hitting my damn G-spot. A fire brews deep in my lower belly as he carefully brings the handle in and out of my pussy. Over and over again.
“Your pussy approves. See? I told you your pussy was heavenly and super,” he hums to himself and then removes the handle completely. “I need you on your hands and knees, Kitten. Ass in the air, wave it around like you just don't care,” he sings while chuckling.
I swallow hard when he brings the knife handle in front of his face, examining it with lust dripping from his eyes.
“Okay,” I say, really trusting him now as I turn over the best I can while chained to the rock and rest on my forearms and knees.
“Let me help,” he says, positioning me so my back arches slightly, forcing my ass in the air and my face resting on my forearms. “Mm, perfect. Now, Kitten. I need you to stay as still as you can. Don't move.”
“What? Why?” I breathe, turning my head to the side to catch a glimpse of him.
He grins at me, slowly working the handle of the knife back into my pussy and then stops.
“God, you're perfect,” he sighs, leaning down and kissing my cheek. “I want you to stay like that. You'll need to tighten your muscles around the handle.” He taps my ass cheek a few times, shifting the knife handle in my pussy.
And then he jumps away from me with pure, deranged glee on his face. Taking steps backwards, he holds up a finger.
“Stay. God, Kitten. Stay just like that. I may not be the artist of this family, but you're a goddamn work of art like that. Don't move or the knife will stab you. I need my camera.”
“Arrow! Where the fuck are you going?”
He waves a hand above his head, jogging at full speed toward the exit of the enclosure.
“Don't move, Kitten! Be back in a jiffy!” he shouts over his shoulder, leaving me directly in the lion's den with a knife in my pussy and my hands bound.
Yup.
This is punishment.
And now, I'm fucked.
“And one-thousand,” I mutter quietly to myself against my forearm.
