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Motherfucking beautiful.
The butt plug with Marcus’s Property engraved on it peeks at me. My fingers sink into the handle of the knife.
Every muscle in my body is rife to maul Leighton. Leave the butt plug in there and slide into her tight pussy while she sleeps. Rip it out of her and watch tears stream down her cheeks. Hear her screaming for me.
The options are endless.
The beast inside me demands I take.
Not what, not how. Just take.
Denying myself would be futile. I’ll end up doing it anyway, and the more I suppress those desires, the more pain I’ll inflict on Leighton.
The more unhinged I’ll be once I take her.
Settled on my knees, I position the knife flat on her back, right on top of the curve of her spine. The tip of the blade rests on the top of the sexy line that separates her ass cheeks.
I lick my tongue at the arousing picture I’ve created.
“Beautiful,” I say in a hushed, lust-filled voice as I start fucking my hand.
The furious strokes stoke the fire in me. My mind reels with images of what the knife could do to Leighton. Drops of crimson on her ass, on her shoulder. Painting her mouth.
Then I’ll add white to the red picture. My cum on her face, filling her ass. Covering her womb.
Leighton shifts on the bed in her sleep, dropping the knife to the side.
My eyes don’t stay on her round, inviting ass. They travel higher.
Leighton’s shifting in bed has made it so that one of her nipples peeks out from the side. It’s starting to harden. She’s aroused in her sleep. Has to be dreaming of me.
That last thought is my undoing. My orgasm is violent and painful, and I spray it all over and around Leighton’s butt plug. Her ass clenches, her body sensing me despite her being very much asleep.
I should be relaxed. Lie next to Leighton, collect my cum, and feed it to her for breakfast.
But no. My cock doesn’t soften. I’m not anywhere near satisfied. Nowhere near finished with Leighton.
Light filters in the room, shining on the blade of my knife. I bend to grab the handle, my free hand massaging my semen into Leighton’s skin.
“Marcus?” she murmurs, her eyes fluttering halfway open.
I didn’t mean to wake her. Just as well. She’ll be horrified by the knife. She’ll cry and beg.
For.
Me.
A smirk spreads on my lips. I wipe it off quickly.
My serious expression is a warning. I owe Leighton that much.
“Not a word.” In one movement, I have my chest pressed to her back.
The good girl she is, she doesn’t talk.
I lift her head with one hand, sliding the knife right under her neck. The dull edge of the blade is pinned to her throat as I place Leighton’s head back on the pillow.
Her eyes are wide. My prey.
