Page 100 of Split You Open

Her hands ball a handful of my shirt and suddenly she yanks hard at the fabric.

It rips from my neckline down to my torso.

Blair lets go to reach down to the first aid box. She rummages around in it and then pulls out something that makes my blood run cold. The buck knife she lifts up captures the bitter grin that spreads across her face in its reflection.

“It was my life, Ledger. I had built it myself and I was figuring things out! YOU STOLE THAT—” she pauses her yelling, glancing toward the door. When she looks back at me, she leans forward and hisses quietly. “All you had to do was ask me to move here. I would’ve taken a job at the local hospice facility or hospital or whatever. You didn’t have to take everything from me.”

She points the tip of the knife at my face.

“You put me, Dad, and the men under this roof in danger with your decision.”

More than anything, this is what I have to apologize for. I never wanted Blair to truly be in danger. Once I’m out of this mess, I will fix it.

I nod, acknowledging my mistake.

This seems to please Blair a little.

Her pussy spasms around my cock as she lowers the knife to point it at my chest. My dick swells impossibly harder in response. Blair pissed off and holding a knife, with her pussy wrapped tightly around me, while her arousal soaks my pants is the hottest thing I’ve ever been a part of.

I should be worried about the knife.

And I am.

I’m also a little concerned about the wild glint flaring to life in Blair’s eyes that overpowers the rage that had been in there just seconds ago.

But fuck, she’s never looked hotter.

“You took my life from me. It’s only fair I do the same to you. So, I’m taking yours and making it mine. You belong to me, Ledger.”

The tip of her blade sinks into my right pec.

My mistake—I should’ve been more worried about the knife. The fiery hot pain is excruciating. I manage to choke down a scream but just barely. I’m breathing heavily by the time the straight line is completed.

Blair laughs and her pussy grows even wetter. She bears down on my erection as she leans forward to make another cut. I fight against the restraints keeping me in place.

Holy shit.

I send up a prayer that I live through whatever else she has planned. Blair finishes this line quickly. This time it’s a curved one attached to the upper half of the line she’s already made. She barely gives me a chance to catch my breath before she’s carving into my chest again. When she’s done, there’s an upper case ‘B’ carved into my right pec.

Blair laughs again.

When she looks up at me, I know right away I’m dealing with Blair fucking Shelmore—Anchor’s daughter. The dark emptiness in her eyes is the same look Anchor gets when he’s about to kill someone. It’s the retreat of their soul so that they can get a job done.

“I’m going to make this so deep—” she murmurs, staring at her work, “—that the scars will last a lifetime.”

With that, she gets to cutting again.

I make it to the end of the upper case ‘A’ before I can’t stop myself from screaming. The pain is incredible, breathtaking, and unavoidable. Blair wasn’t lying about making her cuts deep. Sweat pours into my eyes as I breathe heavily through my nose.

It’s not until the ‘R’ is done and Blair drops the knife that I realize, during her carving session, Blair was rocking on my cock once more.

She tilts her head back and cums again around me. Her pussy clamps down on me tighter than ever before. Her whole body shimmies and shakes as she falls apart for the third fucking time. By the time her orgasm is over, she’s sweating and out of breath. She sags forward, resting her head on my shoulder.

“You’re mine, Ledger. I doubt you’ll be forgetting anytime soon,” she chuckles, clearly pleased with herself.

Yes… yours.

I’m done fighting this.