Page 98 of Split You Open

Son of a bitch. Blair knows exactly what she’s doing. I’m not sure if I want to laugh or strangle her. In the end, I decide I simply want more of her.

Blair dips the rag back into the water, which turns it pink, then rings the cloth out and continues to wipe the blood from my skin. As she twists and rocks in my lap to clean the rag and then my face, she’s only creating more friction between us. My cock grows impossibly hard. Her pussy grows wetter, soaking my lap. As she wipes the blood from my nose she starts to grind down on me.

The subtle movement isn’t quite enough to get me off, but fuck does it feel good.

Blair’s breasts press against my chest as she leans forward. Her breath caresses my damaged face as she works. I can hear when it catches. It happens at the same time her pussy clenches around me. Her grinding becomes more demanding, her hand faltering as it skims gently across my cheek with the wet cloth.

Shit… This will definitely get me off. I can feel the pleasure building at the base of my spine. My breathing comes quicker as Blair starts moving faster.

“Oh…” she whispers as she tosses her head back.

My eyes go from her face to her breasts and her pebbled nipples, back to her face. Her grinding becomes insistent. All thoughts of cleaning my face stop as she rises and falls, sliding up and down my aching cock.

I have to stop her. This can’t happen.

Feeling her fall apart around me will be my complete undoing. I won’t have the strength to fight my own desires any longer.

In a last ditch effort to save us both, I snarl out, “Blair, stop.”

I’m ignored. Blair bares down hard as her orgasm comes crashing through her. Her cry of ecstasy is strained as she throws her head back. Her pussy grabs me in a grip so tight I feel strangled.

I inhale sharply as I watch her convulse while she comes.

She’s so goddamn beautiful.

With parted lips, a flush blooming under her warm brown skin, and her body quivering with pleasure—I’m utterly enthralled. My lap grows soaked with her release.

When her orgasm subsides, she sags forward onto my chest.

I wince from the ache in my ribs but the pain fades away as my hips try to thrust up into Blair’s pussy so I can seek my own release. The aftershocks of her orgasm cause her pussy to gently massage my cock and I groan, growing painfully desperate to join Blair in her post-orgasmic glow. I try to fight the urge to thrust up again but my hips don’t listen. It’s not enough. Rather than accommodate my wordless request for her to keep going, Blair lets out a sigh and straightens up.

“Oh, I missed a spot,” she says as she studies my face.

And just like that, she returns to cleaning me off. No more grinding, no more taking liberties. Blair simply holds my throbbing cock deep inside of her while she works.

My body trembles. I can feel the blood pumping through my erection in time with each thump of my heart. No doubt she can too. Sweat beads on my forehead and drips down my neck. Blair notices and wipes it away. There’s a small, pleased smile teasing the corners of her lips, but it doesn’t grow further than that.

I should be furious with her for toying with me in this way. This is a dark and twisted level she’s stooped to. Yet, I can’t help but sniff out an incredulous laugh through my nose. I forgot who I was dealing with. Of course Anchor’s daughter would be creative with her torture methods. She wouldn’t be Blair otherwise.

When Blair’s done wiping the dried blood from my face, she begins to patch me up.

She takes her time. As she pulls out the items from the first aid kit that she needs, Blair shifts and I swear it’s to make sure I don’t grow soft. The pleasure is instantaneous, causing me to draw a sharp breath through my nose. Blair doesn’t react.

Instead, she focuses on being my nurse.

First comes the alcohol, which burns as she cleans the open wound on my cheek and across the cut along the bridge of my nose.

Then comes the ointment.

As she applies the first aid cream, Blair’s hips begin to move again. It starts as a little wiggle of her hips. I hardly notice the subtle shifting at first. It’s not until the butterfly bandages come out that I notice. Her pussy clenches hungrily around me and Blair’s breathing starts to come faster. When her hips start rocking, I moan loudly around my gag.

Up.

Down.

Up.

A slow, grueling descent down again.