Page 93 of Retrograde

Slowly and carefully, I push the smooth knife handle into her ass. She jerks, and her muscles clench, which only pulls the handle deeper in, stretching her tight hole. I reach around and grab her to keep her steady, playing with her clit.

“What are you doing?”

“Preparing you.”

I pump the knife in and out of her, my pace deliberately unhurried at first before I go harder at it, twisting the handle inside her and circling her clit at the front until I feel her thrusting back. She’s rubbing her sensitive bud against my fingers, chasing friction until my balls hurt, desire coursing through me like liquid rage. I want to wreck her—both her pussy and her ass—and my self-control would stand no chance against these dark, relentless impulses if I didn’t want one thing even more than that: her willing surrender, her own depraved enjoyment. Her corruption.

I reach over, pulling the nightstand drawer open. I take the bottle of lube out only to find it’s practically empty. Shit. Lube isn’t so easy to come by these days, and I wasted the last of it on ... what was her name? Fuck it. I probably never bothered to ask her name.

Riley’s body tenses under me, fear radiating off her, palpable in every ragged breath. She’s guessed correctly that I’m not letting that empty bottle stop me. She thinks I’ll make her suffer. Good. The more scared she is, the wetter and tighter she gets.

“Well, Hotshot.” I pull my hand away and pat her hip. “There’s going to be blood.”

“What?”

She jerks and tries to crawl away from me, clawing at the sheets frantically.

“Stay where you are.” I roughly yank her back, leaving five red finger marks on each side. “Don’t test my patience. I may have plenty of it for a good girl who’s scared, but absolutely fucking none for a bad girl who doesn’t do as she’s told. Choose now which one you want to be. But don’t go blaming me if you then regret your pick.”

She goes completely still on her unsteady limbs, head hung low, tremors running through her with each shallow breath.

She is a good girl. Always a good girl.

“Hotshot, look at me.” She turns her head, eyes wide and shining and unhappy. “You might bleed a little. But.” I grab the knife and, unflinching, I slice my palm open until a raw gash runs from side to side. “If you bleed a little, then I bleed more.”

Crimson wells in the wound and then drips.

“What the hell are you doing?” Her voice is shrill and brittle like broken glass.

“Getting lube.”

Then I have an idea, and I set the knife aside. My heart pounding inside my chest, I rub my hands together until they’re completely covered in blood.

“Don’t move,” is the only warning I give her before I slap her ass hard with both my palms at the same time, extending my fingers.

She withstands the blow almost without moving, but then complains, “Oww, what the hell? What was that for?”

I take my hands away, marvelling at the set of two perfect red handprints I leave behind, each completely covering one cheek.

“Now I’m a fucking artist.”

“And a fucking psychopath,” she mutters under her breath.

“The only reason you’re not getting punished for that is that I don’t want to destroy this masterpiece.”

Something inside me flutters when she chuckles.

I rub my cock with my bleeding hand until it’s all covered and slick, and I then align it with her entrance, circling it, teasing it, restraining myself with gritted teeth until she pushes back against me.

Then, and only then, do I slide the tip into her hole, her body resisting the intrusion at first before relenting and pulling me in. She groans, resting her forehead on the mattress. My balls constrict from the sight, sweat erupting over me, ecstasy verging on madness surging through me.

“Oh fuck,” I moan. “Riley, I’m this close to coming just from seeing you like this. You on your knees for me and me slipping into your perfect, tight ass.”

“You’re barely in,” she protests weakly, like she thinks she doesn’t deserve the praise.

“And it’s already amazing.”

My fingers are back on her clit, balancing the pain with pleasure, and I push in another half inch, then stop to let her adjust, and then again, over and over, bringing her closer to her orgasm all the while. Soon, my cock is buried halfway inside her, and she’s so tight that even if I don’t move at all, it’s incredible.