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He leans against the side, crossing his legs at the ankles and getting comfortable. "If you want to wait until Sister Mary and Sister Maxine walk in here to catch us again. Go ahead, be my guest. But let me warn you, I walked away last time with no issues. I'll be able to walk away this time just as easily. You? Not so much."
He looks so cool, so damn confident in his words that I want to strangle him. Bury my wet fingers into his neck until he stops breathing.
Instead, I shift, giving him a full-on view. I prop my leg on the toilet paper holder, spreading my legs wide with my fingers still plunged knuckle-deep. "Fuck it. You want a show? I'll give one to you, but it's the most you'll ever get. So, watch fucking carefully, big brother, because this isn't happening again."
He looks bored, staring into my eyes instead of what's between my legs.
Fuck it.
I move my fingers, bringing my free hand back to my clit, I rub hard and fast, chasing the orgasm that's only slightly abated from yet another argument with him.
I close my eyes, tilting my head back and letting the heat take over me. Slowly, so fucking slowly, my orgasm starts climbing again. I can feel it in my knees as they start to tremble. I plant my foot, keeping the other secured on the toilet paper holder as I fuck my finger like it's the best sex in the world.
"Stop."
I growl, cracking my eyes open to find him staring at me. His hand digs into his pocket, pulling out his large blade. "Use this."
My eyes widen. "Are you sick? I'm not fucking myself with a knife."
He continues to hold it out. "You won't fucking die unless you want to open it and use the blade, but I don't feel like explaining your bloody corpse to anyone. So, keep it closed, and fuck yourself with the handle. Now."
I stare at it, unsure why he would prefer me to use a knife instead of letting me do what I want. But, of course, he needs to find some way to be in charge. Another thing to control.
Me. He wants to control me.
“Take it or I’ll drag you out of here by your hair and tell Sister Mary I found you doing drugs and committing self-pleasure in God’s house. She’d fucking love that.”
I bite my tongue until the skin splits, warm blood spilling over my teeth. I don’t doubt for a second that he would go tell someone about what he’s seeing here.
With shaky fingers, I take his knife, feeling the weight in my palm. It’s black and shiny, a heavy, cold metal that would feel so unnatural inside my body. I shiver just thinking about it.
"I don't have all day, Vera. Are you really that much of a pussy you can't fuck yourself in front of your brother?"
I scowl at him, fisting the top of the knife and bringing the handle to the crux of my thighs. I shiver when it touches my folds, the cool metal shocking my skin.
I press inside, the weight of the knife sinking in deep. It's smooth, not nearly as uncomfortable as I anticipated. It feels like the time I used my hairbrush, slightly uncomfortable, but still scratching the itch I so desperately craved.
It’s foreign, but it feels so, so good.
I attempt to keep my eyes averted, cemented to the black silver that slides from my folds, glistening with each plunge. The wetness of my pussy against the metal is the only sound in the room besides my heavy breathing. Malik doesn't make a sound, doesn’t even shift his feet, and for a moment, I'm wondering if he left me. Fled the bathroom.
Could he be that disgusted of me?
My eyes lift of their own accord, and they instantly clash against his brown ones. He orders me to fuck myself with his knife, but he won't watch?
"Why won't you watch me?" A tingling starts between my thighs, and my ankle on the toilet paper holder starts to shake, rattling the cheap plastic.
His jaw clenches, a slight twitch against the muscle. My eyes grow hazy, and I can't think of anything besides unraveling this tension that's been tied tight for so long. He doesn't say anything, doesn't answer my question. He only continues to stare into my eyes, as my body falls apart around him.
"Malik…" I whisper, feeling lost, confused, angry. So fucking angry. But I feel like I need something. I'm just unsure of what that is.
The tingling spreads through my limbs, a spark of a firework making its way down the wick. I'm not ready for the explosion. I've never felt this way.So completely seen.
"Please, Malik. Please," I beg, thrusting the metal faster inside me. I push harder, until it hits that spot. Over, and over,and over.
Malik's eyes darken, black orbs glaring down at me with so much malice burning in them.
I can't focus on his hate or his fury. My body crumbles, falling apart piece by piece. My hand lifts, pressing against the cool stall door as I hold myself up. My limbs tremble and my vision clouds, my orgasm pumping in my ears at the same pace my sex clenches in ecstasy.
