His Girl

16 || Block her

Time seemed to stop with the intrusion. I was frozen, my whole instincts also frozen.

"Good girl. Keep still, and it won't hurt." The coldness of the metal pushed past my slits, but he didn't go deep for fear of hurting me. "How does it feel? Can't do anything, yeah?"

"Daddy."

"That's how it felt watching those videos."

"Please."

"I was helpless while some bitch touched you," he spat at my face. Tears spilled to my lips, and it made him smile harder. He was upset, and it was my fault. I pushed him to the brink. "She put her lips on your pussy and you moaned for her. You moaned for another person, Hana."

"I'm sorry."

"That's why you're getting punished."

"Daddy."

"One more word out of you, and I'll fuck you so hard with this knife," he said with a smile. I forced my trembling under control as he withdrew the knife from my pussy. He lifted it to my face level. "Suck it clean. Right now."

I wiped it clean with my tongue, keeping away from the sharper end. The crazed look in his eyes hadn't abated, and I worried what plans he had with the knife. I tried to speak, but that warning in his eyes shut me up.

He loosened his hold on my wrists. "I'll let go, and you know what you'll do? You'll spread that whorish pussy open for me. Do not touch yourself, okay?"

I nodded fast. "Okay."

Once he was out of the bed, I split my legs open like he instructed. My underwear was soaked and stuck between my pussy lips. But he didn't care. He paused at the foot of the bed and smirked. I held my breath as he crawled into the bed with me, the knife still firm in his grip.

"Can you please drop the knife?" I pleaded.

"No." Gerard positioned himself between my legs and brought down the pointy tip of the knife below my boobs. I cried out as blood bubbled around the tip. "Shhh. You belong to Daddy, right? Let Daddy mark you. Be quiet."

"Please."

"You earned your punishment. Take it like a good girl and I won't make it hurt. Be good."

I squirmed. It was hard to keep still while he carved onto my skin. My eyes squeezed shut. I couldn't. I didn't want to witness this torture. He cupped my face once to kiss me hard, and I momentarily forgot about my pain.

"Eyes open, Hana. Watch me hurt you."

My eyes flew open on Gerard's command. After a few more strokes, he finished his carving. I couldn't stare down at it. I didn't want to look. He smeared the blood over my chest, my nipple and sucked it into his mouth. I shivered from the sting of the fresh bruise as he fondled with my other nipple. My hands were free so I ran them through the bush of his hair, tugging hard as the pain in my chest worsened. He growled against my lips, looking up at me with a proud grin.

"Such a good slut for Daddy. You're mine."

"Yes," I admitted. "I'm yours."

He spread the drops over my chest, brought it to my lips and kissed me hard. My brain buzzed from the high of it all. He collected more blood from my chest and fucked me with his fingers. My panties bruised my walls as he pumped his bloody fingers into me, but he didn't mind. When he freed his cock, instead of ripping my underwear, he fucked me with it on.

My head fell back. My mind buzzed. I was so soaked my walls clenched around his cock.

I was delirious, maybe from the cut or perhaps, I was naturally crazy and it took this moment for me to realise I was fucked and sick. But it felt like I was in another part of heaven. Noticing me nearing my orgasm, he pulled out his dick completely to the tip and shred the panties.