Metal in Honey

Chapter Six

You were still shaking, but I watched the back of your head, your hair trembling as you nodded slowly and carefully. I couldn't take it anymore. My cock was hard, pressing against the inside leg of my trousers, throbbing to be inside you. The fire burnt in my chest, not a fire, fireworks, a forest fire, an eruption, lightning. I needed you.

I pressed you against the bed, your hands landing on your mattress in front of you. My hand ran through your hair and gripped it by the roots and held tightly. I brought the knife to your throat. Blade against the soft skin below your chin.

"Struggle, and you'll make it worse."

I let your hair go and took hold of you by the belt around your neck, while my free hand laid the knife down and moved to my waist. You heard a zipper and the sound of denim rustling. Something thick and long stroked and squeezed up your inner thighs until it rested itself against you. It was warm. Hot and hard. Your steady breathing grew excited.

I slid the tip up, tracing over your holes and round to your front where I let it lay, resting against your clit. I watched the goosebumps ripple across your back. Our pulses beating against each other. The soft bulbed tip of my cock slid up and down your wet lips, rubbing your clit against the shaft. I looked down and watched you, while in half fear, half excitement, as you dripped onto me.

I thought I would test you one last time. To tease you. I stopped stroking my cock against your glistening cunt. You moaned. No, a groan. Suddenly, frustrated, you began to rub against it yourself, grinding against my shaft, rubbing yourself up and down it, needily. You needed this badly, didn't you? I gripped the shaft and dragged the tip from your clit round to your opening and pressed the head of my cock against it, the tip just beginning to slip inside. You held your breath. I pressed into you slowly, sliding the head of my cock further inside. And I stopped. Just on the edge. I wanted to torture you with it. Make you squirm. Your hands were gripping the mattress so tight your knuckles were whitening. You could hear the sheet tightening against your nails. I wanted to put you out of your misery. You looked as if you were burning for it, just as I was.

"Hold still."

I drove it further in. You gasped as it stretched you, deeper and deeper, filling you up. Pressing against your cervix and pushing it deeper. A moan, a cry, a relief escaped your mouth. It was a cry of pain and pleasure. It was that good pain, a pleasurable hurt, the way it stretched you past the point you thought it could. Filling your soft wet insides with a hard rigid rod. I slowly pulled away, watching the shaft glisten.

Your moans and heavy breathing told me all I needed to know. You needed more. I smiled to myself behind the mask. I shoved it back in hard, pushing your waist into the mattress with the weight of it. You gave a startled cry and your hands released with sheets and opened wide like an attempt to surrender. I thrusted harder. I forced myself deeper. I fucked you quicker. Your hands flayed around the sheets for something to hold onto tight. Your toes, not quite reaching the floor of your room, dangled off the bed and kicked. I reminded you of whos in charge, I pulled at the belt, the slithering leather tightening around your neck, squeezing your moans into gasps.

Your whimpering continued, your moans only broken with each thrust, with each stroke, with each strike of my cock bruising your cervix. That ever so small moment in your head after each thrust, knowing it would come again, and again. I couldn't help myself. You could hear my deep ragged breath against the inside of the mask. You felt too good, gripping my cock with your tight wet pussy. It left me pulsating. I don't even know when I let go of your leash but before I knew it my hand was around your front, tickling you and stroking you. That pushed you over the edge. You began to shake and held your breath.

"Please." Escaped through your lips.

But it was too late, it burned through you like gunpowder. Ecstasy filled you. It squirted out from you, soaking my thighs and trickling down yours. Your cheeks were flushed and red. You trembled and shook while I was still inside. Pathetic little thing. Couldn't even hold it in could you? Your arms buckled and gave way and you laid chest down onto the bed. Your leather leash jingling as you collapsed. Breathing heavily into the covers while your shaking legs fell, the tips of your toes brushing against the cold wooden floor.