" I love the way your eyes light up when someone says, "It might be dangerous"
┗ Kim Taehyung.
" He got the blood cold as ice And a heart made of stones but he keeps me alive. He's the beast in my bones "
┗ Kim Jennie.
Yet another dark story with...
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Jennie's pov :
I looked down, anticipating what he was doing. Slowly I lifted my head and tried to turn around to look at him but he instead grabbed my nape and made me look infront.
"No looking behind, turn around again and I'll slit your throat" I whimpered at his harsh tone and for the first time I felt hurt by his tone. His harsh tone bothered me more than his threat. "Clear?" He asked.
I slowly nodded my head. I gasped when his palm met my panty clad ass. He spanked me hard. And it definitely did hurt. "Use your words slut" He hissed, making me clench around nothing.
"Yes.." I whimpered. He hummed satisfied with my reply.
"What a fucking slut" I could feel him shaking his head. "I thought you'd put some fight before submitting, but you're too eager to get fucked. Should've guessed when you fucked yourself on phone" I whimpered again as humiliation filled me. His fingers trailed on my thighs, playing with the strap of panties. I gulped in sheer anticipation, head filled with questions about what he'll do next.
He tore my black underwear making my eyes widened. The cold air hit my bare cunt, making me shiver but I didn't register at all. All I was thinking was about my poor thong. That shit was expensive.
"Hey.." I gasped again when he spanked me, hard and I was so sure I had his hand printed on my bare ass. I bite back the moan, my eyes widened when he put the knife on my throat from behind.
"Did you say anything?" He whispered in my ears, his crotch touching my ass. I gulped when I felt his bulge.
"No.." I shook my head.
"Good girl" I bite my lips as he trailed his knife from my throat to my spine. My body shivered in anticipation, that at any moment he could hurt me. A little more pressure could tear my skin and make me bleed, possibly to death but didn't—at all because of his misery.
"Such a pretty cunt" He groaned "So wet and ready for me" His fingers trailing my wet cunt, collecting my slick onto his fingers. I gasped as I realised it was the handle of the knife, I moaned as he ran his knife on my clit.
"Is this turning you on slut? The handle of my knife?" He mocked making me hide my face in my arms. Then another spank landed landed on my ass and I moaned. It was my sign to be verbal.
"Yes" I bite my bottom lip "It's turning me on"
"Whore" He spat. The handle ghosted on my clit making my legs shake. I was sensitive from earlier orgasm and now his mean behaviour and everything else was turning me on more and more.
I whinned when his knife played with my clit. Slowly circling which sent heat to my body, my entire face was turning red. This is so embarassing—it was just his knife handle which was working me up so much, not even his fingers..
I wanted his fingers not the knife..
"Please" I whimpered slowly.
"Please what?" He asked mockingly, his pace increasing. The handle rubbed a crazy circle on my sensitive clit making me moan in ecstasy. I could feel myself getting wetter just by a plastic handle, shame filled my body as I violently shook my head.
