Free Wolfe by Cari Silverwood

squeeze, I let out a shivery moan.
    I bit my lower lip, striving not to moan again. Whatever he did, I liked it. Inevitable. Nasty, bad, but true.
    “I think I promised not to fuck, only if you stayed good.”
    “I hate you,” I whispered.
    His laugh malevolent. “No. You don’t. You hate what I can make you feel, or make you do.”
    “Fuck you. Fuck you to hell and back.”
    “I heard you. Now shush. No more words.”
    My throat and mind became bare of language. Just like that – with only a ringing sound in my ears that subsided. And his hands worked at something below. The metal blade left me then a minute later it returned and he wedged the tip inside me, slowly. Only a fraction of an inch but that was enough.
    My inhalation was sharp. Deviant man.
    Where the metal entered me, his fingertip circled.
    “Yes,” he murmured. When I looked down, he bestowed a shocking kiss upon my clit. I made a strangled noise.
    “Speak,” he said.
    “Don’t.”
    Wolfe laughed.
    Already my thighs ached from having to stand as I was – with my legs apart and unmoving.
    “Is it hard to keep still? Poor girl. This is tied to the end of a stick. The stick is wedged next to the saw. If you sit things get nasty. This goes in here.”
    Again, his fingertip traced about the tip of the knife, nudging my labia apart, spreading my wetness. Him doing that, toying with me, with his other hand on my ass...I gulped. There was fear and there was what he created, a mix of lust, control, and the evilest thing imaginable.
    Would he cut me? I didn’t know. A whimper escaped my lips.
    I heard the rasp of cloth as he stood.
    “Don’t bite.” A second later, he wormed two fingers into my mouth, past my teeth, then he hooked them into my cheek, casually holding me.
    His lower hand dragged moisture from the knife tip all the way to my clit. He began to play...games – stroking my clit, toggling it back and forth, pinching it until I yelped, then playing some more. My eyes rolled back.
    My arousal burgeoned into an impending climax.
    I grabbed the rope that led above my hands and twined my fingers into the strands until the pain from that agonized. I wouldn’t come. I wouldn’t move. Mustn’t.
    Except, he could make me.
    The tension built, until I thought I’d burst if I held back. I sucked bubbly air past his thick fingers, my hips thrusting back and forth by micro fractions.
    Remember. The blade. Remember.
    I was going to come apart.
    Any. Fucking.
    Second.
    “If you come,” he said, from close by, and I heard his feet shift. “If.” Then his mouth was on mine, despite his fingers still occupying my mouth. I felt the movements of his lips as he formed words. “I get to punish. I think that’s fair.”
    He squashed finger and thumb onto my clit, held it. I moaned, impossibly close...
    Too late. I jerked and gargled some impossible reply as I came onto the knife, with him inside my mouth, inside my mind, holding my clit, and watching as I unraveled into the devastation of orgasm.
    Fuck. Him.
    My knees almost gave way but I straightened, swallowing drool as his fingers left me. Twitching and more than a little undone with the aftershocks, I managed to stay where he’d put me though my head flopped back.
    The stars were up there. But my eyes stayed shut.
    I wasn’t cut.
    “You came.”
    I had.
    Which meant...
    I heard the crunch of his feet.
    A swish through the air warned me...

Chapter 10
    Wolfe
     
    One stroke.
    Her scream when the plastic strut whipped across her ass made me stop and stare, then step away. Her sobbing lasted so long.
    Orgasm then pain. Or pain then orgasm. It did it for me.
    For her too. She couldn’t hide that, not from me.
    I unbuttoned, unzipped, and took off my jeans and boxers. My shirt had gone long before, before she shrieked, before her body stiffened and came with my hands on her. She’d almost bitten me.
    Before.
    This was going to be good. I walked around her, my blind and sobbing girl, knowing I had