It’s the middle of the night, and you’ve made the mistake of leaving your bedroom window unlocked. Sensing your thoughts, I hold your hair tighter and fuck your throat, ignoring your gags. XXX You’re already dripping wet despite yourself, and I immediately sink to the hilt, pressing painfully inside you. You cry out, begging me to stop, to leave, not to do this. But I don’t go. I put the tip of the knife to your nipple, drawing a tiny bead of blood. I lay the knife down on the bedside table, in very easy reach should I need it. I can see that you’re about sixteen, with a near-perfect body. As I start to quicken, and you think that I might be about to come, I pull myself out of you again, and turn you over on your back. I touch you gently now, on the cheek, cherishing the last of our time together. “Please”, you say again.
