SIX

CELESTE

I 'm not sure if it's the drugs that are still in my system or the fact that I just let a masked stranger fuck me in public with a knife, but I've never come this hard before. When the pulsing in my pussy finally starts to subside, I sigh and place my forehead against the wall, letting the cool brick surface help to ground me back in reality. I'm sure this place is gross and grimy but I don't even care.

Fuck! That was intense!

When I go to move and realize he's left the knife handle inside me, I tense. Then, I freeze entirely. What the fuck? I turn ever so carefully to look at him in confusion, but staring back at me is empty blackness. I can't see any of his face or eyes through the mask. It's fucking terrifying.

"We're just getting started, angel," he growls as he steps towards me.

His hands go to my throat. He pulls me away from the wall, spins me towards him, then shoves me back again. He pins me in place with one hand uncomfortably tight around my throat, moving his other hand to his belt and he starts to undo his pants. I just came down from my second orgasm of the night, but I already feel my pussy dampen at the thought of his cock. I swallow, which is painful as he holds my throat tightly in his large, strong hand. This man must be lust incarnate because despite all the warning bells going off in my head, when he pulls out his long, thick length my mouth and pussy both immediately start to water. He's huge, his large fingers barely wrapping around his wide girth, and all I can think is that I'm desperate for him to fill me with it.

"You're not done with your punishment, angel," he says as he strokes himself. "Get on your knees."

He continues to pump himself with his hand, and as he does his cock stands at attention. I notice something catch the light.

Oh God, he's pierced.

I've never been with a man with a pierced dick before. I have no idea how it'll feel. Will it rub against me uncomfortably or will it feel good? Fuck, I'm desperate to find out.

I'm so transfixed by his pierced cock, I don't even register that he commanded me to do something. It's not until his hand tightens further around my throat, cutting off my airway, that I even realize I've upset him. My lungs burn but at the same time, my pussy is dripping down the knife still shoved inside. Clearly there's something about his depravity that calls to a dark part of me.

"Are you disobeying me, angel? Do I need to teach you a lesson about what happens to girls who disobey their Masters?" he snarls as I gasp and sputter for air.

"No!" I manage to squeak out.

"Then get on your fucking knees. Now!"

He releases his hold on my throat, allowing me to breathe. I greedily suck in air, gasping and sputtering as my aching lungs inflate. My mind is reeling, trying to figure out who this man is and why he's calling himself my Master. He doesn't fucking own me.

As if he can hear my thoughts, his hand snakes into my hair, pulling tightly. The sting is painful and I wince. He uses his hold on my hair to push me down to my knees. As I kneel down a sudden pain causes me to jolt. He takes the opportunity to shove his thick length into my open mouth. I gag at the intrusion and go to pull away, but again I'm met with a horrible realization. Panic hits me as I understand the position he's trapped me in.

"That's right, my sweet angel, my knife is still firmly stuck in that tight little cunt. If you dare pull away from me, you'll end up shifting it and you could slice yourself wide open. The only thing I want destroying your pretty little pussy is my cock. So be a good little slut and take me deep down your throat." His voice is laced with pleasure and lust. He's clearly enjoying this fucked up and sadistic trap he's ensnared me in. And based on the slickness dripping down the inside of my thighs, so am I.

He shoves his cock back down my throat, using a firm grip on my hair to hold me in place. His piercing scrapes against my throat and I go to pull away, but the fear of slicing myself into ribbons if I pull too far stops me. I'm completely helpless. My only choice is to lean forward and let him fuck my throat.

"Relax, angel. Breathe through your nose nice and deep, then take me deep down your throat like my good little whore." His free hand cups my face, his thumb smearing my tears across my face.

He shoves his cock further down my throat and I push down the gag. Tears and drool stream down my face. I should be terrified of this monster who's using me for his pleasure, but as he throws his head back and groans in ecstasy, I can't help the involuntary jolt of need that warms my center. My pussy throbs, pulsing around the knife handle still shoved deep inside me. Each of his pumps causes the metal of his pierced cock to grind against the back of my throat, probably leaving a bruise.

I shouldn't be enjoying this. I should pull the knife out from inside me, stab him, and run. But I don't. Instead, I hum in satisfaction, enjoying being used and abused by the Devil himself.

"Fuck baby, yeah," he moans as his cock swells to an unreasonable size and pulses in my throat. I can tell he's close. "Just like that, sweet angel. I'm gonna' come down your throat and you're going to swallow every last drop like a good girl, right?"

I hum in agreement and that seems to send him over the edge. With a feral growl, he shoots down my throat. I cough and splutter but manage to swallow it down. Slowly, he pulls himself from me, but as he reaches my mouth I suck the head of his cock, letting my tongue flick the piercing, before releasing him with a loud pop.

His hand shoots out and grabs my face. He holds my cheeks so tightly that it hurts. I can feel the bruise forming on my face already.

"Open," he demands. Again, I'm completely helpless against him. He's in control and I have no choice but to give him exactly what he wants. "Good girl," he praises as I stick out my tongue, showing him that I swallowed all of his salty cum.

Bending down in front of me again he reaches out and slowly pulls the knife out of my pussy. I clench at the sudden loss. What the fuck is wrong with my masochistic vagina? It's seriously regretting the loss of a knife? I might be more fucked up than I thought.

The sharp blade catches the light as he brings the still open knife up, holding it right between our faces. My heart rate spikes again as my devil holds a knife between us. But then, with his free hand, he hooks his fingers underneath his mask and pulls it up, just barely exposing his chiseled jaw and full lips to me. His tongue darts out to lick the knife handle.

He moans as his tongue returns to his mouth. "You taste heavenly, angel," he purrs as he licks his lips.

He holds the handle towards me, angling the blade towards himself. Again, I should shove it into his chest and run. This man is undoubtedly evil and deranged. But I don't. I clearly have zero sense of self preservation because instead of fighting off this monster, I open my mouth and wrap my lips around the knife handle. I let my tongue explore the rough textures of the knife while I lick up all traces of my sinful release.

"Good fucking girl," he praises and his words warm something in my chest that I didn't know existed. "Now let's get you home, angel. Your friend left you so she could go have both her holes filled with cum, so I'll be driving you home."

I have no idea how he knows that Liv's my ride, or that she left me to go have kinky sex, but I honestly don't care. At this point, I'd probably let him lead me to the pits of Hell.