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The Ritual(56)

Author:Shantel Tessier

Placing my hand on her shoulder, I push her onto her side and rip her shirt up to expose her breasts to me. I reach out, wrapping one hand around her throat while the other squeezes her breast. I lean down and whisper, “Scream all you want, little one. You’re mine now.”

Then I slam the hatch shut.

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THIRTY MINUTES LATER, I pull off the highway to a gravel road and come up to the house. I get out and walk around the back of the SUV. She’s still struggling on her side. Reaching into my pocket, I cut the rope but leave the zip ties. Her feet fall to the floor, and I pull her out of the back by her arm before once again throwing her over my shoulder and carrying her into the house.

Making my way down the hallway, I reach up and slap her ass, and she moans.

I kick the bedroom door open and toss her onto the bed. I was here earlier and prepared it by removing the comforter and top sheet, and dropping off what items I would need. Rolling her onto her stomach, I cut the zip tie that binds her arms, then shove her to her back as I straddle her chest.

She screams behind her gag, and her arms slap at me. But I easily grab her left hand and shove it through the slip knot I’ve already made in the rope that is secured to the bed frame. I then do the same with the right.

Getting off the bed, she kicks her zip-tied feet, twisting her body to the left and right. I walk down to the end of the bed and cut that tie as well. Then I secure each ankle to a bedpost with rope, wide apart, making her spread eagle. Then I stand at the end and look over her. Her shirt has ridden up in her struggle to expose her pierced belly button. My eyes travel down to her gray boy shorts. There’s a wet spot.

I knew there would be. This was a fantasy of hers. Fuck Matt for making her feel ashamed for what she wants.

Walking around to the left side of the bed, I take the knife and place it on the inside of her leg. She stills, no longer screaming. Her heavy panting fills the room. I run the blade upward, being careful not to cut the skin, getting to her underwear. I slip it between the material and her skin, cutting them free.

She whimpers, body trembling. Placing my hand between her legs, I cup her wet pussy. She arches her back, letting out a muffled cry.

I push my palm into her pelvic bone and grip her cunt. Thrusting my three fingers inside her and removing them quickly, I slap her pussy.

Her body jerks off the bed as a muffled cry follows. I slap it again, and she twists and turns, trying to close her legs.

Not happening, little one.

Crawling onto the bed, I sit next to her. I shove the bag up a little to expose her neck to me and wrap my left hand around it, holding her down to the mattress but not cutting off her air. Dropping the knife beside me, I cup her pussy again with my right hand, and this time, I finger-fuck her. Her body rocks back and forth on its own while she mumbles incoherent words behind her gag.

It doesn’t take long before her pussy clamps down on me, and she comes.

Removing my fingers, I lick them clean one at a time as they pop out of my mouth. Tasting that sweet fucking honey.

Then I cut the rope that binds her legs. She yanks them closed and brings her knees up. I smile, forcing them apart with my hands and sitting between them. I unzip my pants and pull out my dick. It’s been so hard since I called her earlier from the jet on my way back. I didn’t stay in New York for very long. After my conversation with my father, I wanted the hell out of there and back here with her. Knowing this was an opportunity I didn’t want to miss. She gave me the green light this morning in her bathroom to act out her fantasy however I wanted. Her thinking I was out of town all weekend was the best chance.

As I look at her tied and gagged with a hood over her head, knowing I’m taking advantage of her, I’m turned on just as much as she is.

I grip my cock and slide into her. She sucks me in, and I bite my tongue not to groan in pleasure.

Fuck!

I take the knife to her neck, and she stiffens once again. I cut the tie and rip the hood off her head. She blinks rapidly from the harsh light of the bedroom.

“Hello, little one,” I say, smiling as my cock jerks inside her.

She blinks again, her pretty face covered in tears. I reach up and gently push the hair from her face, but I don’t remove the tape. I have plenty of time to hear her scream my name over the weekend while we’re here.

“So beautiful,” I tell her

She whimpers.

I place the tip of the knife back to her neck, and she arches it, panting through her nose. I run it through her shirt, ripping it in half. Then I toss it to the floor.

She wraps her legs around my hips, and I lean forward. Gripping her chin, I turn her head to the side. I lick the tears off her cheek, and my hips start to move.

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