Chapter 67. Mr. Generous

AELLA

 "I am not going to tie your eyes because I like you looking at me. But don't touch me, I would tie your hands if you did."

 "Yes," I say, still breathless from my mind-blowing orgasm. 

"You are so fucking wet Aella, is this all for me?"

 "Yes," I am too exhausted to have any conversation with him.

"Let me taste you again." I shriek when I see the knife he is holding. "Nothing too much to hurt you, Aella." He has done this before, it was bearable. I scream when the knife presses into my skin, then he is lapping at my blood, sucking my cut shoulder as a man starved for it.

 "I always find myself in a rush for you. I don't know how to take it slow. Do you know why I have never used any of those toys?"

 "No..."

"I am always in a hurry to fuck you; I never want to stop when I start. I also find myself jealous of these toys, all your pleasure would come from me Aella. Don't touch me." He repeats, his eyes