Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

between them, my heart pounding in my throat, and I redouble my efforts,
sealing my mouth over her lips and sucking hard.
“Oh, shit,” her muffled voice moans, so loud that I’m sure everyone
around us can hear it.
“Look at me,” I command, my mouth vibrating against her skin. I slide
my hand down, pushing two fingers into her sopping sex, curling up until her
back bows. “You don’t ever look anywhere else when you come on my
tongue, little one. Eyes on me, and my name on those pretty lips.”
She resists, biting her lip as I dive back in, adding a third finger, driving
in until she’s tensing, her inner walls fluttering around me.
I feel her pulse in my chest, the quiver of her muscles in my bones, but
she looks away, and all I can see is the hurt that remains.
“Wait,” I say, feeling her orgasm sticking as it crests, like she wants to let
go but is still having a hard time getting out of her head. Reaching into my
suit with my free hand, I quickly pull out my pocket knife.
The same pocket knife I used on her months ago, branding her skin with
my first initial, like I knew even then what importance she’d come to hold for
me.
I flick it open, watching her for signs of distress or reluctance, but just
like last time, when I gently press the blade into her thigh, all it does is renew
the fire in her eyes.
Still stroking with my other hand, I point the tip of the knife into her skin,
pausing for the briefest second, waiting.
She clamps down around me tighter, the slightest shift of her hips telling
me all I need to know.
Slowly, I nick her, my mouth watering as blood beads beneath the blade.
Increasing the pressure just slightly, I drag it up, across, then up again,
finishing with a flourish.
She hisses at the pain, white-knuckling my hair as I toss the knife aside
and lave my tongue over the wound, lapping at the coppery essence before it
can make much of a mess.
Her answering moan almost causes my dick to unload before I’ve even
gotten it out, and then she’s tugging, pulling me into a standing position.
My fingers slide from her with a wet pop, and she brings them to her
mouth, slipping them between her lips, cleaning herself off me.
“Goddamn, you are a little cum slut, aren’t you?”
“Only for you,” she breathes, wrapping her hand around my neck and