Page 61 of Out for Blood
Languidly drifting the flat edge of the knife down the center of her chest, the cool metal caressing her breasts before stopping at her navel, stretching the moment, as I assess her squeezing her eyes shut, possessed by the sensation.
“Open your eyes, Cass.” I flip the knife, so the handle is upwards, and my fingers wrap around the blade.
“You’re going to watch me fuck you with this until you come all over it, so there’s never a question who you come back to,wife.”
Her body arches back into mine as a moan falls free.
“Put your hands on either side of the mirror and do not move,” I demand.
She laughs throatily, testing me.
“I’ll edge you all night until you’re a blithering mess,” I warn her.
She goes rigid under my touch, knowing I’ve followed through on it before.
This is the part where I lead, and she loves it.
Everything else, I would follow her anywhere.
Mischievously, I move the handle of the knife down to her clit, shifting it side to side just the way she likes it, igniting that little bundle of nerves.
She moans, her legs struggling to keep herself up.
The image of her drinking it all in, captivated by herself unravelling in the mirror, is going to haunt me in the best way possible.
I add more weight to the touch with faster strokes as her panting becomes more inconsistent.
“Good girls only get to come when they are told they can,” I growl.
The reaction only fuels her further.
I maintain control, denying her release while her body reacts, seeking any kind of friction.
Wetness pools between her legs, and that’s all I need to know so I can finally sink this inside her.
I inch the knife down from her clit, she curses low at the absence, as I adjust it directly in front of her entrance.
I stop it there, drawing the anticipation out before finally erasing the last inch between us and easing the handle inside of her. Her pussy takes it greedily.
Her eyes trap mine, refusing to let go.
After the knife is fully in and she's a moaning mess, I reinforce my grasp on it.
The sudden sting of the blade biting into my palm as warmth spreads before dripping downwards.
My hand begins thrusting at an even pace as I fuck her with it.
Her hands and legs are trembling, and she can’t help but descend further onto the knife, wanting more. Craving the release her body is frantic for.
I’m lost in her, and then I feel the compression in my pants.
I’m going to come when she does. She’s so beautiful like this, surrendering wholly.
After a few more thrusts, the tingly sensation creeps down my back, and we both come together, screaming each other's names.
A long moment passes as we recover from the intensity of the high. I ease the knife out of her. It’s covered in our blood and come.
Then I graze it along her lips, “Open.” I command, and she obeys.
