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25^ Connor - Knife Play

My tie doesn't look straight around my neck. It looks slightly lopsided, but I can't tell. If I can't tell, will anyone else be able to tell? I don't think so. I shrug and leave the bathroom. I'm sure no one will notice my tie.
     I look for Hank, but I can't find him. He's probably outside with Gavin. He managed to coerce Hank into smoking with him. Now, they're both addicted. As if Hank needed a smoking addiction.
     I groan softly, slowly trudging to my desk. I guess I'll just wait for him.
     Someone grabs my hips and pulls me towards him. "Heyyy, Connie."
     I recognize the voice before I see the face. Conan's face pokes into my vision. My boyfriend stares down at me with those ice blue eyes. They feel cold when he stares at you.
     "Hi, Conan. What's wrong?"
     "What's wrong? You should be asking what's right." He moves around me, pulling me by the hand to my desk. "Look!" He pulls out a little piece of what looks like wood. Out of nowhere, a blade pops out of the handle, surprising me. "Switchblade."
     I frown. "You... got another knife?"
     "It's not a knife! It's a switchblade! There's a difference." He stares at the tip before poking his tongue out and licking it.
     I can't help but stare at him in immense disappointment. "Conan, we talked about this. You need to stop buying knives."
     "I did stop buying knives! Sort of. But, this is a switchblade, Connor! It's different!" he insists.
     I roll my eyes. "Ok, well, stop buying switchblades and knives. No more sharp objects."
     "Can I buy spikes?" He smirks.
     "For what? Why would you need spikes?"
     He shrugs. "I don't know. Spikes are cool."
     "You know what else is cool? Not buying knives."
     He gives me a look.
     "And, switchblades," I add with a sigh.
     "That's not cool, Connor. But, don't worry. You have a lovely boyfriend like me to buy you plenty of knives." He gets off the desk and wraps his arm around my shoulder. "Who can I stab?"
     "N-No one! We're in the middle of the precinct! Why would you stab someone in the middle of the precinct?!" I glower at him.
     Conan always does this. He has a new knife everyday. But, I still somehow love him. He buys knives, then he kills people, and I get dragged into helping bury the body. Do I mind? Yes and no. I love Conan, but he has an obsession with knives, and it scares me sometimes.
     "Ok, I'm not that stupid, Connor. I just wanna test out my new friend!" He waves the blade in front of my face. "God, I just can't. Staring at it makes me so excited. What's the point of buying knives if you don't use them?! Connor, I need to stab someone."
     "You don't need to." I shrug his arm off of me.
     "Yes, I do! I have needs, Connor. I am very sophisticated." He raises his chin like a bratty teenager.
     "No, you don't. Can't we just have sex and be done with it? That seems to make you happy enough." I cross my arms.
     "Yes! I love fucking your slutty ass into the bed every night, but I also love stabbing things and people. Oh! I have an idea." He grabs me by the arm. "I can stab you."
     I shake him off. "No. You promised me you would never hurt me with your knives."
     "Non consensually! I'm not allowed to just start cutting you out of nowhere. But! If I had your consent..."
     "No." I walk away from him.
     He easily catches up to me with his longer legs. The running joke is "Daddy Long Legs." He grabs me, preventing me from going anywhere. "Connor, please. You don't understand."
     "I don't wanna be all cut up. That's a normal thing to think and feel."
     "Yes! It is. But, don't you love me? Don't you want to make me feel good?" He slowly pulls me closer to him. "Don't you wanna be beneath me as I slowly cut you?"
     "No. Stop trying to manipulate me."
     "Connorrrrrr!" he whines. "P-Pwease?"
     I fucking hate it when he does this. He makes those stupid puppy eyes at me, and he looks like he's gonna cry. It makes me feel terrible. "No."
     Tears start rolling down his face. "C-Connorrr! Pleeeeeease! Just a little bit? Please?? I promise, I won't hurt you unless you want me to! Please! I'll be careful!" He clasps his hands together. "Pleeeeeease!!"
     "Conan, shut up!" I slap my hand over his mouth. Everyone is looking at us like we're fucking insane.
     He removes my hand. "Everyone hates us now, haha. Let's leave." He drags me away by the hand.
     "What??" I follow him, but I don't want to. I'm just embarrassed.
     "I'm so happy you agreed, Connor! I'm so happy you said yes!" He kisses my forehead.
     "What? When did I ever agree to this? I didn't! I never said yes!" I stare at the ground in utter confusion. But, this is nothing new. Conan's always manipulating me.
     "Y-Yes, you diiiiiddd! You said yes to meeee!" He starts crying again.
     "Ok! Fine! Stop crying!" I hate myself right now for giving in to this fucking man-child.
     "Yay! I love you so much, Connor." He hugs me.
     "Ugh..."
     "Let's go! I have little to no patience, and I wanna cut you." He trots away with his grip on my arm. If you were watching us from a distance, you'd never guess that Conan was a knife-obsessed maniac, and I'm about to let him cut me.
     He opens the car door and shoves me inside. He gets in, too, but he doesn't start the car. "Ok! Let's do this here cause I have no patience to take us home." He crawls into the backseat. "Oh, I have so many knives, Connor. Which one do you prefer?" He holds up a gold plated knife with a curved blade. "Or, this one?" He throws a solid black one at me.
     "Stop throwing knives at me! And, aren't you gonna use your switchblade?" I set the blade on the console.
     He gets back in his seat and takes my hands. "Yes, but I can use it later. This is our first time." He leans forward and places a kiss on my cheek. "My first time hurting you, and your first time being hurt by me. It's special. We can use whatever knife you want." His smile is happy and bright. "Whatever you want."
     I swallow hard. "You sound insane."
     "When have I ever sounded sane?" He gets back into the back seat and rummages around for more knives.
     "Conan, just use a knife. I don't care which one."
     "Ok, ok." He pulls out a small, black knife. Blue lines spread through it like veins. "This should do." He pulls me back to the back seat. "You'll love this, Connor. I promise."
     "M-Mhmm..." I really hate to admit it, but Conan is so hot when he gets like this. Maybe, it's just me being used to it, but he looks so sexy when he gets all dark like this. I wish I wasn't like this.
     "You're already hard." He pulls my pants off. "I'll have to be careful with you. This will hurt."
     I force myself to look at anything but his face. He pulls my clothes off until I'm naked, but I don't mind. More often than not, I'm naked around Conan. I feel so needy. I don't know why I get so hard and excited at the thought of him cutting me when I don't want him to cut me.
     He pulls his shirt off. "Are you ok?"
     I nod slowly.
     He presses the blade against my thigh. The cold metal bites my skin, quickly creating a cut in the synthetic material. "How does it feel?" He presses harder.
     Despite myself, I moan. "I... Good? I think?"
     "Good." He begins to drag the blade across my thigh. I can see him starting to get hard. I can see his erection poking through his pants.
     He pulls away, staring down at the cut he made. Blue blood seeps from the wound. A satisfied smile spreads across his face. "Oh, Connor, this makes me so fucking happy." He presses his lips to mine.
     I moan softly as he strokes my cock. "C-Conan! Conan, it feels good!" I hate myself for being this quick to moan like a bitch, but I can't help it.
     "Don't worry, baby. You'll feel better." He takes off the rest of his clothes and discards them on the floor. "I'm so fucking excited," he breathes. I can see his cock twitching, begging to be inside someone.
     I slide closer to him. "Please..." I whisper.
     "Shh. You'll get it, Connie. You'll get it." He presses the tip of the blade against my stomach. "I love watching the blood drip from your wounds." He drags the blade down my stomach, creating a small cut on me. He watches the blood slowly well up from the wound, and he leans down to lick it off of me. "You want my cock? Hmm?"
     "Yes! Please!"
     He takes me by the hips and pulls me into his lap. I whine, tensing as he pokes his tip into my hole. "Take it," he growls. I moan loudly, suffering when he pushes himself inside.
     He doesn't move at first. He just keeps himself inside of me and presses the blade to my arm. He makes small cuts down my arm, grinning at the small drops of blue blood that drip down.
"I'm about to cum from this, Connor." His face is flushed blue with excitement. He slowly thrusts into me as he pokes his tongue out and licks up the blood. I tangle my fingers in his hair.
He starts thrusting faster, pressing the blade to my throat. "I'm gonna kill you."
I feel like the breath has been taken away from me. My heart drops to my feet.
"I'm gonna kill you, and I'm gonna destroy your body when I'm tired of using it. I'm gonna fill your dead body full of my cum. I'll drink all your blood until your dry."
"S-Stop! No! Don't kill me!" My heart beats wildly in my chest.
He cackles like a fucking hyena. "You think you can stop me?!" He fucks me harder, slamming himself in and out of my hole. "I'm gonna be sad when you're gone."
     "Nooo! Conan, please! Don't kill me!" I cry. Tears roll down my face. "Please! I'm begging you!"
     He smiles in absolute pleasure before throwing his knife to the side and finishing himself off. I gasp for air. "Shh, Connor. It's ok. I won't kill you." He presses his lips to my forehead. "I love you so much. I would never kill anyone I love."
     "Conan..." I breathe.
     "It's ok. You're too valuable for me to kill you. I was just trying to scare you. It makes me so excited to see you begging for your life." He rocks from side to side, comforting me as I calm down.
     Despite all the pain and fear, it felt good. I think I liked it. I rest my head on Conan's chest, slowly calming down so I can go back to work.