Deadly Love

Breakfast

(1238 words)
*smut, rope and knife usage, and blood warning
Malice's POV:

"Morning gorgeous," I chime as Summer appears from the bedroom. Her gate is slightly staggered and wobbly, and I take pride in what I did to her last night. We barely slept and I'm fine with that.

She runs her eyes and looks up at me. "Morn-" she cuts off her sentence as she looks at me. I'm wearing nothing but boxers under an apron and I'm holding a platter of food.

I set the food on the table and look back up turn to get the orange juice while saying, "Speak up darling. I can't understand you if you don't use words."

"I said, goooood morning to you too." She runs up behind me and grabs my ass before stealing the orange juice. I quickly turn around and take the juice back, setting it on the counter.

"Someone didn't have enough last night did they?" I chime as I throw her over my shoulder and slap her ass in return.

"Where are we going? I wanted food!" she rebuttals while flailing her limbs.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I've got my breakfast right here," I say with another slap to her but as I walk us toward the bedroom.

"Fine. I'm picky about breakfast food though, so I get to choose how it comes," she smirks.

I stop in my tracks, absolutely shocked at what just came out of her mouth. "Okay lead the way then," I respond, setting her down.

"Bedroom, now. I'll meet you there. Put on the blindfold from last night," Summer commands of me.

I do as she says and walk straight to the bedroom. I grab the silk blindfold and cover my eyes while laying in an X across the bed. "Fuck, hurry up baby. We only live once and the more time you take now, the less we can fuck later."

"Stop complaining, I'll be there momentarily," she scoffs from the kitchen.

Suddenly, I hear footsteps and the sound of metal clanging. As she nears me, I feel her fingernail trace it's way up my body from ankle to neck. She leans in and whispers into my ear, "Be good and you'll get what you want. Do the opposite, and I'll leave you edged and hungry. Got it?"

"Mhmm," I hum.

Her small hands take my arms and pull them over my head. She holds them in one hand while the other ties a rope around my wrists which she attaches to the headboard. My ankles are then tied to the corresponding sides of the bed frame. I've never considered trying letting my partner be the dominant, but for Summer, I'll try anything once.

"Darling," I say softly.

"Yes," she says at a distance.

"Not to critique, but you forgot something."

"And what would that be, Mr. Know-it-all?"

"My boxers are still on, and I'm already tied up," I point out.

"I'm aware. Very aware," she states confidently. Her demeanor is starting to scare me slightly. I've never seen- or heard- her like this before. I go silent and await her action.

"Before I start, you're not afraid of blood, are you?" she questions.

"Umm no," I respond.

"Good."

My heartbeat is racing and my body is tensed. She comes close enough to me that I can feel her body heat beside me. "Stay very still for me baby," Summer commands in a sultry voice.

I feel something cold against my stomach, but can't place what it is. Then, she slides the item in the top of my boxers. Within seconds, she quickly slices through the fabric with what I now realize is a knife. I can't tell if I'm more scared or turned on by the action.

"See, I knew what I was doing," she says with a sexy laugh to follow. She lays the knife flat against my stomach and slides it up towards my throat as she climbs on top of me. She's kneeling with one leg on either side of me and her hips aligned with mine.

The knife nears my neck and she places the blade against my throat, "Don't move."

I try to control my movement as her free hand strokes my dick. Fuck. Why is this so hot? I never thought I would enjoy this, but here I am.

I tense in response to her stopping the action and she quickly relays, "I said, don't move."

I bet she looks so hot right now, but this damn blindfold is stealing my view. My thought is cut off by the knife pushing harder against my trachea. I'm scared that if I breathe, it will be the last time I do. Right as I start to panic, she pulls the knife back momentarily as says, "Breathe." I take in a breath, followed by the sharp pressure returning.

Summer's POV:

Just do it. Just press the knife a little harder and this will all be over. Mission complete and I can move on with my life. Nope, can't do it.

I pull the knife from his neck and see a small droplet of blood where the knife tip was. I slide my body down on the bed, to better access him. I start to stroke him while simultaneously sliding my tongue up and down the veins on his cock. He moans and pulls at the ropes holding him in place.

I slide forward again and place myself on him. I make circular movements with my hips while doing small bounces. "Are you close?" I ask of him.

"Fuck yeah baby."

"Okay, wait."

I feel him tense in me at the request as I reach for the knife again. My movements continue until I have also almost reached my climax. Right before we can both release, I place the knife against his throat. "Come," I command with slight motivation from the blade.

As we both climax I feel his warm release inside of me and I feel proud. I could let him have his turn now, but I'm not done. Our bodies separate and I reach inside of myself, costing two of my fingers in a mixture of our cum.

I reach his throat and tap my fingers to the red dripping from his throat. My other hand then reaches to grasp his neck. With one hand chocking him I command, "Open."

Malice opens his mouth and I stick my fingers deep into his throat, "Suck." His mouth closes around my fingers as he swallows the mixture.

"I don't want the appetizer, I want the whole as meal darling," he insists. I tighten my grip on his neck and respond, "In a moment, let me enjoy the view for a moment." The muscles in his arms are only improved by the pose I've tied him in. All of him is considerably more sexy at this moment.

I run my tongue down the center line of his abs. Once I reach his hips, I continue the line down his leg towards his ankle. I pull away and start to untie him.

Once he is fully untied, I pull the blindfold from his face and sit him up. My legs straddle his as I lean in and whisper in his ear.

Malice's POV:

I hold Summer's waist as she leans in. I feel her breath against my neck as she nears my ear and whispers simply, "Breakfast is served."