Metal in Honey

Chapter Five

I saw on your face, a thought flash through your mind, not in words but the feeling of:
'There's nothing I can do'.

You saw it then, the inevitability of it all. The conclusion came to you. That fighting would just exhaust you quicker. You began to tremble and a tear slid down your cheek. I wiped it away with the knife. The tip of the knife traced down your throat and met your clavicle. It slid under the neckline of your shirt and I pulled it toward myself, splitting and tearing the fabric down your front. Your soft breasts were decorated in goosebumps and the hardest, prettiest nipples. Perhaps I don't have to rush this. There would be no witnesses if I did or didn't. Your first time is never as good as you hope it would be, but I'll make certain that this last time is perfect.

I looked into your eyes.

"I am going to let go of your mouth. Scream and that's it. No second chances, understand?"

You nodded, a lot. My hand left your mouth and you gasped, followed by trembling breathing, but no cries for help. Good girl. I looked down again at your body and saw your jeans. Your kitchen knife was good for a lot of things, but cutting through denim would never be one of them. You watched my mask slowly drift from your eyes, looking down at your jeans and raising back up to meet your eyes. I pointed at them with the knife.

"Take them off."

There was recognition on your face. This is happening right now. This is how it starts. There was a small whimper again, a small nervous smile, your breathing wavered. The panic was starting to eat through you. Spreading through your body. Shyly, you turned your back away from me, facing your bed, and slowly unbuttoned your jeans. Defeatedly, you began to pull them down by your waist when you accidentally began to pull your panties down with them. Embarrassed and forgetting, by habit you tried to quickly grab them and pull them back up but a blade tip suddenly pressed against a cheek and stopped them rising any further. You startled and gasped, letting go immediately and then, assuming correctly, began to lower them again, until they sat comfortably around your ankles.

I stroked your pussy with the flat of the blade, so as to not cut you, I saw on the surface of the blade that it was shimmering. Like an over ripe fruit, juice trickling down to the handle. Your trembling gasps became breathier. Deeper. This was unexpected. Seeing you so wet made something in me burn. A thirst grew. I could feel myself start to swell. And I knew a part of you wanted this too. Either as a trick to let my guard down or some other plan of escape, I saw your breathing steady while you laid presenting yourself, so invitingly. Maybe this is what you needed? Someone to come and take you. Show you how you should be treated. Take what they want from you. Use you as freely as they'd like. It was then I thought I'd test that theory.

You heard the sound of a belt buckle loosening, metal clicking and then a rush of leather against belt loops. I folded the leather on itself to make a loop and stroked it against your cheeks.
A shudder rippled up your thighs and down your spine. The swelling between my legs had hardened. I wanted you. But I wanted to play with my prey first. I loosened the belt and wrapped it around your throat, feeding it back through the buckle and pulling it, slowly, tightening around your neck. The cold smooth leather slithering around you, gripping your throat tighter. You gasped and exhaled slowly, ending in a... moan?

"You want this, don't you?"