My Jaded Sanity (Bdsm)

Stabbing My Pleasure.

"B-b- Blake..." I have no words right now. "I was going to meet you at the club, but it seems you fancied something more adventurous" he says, grin growing" what do you want?" I'm trembling with fear, I'm in the middle of nowhere with: a psychopath kidnapper. "You" he smirks, "for someone with no experience of s&m you did good slave" his words, they sent shivers through me: "please.. I'm begging you please.. just, let me go" I can't help but cry, tears begin rolling down my cheek; the tiniest glimpse of normality that I had in 48 hours has officially evaporated.

"Shhh, don't worry, I'll look after you sweetie" he gently wipes away my tears with his thumb: I look up to see his grey eyes twinkling with false consolidation. "I want to go home!" I pull away from him, "you've no right to do this to me" I try opening the door to find it's locked; typical. "your not going anywhere" he says, jumping from somewhat kind to dominating: he had a habit of leaping emotions. "I'm going home! regardless of you trying to stop me!" I shout, "you dirty little slut, trying, to stop you? don't underestimate me" I look into his eyes and I see a familiar cloud of ragged lust.

He grabs my hair by the root and pulls it so I'm face to face with him: he leans in and kisses me roughly, biting and sucking at my lips then going towards my neck; I can't help but let out a little moan when he gnaws at my collarbone: " st-op.. ".

He grabs my waist, picks me up and throws me onto the back seat. Climbing out of the car, he runs his fingers through his hair: I strangely like that. Climbing back in he undoes his trousers and crawls on top of me, pushing up my dress and noticing I have no underwear on he grins "stop.. no! stop" he looks into my eyes for a moment and then pushes into me slowly "stop!... Stop" I scream "shut up and take me slave" why does he call me that..? "no, no! stop!" I scream even louder but he gets deeper into me making me whimper slightly. "n-.." he pulls out the same blade from last night and puts up against my neck "shhh.. I wouldn't want to get the wrong spot would I" he looks at me, pure evil in his eyes. "Now are you going to be quiet so we can get on with this?" he asks cheerily, I don't have the strength to argue, I don't want this, I just want my life!

I look away and he smiles "good girl" and he puts the blade back into his back pocket. Thrusting in and out of me I try my hardest not to enjoy his extraordinary size, filling me up with every pound, I get wetter and can feel myself reaching an climax, I grip at his back before I realise that I'm centimetres away from the blade handle.

I rub my hands up and down his back and smoothly pull the blade out of his back pocket "what the-" he grabs my hand and pulls it forward along with his own "what do you think your fucking doing!" he tries to bend my wrist but I wriggle it toward his hip. The blade is now poking at his hipbone: he pulls his other hand forward to try and support the other but before he can do anything I push the knife into his flesh.

Oh my god, what have I... "Blake... Blake" he begins to breathe heavily and support the blade by pulling on it. I need to get out of here; this is my chance. I climb up to the drivers seat and pull down the handle, finding it's unlocked I quickly run out.

I don't turn to look back: I can't.I can hear cars and horns so I follow the noise. What have I just done, with every step I take I see his eyes clouding with murkiness.

I've just stabbed a man.