"Is it too tight?," he asked and you hummed, shaking your head. Your fingers brushed over the choker, the butteries dancing in your stomach.
"It's perfect," you smiled and you felt his lips graze against your ear. "You look beautiful," he praised, "so good for me, little Kitten." Your body heated up, now so eager for his touch.
"Should we play?"
Your body ached. His hands traced every curve. Trailed his fingers over your hips and across to your ass, now in the air as your head rested against the cool pillow.
"God, I love seeing you like this," he sighed, fingers slipping between your thighs. "Open, waiting for your Daddy. You're so good." You whimpered in response, turning your head just enough to meet his eyes.
He lifted the object and flipped it in his hands. The metal caught your eye and your breath hitched in your throat. "Let's see how you do with this, tonight, hmm, sweetheart," he said, smirk on his face. That knife. It was dangerous.
The blunt end trailed over your hip and you hissed. It hurt, but not enough to deter you. And you wanted so desperately to be good for him. To please him. You trusted him, he wouldn't hurt you.
"See...," he began, "I've done bad things with this knife. Hurt people. Mostly deserved it," he said, his voice dripping with lust. It made you wetter, the way he spoke. "I want to associate it with something else...something good."
"You."
You visibly shivered, the cold steel brushing the inside of your thighs. "I want to see if I can make you cum. Just like this." You released a soft moan, the coldness making your body erupt in goosebumps. "Can you be good for me, hmm? Can you be still, do as I ask?"
You nodded, almost in a trance. The way he spoke, he had you spellbound. "Ye-yes, Sir," you said, willing your voice to stay steady. You needed to be good, perfect for him. You craved his approval.
"Good...," he sighed contentedly, pushing your hair back from your face. He came around, meeting your eyes. "You're so beautiful, baby. But I need you to do something for me," he said softly and you nodded. You'd do anything.
He pulled back, pressing the blade to your aching cunt. The pressure was almost too much. You were already so close and he hadn't done a thing. "Moan for me, baby. I need to hear you moan. Those filthy little sounds." He pressed it again and a loud moan slipped from your lips.
"Fuck," he breathed, "make me so god damn hard."
His head fell back for a moment, collecting himself and he turned you over, laying you on your back. He quickly went back to work, the blade tracing around each nipple and down the valley of your breasts.
"Look at you...," he said quietly, biting his lip, "so, so good. You want a reward?," he asked and you nodded furiously. You'd take anything at that point. "Back up on your knees, sweet little thing."
You scrambled back to position, your body eager, aching for his touch. His approval. "Just the way I like you," he purred, moving behind you. "I think you need this," he replied, and you turned your head. The small cord, hooked onto the choker around your neck.
Oh yes, you certainly needed that.
He gave it a quick tug once it was attached, pulling your head back just a bit. Testing the waters. But he already knew exactly how you liked it. "Bet you're wet," he chuckled under his breath and his metal hand moved between your thighs.
"I want you to beg."
You let out a small whimper and dropped your head. You bucked your hips, just a bit and a growl fell from his lips. "That's not begging," he warned, his voice low. Menacing. And it made you ache.
