The Blade's Caress
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Last published Fri, Aug 23, 2024
She looked like a rat caught in headlights, her big brown eyes looking innocently up at me, tears brimming. My little Miss Kindergarten turns me on without even doing anything.
I wanted to hug her, but if I did, she would feel my manhood.
"Tsk tsk, what happened, Miss Kindergarten?" I whispered.
She stood up, the moonlight from the window making her curves more prominent. "Why are you here?" she sniffled.
"I can come whenever I want, baby," I walked slowly towards her. She took a step back, and I took one more forward. She touched the wall behind her.
Aawww
"Uh huh, no escape, baby," I spoke, standing in front of her. Her head low, her toes fidgeting on her own.
Nervous. Nervous.
"What's so interesting in those cute feet today?" I asked, tugging at her chin to make her look up at me.
"Go Away. Please" Her voice came out weak.
"You should mind your business."
"Oh, you are my business, Miss Kindergarten. Don't forget that," I growled in a low voice. Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up.
"I'm not!" Her stubborn behavior as usual.
"You are, baby, and if you deny it again, I'll bite that little tongue of yours." She sucked in a sharp breath, rolling her eyes at me.
Her breath hitched as she tried to look down, but I held her face up.
"I'm not!" she gritted out, her nose fuming in anger. "You can't tell me. You don't own me!"
'Only if she knew, she doesn't look scary at all. She's a pookie. MY POOKIE!'
"You love challenging me, baby," I said, closing the distance between us and bending until my nose touched hers. "Let me taste that daring tongue of yours." I whispered, tilting my head to sniff her hair.
Grabbing her arms from behind and pinned them above her head.
"Hey, Miss Kindergarten, your hands are wet."
She whimpered. I brought my other hand back to her chin and saw dark liquid dripping off my fingers. The metallic scent wafting up my nostrils.
"I swear If this is blood, you're going to regret it. Baby."
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