She stared into his eyes while he tied her ankles to the legs of the chair. Her hands were already bound behind her and she didn’t resist. Not that she would. She got almost as much pleasure from it as he did. She watched him remove the blade from his boot and her body shivered with anticipation.
She could tell by the hard-on beneath his pants that he was just as excited. He knelt down in front of her and ran his hands over her smooth legs as he inched himself closer to her. She closed her eyes and felt his lips on her bare collar bone. His flesh was cold as he brushed her inner thighs with his hips, pressing his hard dick against her. He grabbed her waist and yanked her body away from the chair quickly. He pulled her closer, pressing his skin to hers and whispered into her ear: “Do you want it?” Her body shuddered again and she nodded in acceptance.
He released her and moved back to look at her body. He let his eyes survey her porcelain skin. It was almost flawless except for his handiwork. He pressed the flat side of his blade to her rib cage. He liked the way her breathing quickened in reaction to the cold steal. He gently turned the handle inward, dragging the edge of his knife across her skin. As she watched his skilled movements, she had to grin and bite her lip at the familiar sting of his blade in her flesh. A thin, red line appeared as blood seeped into the cut. That made three in a row. The contrasting red of the fresh wound against the old scars quickened his pulse and dick began to throb. His mind races with thoughts of their previous encounters. He never understood why she allowed him this honor. She was a goddess; bound, bleeding, and wet before him. He kissed her lips aggressively and began teasing her clit with his fingertips. She moaned softly and whispered his name under her breath as he continued kissing down her neck. He moved his fingers down to hold her warm pussy in his hand. As he gently massaged her clit with his palm her breath quickened again. He touched his lips to her nipple. Finding it soft, he quickly flicked his wet tongue against it several times and blew. It grew taunt and hard as if in obedience to his will. He noticed her blood beginning to trickle from the cut on her rib cage. He twisted his head to the side, mesmerized for a moment by the rich color of her blood. During this moment of pause, he became aware that she was rolling her hips, pressing her pussy harder against his palm. He opened his mouth and ran his tongue across the full length of the wound while slipping two fingers into her. She moaned louder this time and he knew it wouldn’t take much to bring her to climax. He stopped abruptly and looking at her said; “ Ah, tonight my love, I’m not letting you off so easy”. With that, he cut her lose from the chair, picked her up, and carried her to his bed…………….