He had me drink water at regular intervals, so I wouldn’t get dehydrated, truly thinking of my every comfort. I slipped into a dreamlike, floating place halfway through our session and enjoyed the feeling of weightlessness. I was completely lulled by his deep, gruff voice and had almost fallen asleep when he went in a different direction. The feel of this new object had me dropping back to reality and payingveryclose attention to his every move. I knew my voice would shake on this word, but I didn’t care.
“B-blade.”
“Mmmm, you surprise me with how good at this you are, Worthy. You even know the feel of a knife sliding over your skin. Very good, boy.”
I had gone soft over the duration of our play, lulled into that twilight between sleep and wakefulness. The feel of Crow’s cold blade slipping flat across my chest had me rock hard in a few seconds.
“Hmm, you like this one, I see.”
The blade was drawn down my chest, no longer on the flat, but pulled up, so the point was dragging its way down my chest, tummy, and then lower. Crow moved the knife point across my groin, right to the base of my hard cock. In my mind, I followed the sharp point as it was moved up my length, imagining what it looked like to have a lethal blade that close to my dick. The visual made me even harder. Jesus, I was fucked if he slipped or moved wrong and cut me, but at the same time, I wanted to see what it would look like if he did.
Crow dipped the point into the opening at my tip, which made me want to cringe, but I felt that tip leak even faster at the slight discomfort. I heard Crow make a deep noise in the back of his throat that could have been a groan or a growl. I was too lost in this fantasy to know for sure.
“You know what I want, don’t you, boy? You want it, too. I know you do. I want to cut you, Worthy. I want to make you bleed with my blade in your flesh. I want you to havemyscars on your skin, nothis.”
He spat out the last word, and I felt his mood change the temperature in the room, it was so violent a shift. The knife disappeared and returned a second later at the base of my cock again, this time underneath, right above my balls. He pushed the edge into my shaft, harder and harder. I could feel his thoughts going back and forth as he pulled the knife away a little one moment, then pushed back with so much force, I knew he meant to cut it off. I was frozen in place, waiting to see what he would finally decide. I was horrified that if it was my decision, I was sure what I wanted, no, what I needed. At that moment, I needed him to cut me. Hurt me. Make me bleed. I longed to be marked and claimed by someone who wouldn’t hurt me for fun, but because we both would get something out of the encounter.
I needed it so bad, I was willing to lie here on this bed, unrestrained, and let him do it. I wanted his scars on me because they wouldn’t be made to hurt me, but to make me feel the pain/pleasure I craved so badly and never got with Terrence.
“I want it, Worthy, and I know you do, too.”
This was it, he was going to cut me, possibly maim me for life, and I wanted to bleed for him. At the exact moment I was convinced he was about to sink his blade in my skin, the knife disappeared. I heard it clatter on the wooden floor, and Crow might have kicked it across the room as I heard it skitter away and slam into the wall.
“But not today. Today, I promised sensation and touch. Pleasure is for today. If you want the rest, you’ll have to ask me for it. Do you understand, Worthy?”
I nodded and answered, “I understand.”
“Exactly. Very good. Now I’ll give you the rest of today’s lesson. The ultimate sensation I can give you today without going over the line.”
Seconds later, my entire cock, was engulfed in his scalding mouth, and the tip was swallowed into his throat.
Holy, fuck!
I wasn’t going to last. It had been years since I’d felt so good. Within a minute or two of him working me like a pro, I was coming so hard down his throat, I physically felt the orgasm in my thighs and down to my toes. Jesus Christ, I had needed that. Drunk on sensation, I opened my mouth and spilled my guts.
“Fuck, I’m sorry that was so quick, but I haven’t had a blow job since college. Terrence thought sex was disgusting and never blew me or fucked me after we were married. He’d make me suck him off sometimes, but mostly he got off by beating me. If I came when he hurt me, he would punish me in other ways to teach me a lesson.”
I knew I was oversharing, but I couldn’t find the fucks to care. I was back in my cloud, and this time, I wasn’t going to be able to come back for a while. A warm wet cloth was wiped over my whole body at some point, then the eye pack was removed. My arms were removed from their place behind my head, and each one was massaged for a minute to get the circulation moving again. Finally, the comforter was pulled over my still naked body. Steps crossed the room, then the door was pulled shut, and I knew I was alone. I would have to think about what had happened in this room today. Something important might have happened, but I’d have to deal with that later. Sleep now, reality would have to wait.
