“Please,” she said, slight panic in her eyes. “I have to learn. I want to learn. You have to let me learn.”
Was this right? Should I allow it or push her to step back? Which option would damage her less? Which option would help her more?
My eyes fell to her lips. “What do you want me to do?” I could control myself. I would. Whatever she told me to do, I would do that and nothing more.
Her lips parted, her breathing a little ragged. “Get on your knees,” she told me.
Oh, fuck me.
Without breaking eye contact, and almost in a daze, I slid off the bed to my knees, her hand only digging into my throatmore. At this point, I was wondering how she hadn’t drawn blood.
She spread her legs a little, and I settled in front of her, her eyes flashing between panic and lust. Between fear and trying to conquer her own mind.
“You’re doing so good, pup,” I hummed, her hand tightening.
“Just don’t look away,” she said on a fear-filled breath. “Don’t look away.”
Never.
Her chest was heaving a bit, her throat hollowing with every breath. “Take out your knife and cut my sweats open,” she said quickly, her eyes instantly finding my hands.
“I can do this.”I could almost hear her chanting that in her mind. Over and over again.“I can do this, I can do this, I can do this.”
So, with slow motions, as if I were being held at gunpoint, I reached for the pocketknife I always had in my back pocket. I held my left hand up, fingers spread, as I pulled my knife out of my pocket with my left.
Her eyes flicked to the knife and back, her nails digging into my neck, warm suddenly sliding down towards my collar.
My cock throbbed. Fuck, she drew blood.Myblood. I thought her dragging her nails down my back was intoxicating, but this? Damn if I didn’t want her to pin me to the ground and ride my face into oblivion.
“I’m cutting your sweats now,” I told her carefully.
She nodded almost imperceptibly. “Okay.”
Her eyes fell to that knife, widening as she watched it move closer and closer to the space between her legs.
She inhaled sharply and I froze, watching as her eyes found mine. “I’m fine,” she assured me. “Keep going.”
I searched her eyes. Should I? Was this healthy?
But we had never been the healthiest before, had we? Whatwe had worked for whatever reason, I had to trust her now. I wanted to trust her.
So, I inched forward, her eyes shooting back to the knife. With a quick flick of my wrist, I sliced up the seam, her entire body tensing in reaction to it.
“Get rid of it,” she ordered me.
I tossed it across the room, towards the door where Lucy sat.
She stared at it for a long time, her breath slowing, before her eyes found mine again.
“I did it,”her eyes screamed.
Good job, baby.
“Okay,” she breathed out, her legs relaxing a little more. “Talk me through it,” she instructed softly. “When you do it, talk me through it.”
Talk her through it? Not like I did before, it was brutal. I was taking then, I wanted to give now.
I wanted to give everything to her. I wanted to give her back the power she was so desperately searching for.
