The crotch of her shorts and panties split, the fabric whispering apart. I drag the blade higher, tracing the inside of her thigh—not cutting, just guiding—before hooking the tip beneath the waistband.
One precise flick, and it gives.
Her bottoms fall away in separated scraps, baring her inch by inch under the flicker of candlelight.
Her legs clamp together, instinct fighting instinct. Her fear and desire tangle.
“Be a good girl and spread your legs. Show me that desperate little cunt.”
She hesitates—just a breath—then her thighs part, slow and trembling, displaying her pussy.
I flip the blade in my hand, pressing the cool, rounded handle between her thighs. Not inside. Not yet. Just enough pressure to make her squirm. Her slick heat coats the grip.
“Dripping already.” I drag the handle through her slick folds. “My beautiful, greedy little whore.”
She whimpers around the gag, hips twitching, straining toward the pressure. But I don’t give her what she wants. Not yet. I circle herclit with the smooth handle, teasing. Never pressing. Just letting her sample the edge of denied pleasure.
“You want it?” I introduce the handle of the knife into the entrance of her pussy. “Beg with your body, not your mouth.”
She trembles—legs spread wide, soaked and open beneath the steel. A perfect fucking picture of surrender.
Then she moves. Hips rocking, slow at first, then more frantic. Grinding against the hilt, trying to steal what I haven’t yet given.
I pull back, and she groans. Her thighs tense, and a broken sound tears free—frustrated and wrecked.
I lift the knife, slick with her arousal, and bring it to my mouth. Her pussy juice coats the steel shaft. My tongue drags upward, savoring every drop she left behind.
“Fuck,” I whisper, voice raw and worshipful. “Every inch of you is sin on my tongue.”
I set the knife aside, and that’s when she fights.
Really fights.
It’s instinct. Her body thrashes, legs kicking, wrists pulling hard against the restraints. She bucks beneath me, a muffled sound ripping past the gag. Her eyes blaze wide and wild, daring me to take what I came for.
I fucking love it.
I force her legs apart, shoving my weight between them, dragging her thighs open.
“Keep squirming,” I growl. “I dare you.”
She tries again, hips jerking, breath ragged through her nose.
“Struggle all you want, sweetheart. You think I won’t take this pussy with your legs clenched and your mouth gagged?”
I bare my teeth, breath hot against her soaked cunt.
“You’ll come screaming through that gag with my tongue buried in your pussy.”
Her body stills. Not relaxed. Quivering. A low moan hums behind the gag. She knows the game. She chose this, and now she’s dripping because of it.
I inhale deeply at the junction of her thighs and groan. “God, you smell sweet. Irresistible, all of you.”
She squirms again, but it’s different this time. Need takes over, and I sense the shift and surrender. Her body speaks louder than any words ever could.
“Yeah, that’s right. You want this,” I snarl, mouth hovering inches from her slick cunt. “Filthy little whore, wet for a man you can’t see. Gagged. Tied down. Begging me with your fucking body.”
She nods, frantically.
