“Because I trust you,” I say, swallowing hard under his grip on my throat.
“The power will always be yours. Do with it what you will, but don’t think for one minute I won’t bleed for you and not enjoy it. You say the word, and I will stop. But first, the power is yours. It always has been and always will be.” He flips the knife so the sharp edge is in his palm, facing the handle towards me, waiting for me to grab it.
I stare at it. “What do I do?”
“Whatever you want.” A smirk pulls his lips. “You can create scars on me. Scars I’ll look at and love.” He steps back from me, putting his arms out exposing his bare chest. “Brand me, baby.”
I can see what he’s doing. He’s scared that I have the knowledge of who he is and what he’s done. He thinks he is losing control, losing me. This is his way to give me a power he thinks I’ve somehow lost by our earlier conversation.
“I don’t know…” I stutter.
“Why is that? Because you’re scared this will make you cum instead of bleed?” He grabs the knife by the blade again, snatching it from my hand.
Blood starts to trickle from his palm, but he doesn’t react. Instead, he flips it and grabs the handle, pressing the knife to my neck. The tip of the blade is pressed under my chin, making me look up at him into those lethal eyes.
“Lay down.” His pupils dilate and flare.
I do as he says and watch as he sits on his knees between my thighs, knocking them open. Tilting his head, he brings the knife to the t-shirt I’m wearing and flicks it up, exposing my belly that is now filled with a kindling flame.
“Any marks I leave on your body will always be for pleasure, never for pain.” He removes the knife.
I nod, letting him know I understand.
“That’s my girl,” he says, fisting my shirt and slices the knife down it. He hooks a finger in my panties and slices those, too. And I’m convinced I’ll never have a wardrobe without Tyler ruining it. Maybe it’s his plan all along.
He removes himself from me to take off his jeans and boxers. “Open my legs.” He taps the blade against my thigh, urging me to let my bent knees fall open.
He shakes his head as his eyes fall between my thighs. “Baby, you’re already so wet.” He licks his lips, aching to taste me.
He runs the blade down my burning skin again, starting at my neck all the way down between my legs. I swallow hard, feeling the cool metal press against my heated flesh. It’s when he flips the knife so the blade is in his hand and the hilt toys at my entrance that my breath catches. Yet, I don’t want him to stop.
He pauses and his emeralds meet my stare, waiting for me to give him the command. And I fucking nod.
A gentle push and the hilt is inside me, making my head roll back in a mix between a moan and a cry.
“Beautiful,” he breathes as his bloody hand grips my hip, covering me in his blood.
My hips start to ride the rhythm he creates with the knife, inching deeper inside me. I test the waters by reaching for my breast, but his bloody hand snatches my wrist before I can make it halfway.
“You know the rules.” He presses his lips to my wrist as he picks up the pace with the knife.
My head rolls back as I feel the handle hit the aching spot inside me. And when I look down, I see his bloody handprint on my hip, and it does something wild inside of me.
“Cum on my fucking knife.” He grabs my face with his bloodied hand, forcing me to look at him, pushing my cheeks deliciously painfully together.
He brings his face inches to mine. I’m so close, but not quite there. He doesn’t stop the rhythm of the handle inside me.
“I saidcum,” he says through clenched teeth.
And my body submits to his command. The fire in my core kindles throughout my body, rattling me as I clamp down around the hilt.
Tyler sits back up to his knees while he continues moving the handle inside me, prolonging the pleasure he creates in me with a fucking knife.
My back arches and my head rolls back as the pleasure seizes me. I grip the blankets, trying to contain the convulsing my body is doing. I feel his large, bloodied hand run over my possessed body, admiring the pleasure that takes it over.
He grabs my thigh, yanking me closer to him, pushing that handle so deep in me, I scream from the delectable pain.
My instinct is to grab his hand to stop it, even though I don’t want to. He snatches that wrist too quickly and pins it above my head as his face gets inches from mine. I’m pretty sure I have tears streaking my face, but it feels so fucking good.
