Warning: Fetish Erotica.
All night, She had been speaking to me, using Her eyes, Her crooked smile, Her touch on the inside of my wrist as i moved through the darkened and smoky club with Her. She kept me close beside Her all evening, holding me tethered to Her side with a glance, as She socialized.
Being so close beside Her, smelling Her perfume and feeling a thrill course over my body whenever i heard Her rich, bright laugh was having it’s usual effect on me. Each time She reached out a finger to restrain me, and made contact with the bare skin of my arm, i felt a throb of expectation run through me. Tonight was different, i was certain. A dark promise hung in the air, a promise of very special things to come.
Finally She decided it was time to leave. my breathing quickened and i felt my pulse begin to race in time to it. Warm waves of anticipation flooded me as i followed Her to the car parked outside. Once inside the car, She turned and smiled warmly at me.
“Did you enjoy your evening?” She enquired.
“Yes,” i said simply. No inane chatter with Her.
“Good.”
She nodded, turning the key in the ignition, and starting the car. We drove home in silence, leaving my mind free to wander with breathless anticipation and fearless desire over the myriad possibilities the evening held.
Arriving home, She told me to wait in the living room, and She moved through to the bedroom, reappearing a few moments later wearing a short black silk wrap. She looked breathtaking, Her dark hair falling over Her shoulders, Her eyes gleaming with an intensity i had come to know and love. Handing me a white wrap similar to Her own, She said simply, “Change.”
Quicky, i disrobed, folding each item of clothing neatly before removing the next. i could feel her eyes upon me as i stripped. i could feel myself flooding with warmth and wetness under her gaze. Slipping into the wrap, i looked up at Her, waiting for Her direction. She held out Her hand to me, and i stepped towards Her, placing my wrist across Her palm. She closed Her hand lightly and turned to lead me into the bedroom.
A dim glow from a shaded lamp left the room in semi-darkness. A white silk sheet covered the bed. She led me towards the bed, and positioned me so that i was standing before Her. Reaching down to the nightstand beside Her, She brought Her hand up so that i could see what She held. Across Her palm lay a surgical scalpel. Stifling an involuntary gasp, i looked up into Her eyes.
“Do you trust Me?” She asked.
“Yes,” i whispered.
Smiling, She replaced the blade on the nightstand, and lifted Her hand up to my face, tracing Her index finger along my jaw line. i shivered slightly at Her touch, a tiny frisson of fear and lust thrilling through me.
She pushed gently on my shoulders, making me sit down on the silk covered bed. Pulling my robe open, She lowered Her mouth to my shoulder and flicked Her tongue quickly across my skin, just once. Gasping with delight, i saw Her reach across to the nightstand. The time had come, breathless with impatience, i looked up at Her, my gaze filled with wonder and love.
She brought the blade towards me, looking deep into my eyes and smiling in reassurance. My pulse was pounding, my blood rushing through my body in an exhilarating frenzy of desire. She knew i was longing for that first kiss of the steel on my flesh, and She deliberately, teasingly delayed the moment. Finally, just when i thought i could no longer bear the waiting, She drew the cold blade across my skin, just below my collarbone.
The first flash of hot pain was replaced almost instantly with a cold rush. i felt the blood flowing to the surface, spilling out of me where She had parted my flesh. Accompanying the hot/cold pain of the cut, there came a tugging throb and warm flood of moisture from deep within me. Immediately, She placed her mouth over the cut, and sucked lightly, drawing my blood into Her mouth. Bringing her blood-smeared lips to mine, She thrust her tongue into my mouth. I tasted the coppery saltiness of my blood, and melted into Her kiss. She kissed me until the taste of the blood had disappeared and then once more, She dipped her lips to the incision in my skin and filled her mouth with me. She kissed me again, trailing Her lips across my cheek, leaving a bloodied smear on my face. She pulled back, eyes gleaming with desire, and lifted the blade. I braced myself for the next whisper of the blade across my body, wondering where She would choose to cut this time..
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