Rose had told me to let go and embrace what the night held for me, so that was what I was going to do. Maybe it was because I hadn't been fucked the way I'd like in a while. Perhaps it was because I was turned on at the prospect of being used and tainted by a mysterious stranger, knowing I couldn't see him.
He pinched my clit and cupped my pussy, sucking on my ear while his lips trailed downward until they wrapped around a nipple and bit it hard.
"Fuck." I cussed, panting.
He rolled a nipple between his fingers, sucking on the other one. "You are so fucking beautiful," he murmured against my breasts.
My cunt throbbed, and my breathing felt on edge. Every inch of my body burned to be taken, to be claimed and used in ways I didn't think were possible until tonight.
I wasn't a good girl. I didn't want to be treated like one.
"Please…" I whimpered.
"Please, what?" he teased.
"You know what I want…"
"No, I don't. I want you to beg for it."
He pinched my clit, and I could feel my eyes roll back in their sockets.
"Please…I want you to fuck me," I whimpered.
"There's a good girl." He chuckled, kissing my neck. "Now, why don't you spread your legs and let me treat you like the good little slut you are?"
My head was light, throbbing a little, but my raging heartbeat overshadowed it. My stomach twisted into knots, a dark thrill coursing through my veins at the thought of being taken.
The darkness surrounding me made his predatory presence even more exciting. I could feel him—his hitching breath against my skin, his raging hard-on, and the warmth his rough, wicked lean fingers provided as they teased my skin.
It was maddening.
"Are you scared?" He nipped my ear.
"Maybe." I swallowed.
"Good. You should be."
He retreated a little, and a strange object touched my skin. I shuddered, biting down on my lips. I stiffened and almost melted into the pillow when I sensed the cold feel of steel against my body.
"This has to go," he said with a low grunt, tugging at my dress. A ripping sound filled the air afterward.
I was a mess of torn silk, trembling legs, parted lips, puckered nipples, and a dripping pussy. The cold air hardened my sensitive buds to a stiff peak. I whimpered, arching off the bed when I felt the tip of the steel graze my nipples.
"Mm-hmm…"
It wasn't until he teased my throat with the tip of the steel that I connected the dots.
It was a knife.
I had used tons of sex toys on myself to take the edge off, but I had never tried using a knife before. I had only heard about gun and knife play in the unhinged books I read whenever I wasn't coordinating a flight.
"Will it hurt?" I asked in a small voice.
"Yes, but you'll love it."
I turned to putty, wiggling desperately for some form of friction. The edge of the knife was blunt, but it didn't make it any less stimulating as he dragged it across my skin. I was already messing up the sheets with my arousal when the knife hovered on my sensitive nipples.
The restraints around my wrists and ankles suspended me as I thrust my chest forward, panting and whimpering.
