“My Ivy. Clinging to me and everything I own like it’s hers.”
She licks her lips, skin pebbling with goosebumps. She squirms beneath the intensity of my gaze.
“Bet your panties are soaked.” I adjust my hold on the knife, letting the handle graze her bare skin. “You ache for me, don’t you?”
“Yes.” The word is breathy. “So much.”
I tug her closer to me, and while still holding the knife, pull the sweatshirt over her head.
She stands there in her bra and panties. A matching set—bright pink with white hearts. Very much Ivy.
I push her back against the wall, and she leans into it like it’s the only thing holding her up.
“These are adorable.” Then I take the knife and slice the thin fabric of her underwear, first one side, then the other, being careful not to nick her skin. “Too bad I just ruined them.”
She glances at the heap of fabric now on the floor, then at me.
“I’ll buy you a new pair.” I slide the knife’shandle between her cleavage, over her stomach, and to her bare pussy.
A whimper slides from her lips. It’s a little bit of fear… but a whole lot of desire laced in the sound.
“I’ll buy you ten pairs.”
She tries to spread her legs, but the leggings pooled at her ankles prevent her from getting them as wide as she wants. A frustrated moan slips out.
“Tsk. Tsk. Impatient little vine.”
She grits her teeth. “Stop teasing.”
I shake my head, an evil laugh coming out. “You made me wait, Ivy.” I lean closer, pulling the edge of the mask up so my lips can graze hers. “It’s your turn.”
She tries to kiss me, but I pull back. I brush the handle of the knife against her clit, then lower. She moans, her head falling back against the wall.
“Please, Sebastian.”
I chuckle darkly. “You can beg.” I press the tip of the knife against her leg. “I like it.”
She opens her mouth, but I cut her off.
“But it won’t change anything.”
She huffs. My smile widens.
I keep pressing the handle against her pussy, watching as she wiggles her hips, trying to take it inside.
“Oh, my girl wants me to fuck her with a knife, huh?”
She nods. “Yes. Please.”
“Lift your foot.”
She complies, and I pull her leggings off one leg. As I straighten, I tug it around my hip.
I hover close to her lips, but don’t kiss her. Not yet. Not after she stayed away so long.
“Please stop teasing.” She tries to arch, but my hold on her tightens, keeping her where I want her.
I stare at her, not saying anything. I keep rubbing the handle along her lips, feeling her leg tremble around me.
