Page 53 of The Vampire’s Prey

Laughing, I slide the blade fully out and rest the tip between her breasts. Her breath hitches, and she lies there motionless.

“My kind? That is very speciesist of you.”

Her eyes widen as I let the weight of the blade sink further down

“Oh. Oh, I’m sorry, sir, that was thoughtless. I just...”

“Shhh, my sweet,” I chuckle, “Am I really such an ogre that I cannot tease you?”

“You’ve never teased me before, ya stuff shirt, sir” she grumbles.

“True.” I lean back, bringing the blade with me. “But then again, a man can change if he wishes, can he not?”

A look of sadness sweeps across her face. What nerve did I just hit?

“I suppose.”

This will not do. Putting the tantō back on the bed, I slide my fingers down her opening and slip them inside. Her gasp of pleasure and fluttering eyelids replace the look of sadness. Perfect. I want her to remember this time with me with fondness and not let anything taint it.

After pumping for several moments, I feel her walls clench down on me rhythmically. If I keep this up, she will come again with very little provocation. This will not do at all. Pulling out, I give her mound a short, sharp slap. Groaning, her eyes fly open, her pleading wordless but clear all the same.

“Not without permission. You know the rules. Besides, you’ve already had your pleasure once tonight. I feel that I am due a little of my own. Pulling the tantō back up, I level her with a stern look.

“Again, do not move. Are we clear?”

“Yes, sir,” she whispers, her fingers tightening again around the rough iron.

“Good girl. And eyes on me.”

She bites her bottom lip but does not look away as I slide the flat side of the blade across her stomach. Her ab muscles tense and ripple underneath my ministrations, but other than that, she remains a perfect statue, my own porcelain doll.

“Such a very, very good girl,” I murmur, following each cold slide of the knife with my hands. I cannot offer much warmth, but it’s at least a small comfort. A grounding between us. I feel the energy humming through her, and delirium swirls in my brain. My fangs pulse as I keep the edge away from her skin. Just a nick. Just one small puncture, and I can feed. I know the blood will be simply divine and have been lusting for it since the dungeon. Lifting the blade back into the air, I make her watch as I take the sharp edge and bring it towards her fragile skin. Moments before it touches her, I smirk and bring it back up, loving the quick change from nervousness to relief.

“This blade is far too much for your skin.” Her sigh of relief brings another smirk to my lips. “Instead,” leaning back down, I pull up the scabbard and draw out my much smaller kogatana. “This will serve my purposes much better.”

The wary look returns as I lower it down to her skin. I only allow the weight to touch it, bringing a cutting sensation without truly marring the skin. Her gasps fill my ears as I drag the knife then follow it up with my tongue across each spot. Her body holds taut against my blade, every inch of her trying desperately to obey. Each muscle I drag the knife across tenses and holds until after I swipe my tongue. Her unease wars with her arousal, and by the smell of it, the arousal is winner.

“Relax pet. It will feel much better if you just let go.”

“How would you feel if you had gashes all across your skin!”

Ahhh. Still mouthy. Excellent. Setting the kogatana to the side, I lean up and slide my hand up the back of the skull to grip her hair.

“You did not say sir,” I murmur against her lips before sucking in her bottom lip and dragging a fang across the sensitive skin. Until this moment, I did not realize how amazing it felt to finally be out of the shadows. To finally be myself, fully, with a woman. “Besides,” I lift her head up so she can observe her skin. There are the odd light streaks where the knife opened up her capillaries, but no damage near as to what her mind made her think.

That is the beautiful thing with knife play. It tricks the senses in such a way that even a butter knife feels like it's cutting through skin.

"As I see it, your skin is still very much intact. No gashes to be seen."

Her eyes wander over her flesh, the look holds a mix of awe and incredulity. "You must have healed me then."

"Healed you? Why would I want to do that? If I were attempting to feed from your delectable body, it would not be prudent to heal before I’ve gotten my fill. And trust me, I am still ravenous.” Chuckling, I watch the play of emotions over her face. "Besides, I don’t know what you’ve learned about vampires, but we don’t just go around licking people to heal them. That's the sort of thing you’d read in a fantasy."

A look of panic flashes across her face, but only for a moment. I am fairly certain I would have missed it if I weren’t watching for every twitch.

"Now, lay back down, and I'll go back to playing with you."

Nodding, she settles back onto the pillow, her breathing a lot less erratic now. Now, I can begin to take my sustenance. For several more minutes, I lull her into a false sense of security by resting the knife on her skin and barely letting the weight sink down into her tender flesh. After her breathing turns into moans, I let more and more weight settle on the knife. In her mind, all the sensation feels the same. I know for a fact the knife is razor sharp, enough to glide through flesh like it was butter. What my delightful princess doesn't know is that just this evening, upon waking up, I went through my nightly ritual of sharpening my weapons. Every night, like clockwork. It relaxes and soothes my mind. Almost like a meditation.