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“I’ll never hurt you beyond what you can endure,” he said, as he tied the knots and double-tied them. “Trust me to fucking know what’s good for you and I promise that I’ll always give you more pleasure than pain.”
“Pleasure,” I gasped, as he traced a line down from my jaw to my cleavage and back again. “Like what you did to me in the cave?”
Maksim nodded slowly. “That was just the start. You’ve got no fucking idea the places I’m going to take you, Anika.”
And then he stepped back from me, looking me up and down, before seizing his dagger from the table next to him. He placed the point of the knife to my breastbone and looked me in the eye, while the candles danced around behind him.
I was dizzy with fear and desire, lost in a web of confusion and excitement. Having a knife against my flesh should not make me this excited, I knew that. But I couldn’t help it. A rush of wetness spilled out from me and dampened my inner thighs.
“Maksim,” I gasped, as the tip of the dagger pressed coldly into my flesh. I was so terrified and excited that my lips trembled. “Please.”
Now he shifted the blade slightly, so that the flat edge pressed against my flesh. Looking down, holding as still as possible, I was mesmerized by the polished steel against my skin.
“What are you doing?”
Maksim’s jaw hardened and the pressure of the knife against me intensified.
“I’m going to warn you for the last fucking time about questions, Anika.” He ground his molars together, making the muscles at his temples flex. “You either trust me to take care of you or you don’t.”
“I do,” I gasped. And somehow I managed to suppress the But…that was so very close to sneaking out of my lips. But I’m so scared. But… but… but…
In one powerful movement, Maksim plunged the dagger down toward my cleavage, drawing it toward himself at the same time, cutting my tunic free from my upper body with a slicing rip. As my breasts came free, I let out a big breath of relief.
He laughed a little, reveling in my discomfort and pleasure.
“Told you I won’t fucking hurt you.”
Hurt me. Please, I thought to myself, as I tried to get my breath.
Using the flat edge of the blade, he teased my nipples with the cold steel of his dagger. And then he moved down to my britches, slicing those free from me as well, leaving them in tatters and leaving me completely naked before him.
He tossed his dagger aside and knelt before me, slipping two fingers between my folds as he watched me respond to his touch. It felt so good that my knees went weak and I found myself very grateful for the bindings keeping me upright. My skin felt tender from all he had done to me earlier, but its sensitivity only intensified the pleasure of his fingers on my clit again.
“Looks like playing with my knife makes you soaking wet. Such a perfect girl you are for me.”
I was powerless to answer with actual words, but somehow managed a long, “Mmm,” into the flesh of my shoulder as my eyelids fluttered shut.
Still keeping his fingers against my pussy, he rose up before me, sliding his rough hand up my belly and breasts. A brutal pinch of my left nipple made me hiss and open my eyes. While rolling my nipple back and forth and doing the same with my clit, he kissed me hard and deep, exploring my mouth and rendering me completely helpless to his touch and expertise.
Freeing my nipple from his grip, he slapped my breast once and then again. The pain made me whimper, but it also made me even wetter. I could hear my own slick wetness on his fingers as he worked on me between my legs. He licked a long line up my throat, pausing by my ear to nip my lobe, before continuing up my ear again.
Pleasure, pain, pain, pleasure. Back and forth. Give and take.
But I wanted more. I wanted so much more. I wanted everything and I wanted it now.
“Take me, please,” I begged him, wriggling against my bindings, desperate to have him in my arms.
“You think you’re ready for this?”
I felt his cock pressing into my belly. He was massive. All that throbbing power, all that masculine strength. I had to be able to accept that, to open my body to all of it.
“I don’t know,” I gasped. “But please, please let me try.”
He growled at me a little, then knelt down to grab his knife. Rather than untie me, he cut me free, and hoisted me over his shoulder with a slap on my ass for good measure. He tossed me onto the bed with a feathery hush as I landed in the downy pillows and silky sheets. Kneeling on the edge of the bed, he straddled me, with his hard cock against my stomach and his balls nestled against my lower belly. I gazed up at him, taking in his spectacular, chiseled body. With quick, expert movements, he freed my wrists from their curtain rope binding, and bound one to the headboard.
