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I don’t know which is worse: to know that he killed someone to protect me, or that he expects me to do the same. “I don’t think I can.”
“You didn’t think you could give me your safeword and mean it, either, but you did.”
But that was different. This is wrong. So wrong. I can’t imagine hurting anyone.
“Even me,” he says, drawing my attention to his face. “If I come at you to kill, you take me out first.”
“You wouldn’t ever do that. I certainly wouldn’t ever try—” My throat closes off and I can’t say it.Kill you. Kill my Master. Impossible.
I’d rather be dead myself.
He cups my cheek, his thumb caressing my skin. “It won’t come to that, remember? You have the power to stop me. You’ll always have that power. All you have to do is give me your safeword. That’s more powerful than a knife or gun in your hand. You hold ultimate power over me. You, Ranay, and no one else.”
Closing my eyes, I rub my cheek into his palm. It’s a heady thing to think I might have the power to bring him to his knees like no one else.
“Let’s test this blade and see exactly how sharp it is.”
My eyes fly open, and he chuckles as he lifts his palm away.
The tip of the blade pricks between my breasts. A slight pressure, enough to get my attention, but not enough to hurt.
He removes the blade and whispers, “Look.”
I lift my head. A drop of blood wells on my chest.
I tremble, shocked. It didn’t hurt, yet he drew blood. That easily.
“The best blades are so sharp that they’re in and out before the target realizes what happened. Most of the time they don’t even feel pain. They simply slide into shock and bleed out.”
He bends down and swirls his tongue over the tiny wound. Groaning, I arch up, my hands automatically lifting to him, but he rises as quickly as he moved in.
“Keep your hands on the table, or I’ll force you to keep them there.”
That isn’t a threat for me, but if he gives me an order, I’ll do my best to comply with it.
“It’s sharp enough, I think I could shave this sweet pussy without a single nick.” The blade scratches gently across my pelvic bone. He lifts the blade, holding it parallel so I can see the dark curly hairs he shaved off.
I always kept myself shaved for Josh. After moving home, the last thing I took care of was my pussy. Why bother when no one would see it? If Charlie let me, I would’ve immediately gone to my apartment and shaved that first night, but he said no old patterns. No old toys. Since he hadn’t complained or commented on my bush, I left it alone.
“I like you natural. Just the way you are. Besides, I wouldn’t want to risk breaking out my kitten’s sensitive skin in a rash.”
The thought of opening my thighs while he shaves me with that knife… I can’t suppress the whimper that escapes. Reflexively, I try to open my thighs, to tempt him with my flesh. Maybe that’s exactly why he tied my knees together. To keep us both sane.
“Ah, but you like that thought, don’t you? Another time, perhaps. I admit, there’s nothing softer and finer than a bare, delicate pussy, and my kitten always gets what she wants.”
He lowers his head and rests his cheek on my stomach, as I did earlier over his bandage. Breathing. Listening to my body’s rhythm. Gaining his courage. I’m not sure.
I have my hands in his hair before I remember he told me to keep them on the table. I can’t help it. I cuddle his head in my arms, holding him close.
He’s shaking.
I open my arms more and hug his shoulders, cursing my bound hands. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing,” he whispers, but his voice doesn’t sound right. Not as strong and confident, effortlessly dominant and assured. He sounds shaken, almost broken. That’s me. Not him. “I can’t tell you what this means to me, Ranay. That you’d even…” His breath sighs out against my belly, and he tips his head to press his lips in a tender kiss to my skin.
Enfolding my wrists in one big palm, he rises and pushes my arms back over my head. He holds his other hand over me, letting the knife hover in my vision. Then he slams it down into the table so hard I cry out. I run a quick inventory through my senses, listening for pain in my fingers or arms, but I find nothing. He didn’t stab that blade into me.
“I told you to keep your hands there.”
