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She shuddered, squirming in place, arms and legs tugging on the restraints.
When he finally lifted his head, both nipples were now fully plumped, wet with his saliva, and aching from the combination of pain and pleasure. Their gazes met, his green eyes boring into hers, and a smile quirked the side of his lips.
“Time for the blindfold.” There was something extra in his tone, like there was something special about the blindfold.
Her suspicions were up, but it wasn’t like there was anything she could do.
It only took him a moment to get the face mask and slip it over her head, covering her eyes completely. Being sent into total darkness wasn’t the worst thing in the world, but it did make her hyperaware of every noise he made. Her brain immediately started trying to catalogue the noises, guessing what he was doing next, what his plans were.
“Can you see me, little rose?”
“No, Sir.”
She shrieked, jerking in surprise and shocked pleasure, when his hand came down hard on her swollen pussy lips. Her clit pulsed, eager for more and her legs strained to come together and give her body the pressure it craved.
“Very good.” Something cold and wet moved over her skin, the scent of alcohol stinging her nose, immediately followed by cold metal, tracing down from her shoulder to her inner elbow, and Juliet froze at the sensation.
Was that the blunt edge or the sharp edge? She couldn’t tell.
The memory of the first cut he’d given her jumped to the front of her mind. She hadn’t been able to really feel it when he’d cut. Had she? Was it different than what she was feeling now?
She couldn’t remember.
The metal lifted. Another swipe of a wet alcohol pad, this time over her breast, tracing a line from her armpit under the curve right to the center of her chest. Again, it was immediately followed by cold metal against her skin.
Juliet barely dared to breathe.
If that was the sharp edge, the slightest movement could cause it to go deeper than intended. The danger of the situation sent her fear and lust skyrocketing.
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
JULIET
Was Orlando actually cutting her?
Or was he just fucking with her mind?
Juliet whimpered as he ran his finger along the underside of her breast where the scalpel had just moved, pressing hard enough to make the spot ache. Fuck, he’d definitely cut her. That’s why it stung.
A shiver went through her, her pussy clenching in response. She hated not being able to see it at the same time that she loved he’d taken away her ability to know exactly what was going on.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, moving his finger away and then she felt it press against her stomach, moving like he was drawing something… like the blood rose he’d drawn on her during Roulette night. Yeah, he’d definitely cut her.
He must have.
Unless her brain was playing tricks on her.
She wasn’t sure whether or not she liked this whole blindfold thing. The not-knowing was kind of hot but also wildly frustrating and a little terrifying. She felt far more out of control than she normally did. Since she was tied down and couldn’t move anyway, it didn’t seem like a blindfold should make that big a difference, but it absolutely did.
“Are you drawing on me? Sir?”
Orlando chuckled. “Wouldn’t you like to know.”
Of course she would, that’s why she asked.
Don’t taunt the knife-wielding Dom.
Right, right.
