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As her eyes study my blade in her hand, I shuck off my cut, laying it over the back of a chair in the corner before reaching behind my neck and pulling my shirt off.
“What’s going on?” Zoe asks, this time her words have a slight tremble to them.
I lay my shirt over my cut and slowly approach her again, keeping my eyes on hers even as her blue gaze travels down over my chest and abs, coming to rest on the hard bulge in my jeans.
She takes a step back.
“Stop,” I demand, but keep my tone soft.
Her eyes dart up to mine as she shakes her head.
“What are you doing?” she asks again, so I point to my knife in her hand.
“I want you to use that.”
Her gaze falls to her hand, studying my knife before she glances back up, and I slowly take another step closer.
This time, she doesn’t step away.
“What do you want me to use this on?” she asks, sounding unsure.
“Me.”
She shakes her head quickly, but I hold up a finger to halt any words she was about to say.
“Here.” I point to the healing scar on my stomach where she cut me back when I discovered she had a thing for blood play. “Open the scar back up, Princess. Make sure it never heals.”
Her nostrils flare as she takes a step back, but then takes a step forward, like she’s warring with the idea.
“Do it, Zo. Make me bleed. Please,” I beg, needing to feel her press the knife to my skin.
She bites her lip, and I watch the rapid rise and fall of her chest as she eyes the scar.
“Please,” I beg again, and she moves forward, lowering to her knees.
Fuuuck. I didn’t think this through.
I hadn’t considered what position she’d need to get in to do this, but fuck, when her blue gaze peers up at me through the fan of her dark lashes, I have to fight every fucking urge in me not to fist her hair and force her lips to my cock.
Thank fuck I’m still wearing my jeans.
Her eyes lower again, and she studies the scar before her gaze moves to the straining bulge in my jeans.
“You still want me?” she whispers, her eyes darting back to mine, and a growl rumbles in my chest.
“Always. But I will wait for an eternity, Princess. Ignore my dick. Focus on my scar.”
At first, she doesn’t ignore my dick. I think I even see her move forward a little, her gaze mere inches from it. And when her pink tongue darts out and licks her lips, my cock fucking jerks, but I remain still, determined to show her that I can control myself, even when my body so badly craves that I just let go and lose myself in her.
“Cut me, Princess,” I rasp, urging her on, and she snaps out of whatever trance she was in, lifting the knife to press the sharp blade to my scar and she slowly slices it back open.
I tip my head back and moan out the satisfaction of having her do this to me, feeling the warmth of my blood ooze down my skin.
“You feel that, Princess?” I ask, my eyes dropping back to see her flushed cheeks and parted lips. “You feel how good you make me hurt?”
“Yes.” Her eyes meet mine and fuck I love seeing her down there.
“See how much you own me. My body is yours, Zo. If you want to make something bleed, let it be me.”
