He pressed the cold, flat edge of the blade between her breasts and her heart began to race. With a flick of his wrist, the lace of her brassiere gave way and allowed her breasts to spring forth. She gasped as the cool air caressed her freshly exposed skin. The chaos in her mind was soon silenced by his lips as he leaned down to kiss her.
Her wrists and ankles were cuffed to the four corners of the cross that was secured to the wall. She was his captive for the evening, but she had given herself to him completely, months before. He watched her breasts heave with each breath as he pressed the tip of the blade to her nipple, causing a slight indentation and discoloration of her skin.
She bit her bottom lip and closed her eyes as she felt the metal prick her flesh. Her trust was complete, and though he knew her limits, she wondered if tonight he would test them. She felt a great sense of relief when she felt the blade move over her breast and down her torso to the hem of her panties.
He placed the flat edge against her thigh and the tip up under the cotton crotch of her panties. She had to remind herself to breath when she started to hyperventilate. He smiled a most devilish smile as the fabric between her legs now dangled free and her arousal dripped from her lips and clung to her thigh.
“Someone’s rather excited,” he teased as he set the knife on the table and then placed his hands on her hips. She looked up at him, standing mere inches away, and felt completely helpless and vulnerable for the first time in her life.
He leaned down and kissed her with a hunger she lusted after so many times before. She wanted to drop to her knees and take his cock between her lips and breathe life into his desire. She wanted him to bend her over and take her from behind. She wanted him to use her like the whore she had seen in so many movies before.
“Are you ready?” he asked, when at last he broke their kiss and pulled away. Her voice caught in her throat as she tried to answer, but all she could do was just nod.
