The Knife

My friend wrote a story of this scenario from her point of view, I wrote about this same scenario from my point of view.

Please, any feedback is welcome good and bad, for without one how can I achieve the other!

This story would suit Daddy/Doms Subs/Brats and anyone else who feels this story could be for them enjoy.

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The Knife

You're sitting there across from me while we are enjoying a meal. While I was preparing dinner I noticed you slip away to the bedroom to get changed no doubt, and smiled to myself as I wondered what bratty outfit you were putting together. I see now you have on your cute tartan skirt, simple white blouse (which I have had to repair once already) your thigh high stockings which are already driving me crazy and your new heels. I see a hint of lace poking out and know which bra you have on.

We were in the middle of talking about your latest photo shoot when I feel your foot resting against my inner thigh, a raise an eyebrow and look at you with a gleam in my eye conveying curiosity and permission to continue. I ignore your staring as I turn my attention back to my plate while continuing our conversation, at this point I feel your foot move from my thigh to my cock just resting it there, I give the smallest hint of a smile which you mistake for permission, as you continue I know you can feel me grow to your touch a slight groan utters from my lips and I know I have let you lead this far enough.

I grab your foot and you let out a surprised gasp, I look you deep in the eyes and say "do you want me?" you defiantly answer yes, my eyes narrow while I lower my voice and remind you "yes what", you stare right back with playfulness in your voice and say with confidence "yes sir, I want you" I smile to myself and say "that's better my Jellyfish."

I swiftly get up out of my seat and walk to your side of the table I pull you up out of your seat with my hand around your throat you feel yourself dizzying while I kiss you with a deepness that causes you to melt in to me, I feel your hands running over my body and realise it's only a matter of time before you find what's at my belt... you pull away as you find my knife with your hands, you asked me what it is but with a finger on your lips I command you to be patient. You bite your lip chastised and I see the disappointment in your eyes, I groan in frustration as I lay you across the table.

As unsure as you are about what's about to happen your excitement is palpable. I pull the knife from the sheath at my belt and for a moment I see fear behind your eyes while you lay there with baited breath.

With a deftness mardin escort that surprises you I slice off your shirt revealing your abundant and beautiful breasts hidden still by that damned bra, I see your breath quickening as you feel the exhilaration, anticipation of what is to come, I kiss you again whilst again holding my hand to your throat, I feel your breathing slow as your body reacts to the lack of oxygen making its way to your brain. I let go before long as I begin kissing you from your lips down by your cheek to your chin and then your neck I take a moment here to enjoy myself and feel you squirm, I give both your breasts a firm squeeze as I go lower finally reaching your belly, you see my smile as I slip the knife beneath your skirt and you feel the cold steel brush against your skin as you feel it slip up and through the waist as I remove the skirt in the same manner as your blouse, if you had control of your senses you would feel a minor irritation at having to buy new clothes but you can't think right now you're almost gone.

By this time I can smell your sex. I can smell the very thing that makes you my woman. My brat.

You lose sight of me as I kneel down between your legs, and you feel me breathing upon your lips, first a slow cool breath that slowly gets warmer and warmer until it is almost burning from heat, or so it feels.

I can see how wet you are getting; I can see you glistening almost drip with excitement.

I begin kissing, nibbling and biting your inner thighs as a reward, I know you love this, you feel me as I drag my nails across your skin starting from the top of your amazing ass slowly moving in towards your inner thigh, you feel as a pinkie brushes past your pussy as I continue to bite and nibble.. You're moving too much I push and firmly hold you down with a hand upon your stomach and I growl a warning, you pause, you know I'm serious.

I continue up your left thigh and you feel me getting closer, I begin to nibble softly at first all around your Labia then harsher nips and bites. You can barely feel it as I run my tongue from the bottom of your slit to the top. I hear you whimper in frustration as I completely miss your throbbing clit.

You begin to beg. You say "please Sir, kiss me there... please" at least you had manners this time but still, I lift your leg and slap you hard on the ass, I can already see the welt turning red. "You will wait! For when Sir is ready! And not a moment before! Is that understood?" you respond the right way with "yes sir"

I spread your legs wide, pull you up and embrace you, van escort with my right hand finding its way to the back of your head, tangling my fingers through your wavy red hair, I take a moment to appreciate that you wore it down, it's much easier to hold on to that way. I kiss you once more, you taste yourself upon my lips but as your mind begins to reel from the cloud of ecstasy you are falling in to...

It ends.

While we were together I snuck my left hand around your back to remove the prison of lace that kept your breasts chained. As they fall free you hear the sharp metal of the knife scrape across the table as I pick it back up. Your heart quickens, I consider for a moment removing your stockings the same way I did your skirt and blouse, but instead I lay the hard steel across your navel with the blade pointing down, it's balancing there and with the slightest movement you can rock the blade where it just lightly taps your increasingly sensitive clit. You think I don't notice this because I have not made you stop, what you're finding out slowly, however, is this contact is only making you want more, you're getting frustrated, the pleasure is torture you need to cum, but not yet.

I slowly remove your remaining heel and slowly use my hands to squeeze and massage your leg all the way up to the hem of your stocking, with restraint and a smile I begin to roll them slowly down first giving her the briefest of kisses just below, never touching. I then work on the next leg...

After what feels like hours I pick up the knife and surprise you with it on your right breast, flat of the blade pressing down. I feel you shiver as I begin licking, sucking ... Biting all around your left nipple simultaneously tracing your right with the point of the blade, no pain just scratching at your skin.

Your nipples are hard, your heart is beating and your breath is ragged, I think it's almost time.

I drag the knife down your chest past your tummy and past your now soaking wet pussy, to your inner thigh,

I pause long enough to see you biting your lip and groaning in pleasure, your eyes are closed, you're wanting this sweet torture to end but at the same time, wanting it to last an eternity.

I rest the cold, hard, flat blade directly on your clit, the pressure and cold compared to your heat feel like a branding iron searing my mark directly into your soul.

Your squirming stops suddenly as you feel me turn the blade so it's keen edge is resting along your pussy, feeling me now, finally after all this time now begin to pay attention to your jewel, you wish ankara escort you could but you're not game to move. Your pearls, however, are getting in the way, I pull at them ever so gently and with a flick, I cut the string holding them together as the pearls now roll away on the floor.

It is at this point that I cast the knife to your side and plunge my tongue as deep as it will go in your wetness. As I pull out I replace my tongue with 2 fingers and begin to suck and bite at your bean, you feel me insert a third finger and cup them up so I am putting all the pressure on your G-spot.

I feel you start to shake, I know I have kept you waiting and I know you are seconds from screaming and shattering the windows with a climax that can shake the foundations of this very home... so I stop... I leave you with an emptiness inside you while I slap your clit hard once, twice then a soft caress, "you are not to cum until I say you can" I growl as you look upon with mixed emotions showing clear on your face, shock, joy and frustration.

I reinsert only 2 fingers this time as I slowly massage you from within I begin to insert a finger in your ass as you whimper "please sir, I beg of you, I need to cum" this makes me smile, you have been mostly good so I push deeper and deeper, as I thrust faster keeping up a rhythm I then say the 4 words you've been waiting to hear since we started.

"You may now cum"

It all happens so quickly as your hips begin to buck you lose yourself completely in the moment; as if reading a book and a wild tempest comes to blow you away you lose your page, for several moments you are lost as you cum and squirt all over me.

I kneel here revelling in this display and can only imagine the exultation you must be feeling the full relief rushing through your body,

As you come back to earth you sit up and tear my shirt off, you are like an animal-crazed before you realise your place you've undone my jeans and are pulling my cock toward you, you must've suddenly remembered who you are, who I am, you beg for my cum inside of you, I laugh as I flip you over slap your ass over the same welt that is now beginning to colour I slam my cock in to you from behind deep inside your cunt I reach forth for your hair and pull hard as you buck back against me.

You beg me again for my cum deep in your wetness I slap your ass a third and final time this time I see the beginning of a bruise, I pull out as you cry out, you were almost there on the precipice of cumming again, I ram my cock directly in to your ass and that is the point you fall off the edge, as you are falling you feel my seed filling you.

At first it felt like you were falling like a rock from a great height, such was the rush, as you fall you transform in to a leaf drifting down during autumn you come back to reality with me by your side, grinning from ear to ear. "welcome back" I say as I softly caress your now bruised cheek.