Chapter Seven
Justice
She’s been coming to me for months now. Months of her body molded with mine. Months of her wrapped around my cock. I don’t know what I like about her, but I feel it. I shouldn’t. Not after what happened in my past, but I can’t fight what I feel. And I feel it with her.
Tonight is different. Tonight I’m taking her further. I set out the ropes and the knife on the bed, and the other equipment I need. I hear the door open, and I watch her enter my room. The first thing she does is kick off her shoes and walk toward me with a smile on her perfect lips.
When close enough, she pulls her dress off and lets it slide down her body, pooling at her feet. Then her bra and panties are next. She’s become used to me, loosened up around me. She trusts me, which I know was hard for her to do. I don’t know her past, and I don’t need to. All I need to know is the here and now.
“We will do something different today,” I tell her. She looks from me to the items on the bed, narrowing her eyes.
“What’s that?”
“No questions, Sky.”
“Yes, J.” Perfect response. She’s learned over the months she’s been here, and I love it.
I run my hands all over her body, touching and caressing her. I need to feel her against me, beneath me, riding me. Hell, it’s been a long time since I’ve let a woman take control, but with Sky, I want to see what she can do. I just haven’t told her that yet. I want to see what she likes, what she’s into. I want to see what she’ll do if the roles are reversed. I’ve only ever let one other woman do this before.
“You’re going to be so beautiful with my fire painting your body,” I tell her. She pulls back a little to look at me as if I’ve grown two heads.
“What?”
“No questions,” I order. She nods her head, understanding. I step away from her and grab one of the sticks I’ve dipped in white gas before painting it on her body. She watches, not saying a word, exactly how I want it. Once I’m finished, I set the stick back on the table before grabbing the rope, which was also dipped into the flammable substance.
I grab the lighter as I look at Sky and smile.
“I need you to stand very still,” I tell her. She nods her head but still looks nervous, but she shouldn’t be; I’ve trained for this.
“The fire allows you to experience something unique. It won’t burn you, but you will feel warmth from the flames,” I explain. Her eyes widen as I light the rope's end and twirl them. I’ve had years of training for this, and I know what I’m doing. There’s just something about the heat of the flames that turns me on and intrigues me.
I spin the ropes, barely touching her flesh, watching as the patterns I traced onto her skin erupt in flames. Sky gasps as she watches what happens. It doesn’t burn; it doesn’t hurt. It should feel like a warm sensation running over her body.
The fire doesn’t last long before I extinguish it. We play like this for a little, igniting the fuel I’ve painted on Skylar’s skin and extinguishing it before I’m satisfied she’s turned on enough by what I did to her.
“You like it?” I ask her. She nods her head, slowly shocked at herself that she liked it. I smile as I put out the fire on the ropes and toss them to the side. I pull her close to me, kissing her like she’s never been kissed. Then I pull away and lead her into the bathroom to wash her body free of any residual fuel.
Once I’m sure nothing remains on her skin, I bring her back to the bed and lay her down. I grab the cuffs and secure her hands to the headboard above her head while pulling the knife off the bed.
“I love seeing you shudder when I touch you with this knife, but I wonder what it would look like to fuck you with it,” I tell her. Sky’s eyes widen as she takes me in with the knife in my hand.
I slap the blade against her nipples over and over until they harden. Then I lean down and suck one into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it. I tug it between my teeth and listen as she moans. Then I sit up and look down at her. I drag the blade between her breasts and her stomach to her mound. Spreading her lips, I slap her clit with the flat edge, and she whimpers.
“You like this?”
“Yes, J.”
“Good girl.” The more I tease her with it, the more she writhes beneath me. I know she wants this, needs this.
“J?”
“Yes?”
“Does it make me weird that I like this?” she asks, taking me by surprise.
“Not at all. It’s all a thrill, Skylar.” I flip the blade and slowly circle her clit with the handle. Then I slide it inside of her. Slowly, I slip it in and out of her as she arches her back and presses into it.
“That’s right, good girl. Fuck that handle,” I encourage her as she jerks her hips and takes more of it. I watch in fascination as she fucks the handle of the knife, her wetness coating it. Skylar keeps going until she’s a panting mess, and I pull it free of her body. Now she whimpers.