“Sensitive, aren’t we, little girl?” I lean in and kiss her, tasting the damp deliciousness. “That’s going to make this all rather overwhelming for you. But that’s what you’re asking for, dressing the way you do, saying the things you say. You’ve made me like this, you could have walked away but you’re in the lion’s den now.”
I turn away and walk to the other side of the room, where the selection of implements are spread out across the wall, fastened to a magnetized strip like you might find in a kitchen. But while some of these look like they could be used for cooking, they were made to my exact specifications. And they were where she was pointing before.
“What are you going to do?” she asks, her voice somewhere between fear and desperate need.
I don’t answer, running a fingertip along the sharpened blades, the rake-like points, the flat metal tools for spanking. She told me she wanted these, she told me to make it real this time.
Taking a selection in one hand, I turn and study her, letting my gaze rove over her bare legs, leggings lowered to the middle of her thighs, her wet and enticing mound, her tits pressing out through her t-shirt. Is she even wearing a bra?
Time to find out.
Without saying a word, I cross back to her and lay the tools on the table beside the cross, then unbutton my shirt. “Don’t want to get this stained,” I mutter, and hear her breathing quicken.
I remove the shirt, and feel it stick slightly at my shoulder. She’s staring, and I follow her gaze. Blood. Not much, but enough.
“You’ll pay for that, kora,” I tell her, remembering how her teeth dug in. “Blood for blood.”
“Promises promises,” she mutters, and I stifle the urge to chuckle. She obviously likes this, the anticipation, the wondering, the waiting.
I let her eyes take me in for a moment, my bare chest and stomach, my wide, powerful shoulders. It’s no source of pride for me, the way I’m built, it just is what it is. But I can see the thoughts passing in her eyes, the realization that if I choose to, I can do things to her that she’s never felt before. Things that should frighten her.
With a scrape of metal against the table, I pick up the knife. Using the flat edge, I place it against her pussy through the green panties, making her gasp at the cold temperature play. I drag it up, along her lips, letting the point just gently scrape against her. While the blade itself is sharp, this knife has a blunted tip, but she doesn’t know that.
“Oh, God,” she whispers as it comes into contact with her belly, below where the hem of the t-shirt has pulled up with her arms raised. I watch her flinch, blowing out a nervous breath, her head turned down to watch, but I’m sure she can’t see anything past the swell of her tits.
“Do you have any more of these t-shirts?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No, only this one.”
“Then I’ll have to pay for you to print more,” I say as I draw the point of the knife sideways across her belly, then slip it against the soft cloth. In a single diagonal stroke, I cut into the fabric, pulling away as I do so to avoid injuring her.
The knife tears through the soft fibers of the t-shirt, finally coming away at the shoulder, leaving tattered remnants that half cover one breast and fall away from the other. I watch them rise and fall with each quick breath she takes.
“Naughty girl,” I tell her with a grin. “Not wearing a bra. Letting your nipples poke through that fabric for anyone to see.” The words shift something inside me and the smile drops as I take a step forward, grabbing her chin. “Did anyone else come into the store today before me?”
She tries to shake her head.
“Words, kora.”
“No.”
“How can I believe that?”
“It’s the truth.”
I drop the knife onto the table with a clatter, then grab one nipple, squeezing hard. She tries to flinch but she has nowhere to go. “Nobody else saw these little buds, did they? Nobody else has seen what’s mine?”
“Ow. No. Only you.”
I squeeze harder and she cries out. “These are mine, you hear me? If I want to see them, I’ll see them. If I want to pinch them, I’ll pinch them. If anyone else ever sees what’s mine, I’ll kill him. Look into my eyes and tell me you don’t believe that.”
She meets my gaze, her breath heavy as she tries to clamp her mouth shut, but my thumb and fingers are squeezing her cheeks. “I believe you. Please let go.”
“No,” I tell her. “Ask me to let go and all of this stops. All of it. Do you want that?”
“Fuck you.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, my grin returning. Then I lean in close to her ear as I let go of her nipple. “Red light, kora. That’s what you need to tell me if anything becomes too much. Whisper it to me now.”