I press the blade against her slender throat, not hard enough to pierce the skin but firm enough to scare her. She is only wearing one of my white shirts. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, pressing her tits against the thin fabric. I can see her rigid nipples through it, wondering if she is more than frightened.
Wedging my knee between her legs, I hover over her, reveling in the sight of my blade against her skin. I could hurt her so easily. Make her suffer until she begs for me to end her.
Replacing my knife with my hand, I wrap my fingers around her throat to hold her in place while I lower my knife to the collar of her shirt. Dipping the tip inside, I slice up and through the fabric until it gives away.
Delilah holds her breath and lifts up her chin in hopes of avoiding being cut. Lucky for her, I don’t plan on cutting her just yet. Instead, I slice through the rest of the shirt until it’s completely open and falling to the sides of her body.
She is completely naked underneath, and with my knee between her thighs, her legs are parted enough for me to see her pretty little pussy.
“I wonder how loud you would scream if I fucked you with my blade?” I let my favorite knife travel down her body, through the valley between her tits, down her belly button, until I reach the top of her mound.
“Please don’t.” Her bottom lip quivers. “I’m sorry. I’ll go to the room.”
“Are you sure? It seems like you wanted to play games with me. So let’s play.” I dip the knife lower, running the dull side of it through her folds. Her whole body is frozen now.
She is so still that I don’t even see her blink.
“I’m sure. Please stop,” she begs, tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
As soon as I pull away, she scrambles off the couch and runs to the guest room. She slams the door shut behind her without another word.
I guess that’s what it takes to make her shut up.
Returning to my bedroom, I change into some workout clothes before leaving the apartment and making my way to the gym.
When I get there, Aspen and Quinton are already waiting.
“It’s about time, old man,” Quinton jokes. “Did you have to clean your dentures or something?”
“Watch it, boy. I’m not too old to kick your ass.”
“Calm down. You need to watch your blood pressure at your age.”
“You need to watch your mouth before you lose some teeth.”
“Okay, okay. That’s enough.” Aspen waves her hands between us. “You go workout,” she tells her husband before turning toward me. “And you need to show me some new ninja moves.”
“All right, let’s start with something easy.” We square off on the mat, and I run through some simple techniques on how to unarm an assailant. She uses what I taught her before and defends herself with ease.
After that, I show her a few ways to take someone down. Aspen is quick on her feet, but I’m still quicker. She shoves at my arm and steps back, but I slide my foot behind her, making her trip.
Falling backward, she lands on her butt with a huff. Quinton glares at me from across the gym, yelling something about breaking my hip. I shake my head at him and hold my hand out to Aspen. She grabs it, and I pull her back to her feet.
“That wasn’t bad. Just need a bit more practice.”
“If you say so.”
“I know so. It’s in your blood…” The words hang in the air between us uncomfortably, and I regret saying them.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to avoid the topic. Just don’t expect me to call you dad any time soon.” She smirks.
I know she is trying to make a joke, but now I can’t help wondering what it would feel like if she did call me dad one day. Do I even deserve to be called that? I’ve never done anything to earn that title.
“I wasn’t planning on it.” My throat is suddenly dry. “Let’s get some water.”
Aspen nods, and we each grab a water bottle and sit on the bench. I use the time it takes me to unscrew the cap and take a sip to think about what I could ask her without intruding too much or making her upset.
“You don’t have to answer this if you don’t feel like it. But I was wondering…”