Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82746 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
“That’s right,” he crooned in a low, sexy voice. “Relax, sub girl. Surrender to the process. We’ll take our time.”
The knife traveled lower, running down her abdomen to her pubic mound. Though he was still using the back of the blade, she tensed again, her breath catching in her throat as he dragged it to the top of her vulvar cleft. She squeaked in alarm as the cold blade glided lightly over her spread sex.
“Shh,” Master Damon repeated, pulling the blade away. “Slow your breathing, Ellen. Draw on the submissive grace I know you possess.”
Ellen managed to draw in a shuddery breath. She was genuinely frightened by the prospect of being cut. But at the same time, she was intensely excited. Her nipples ached, her clit pulsing between her legs.
She glanced up again at the mirror. Despite her fear, her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shining.
“Are you ready for me to continue?” Master Damon asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
He again placed the tip of the blade at the hollow at her throat. This time he scraped the blade a little harder along her skin, leaving a burning sensation in its wake. He scraped a pink circle around each nipple. While it hurt more than the first time, Ellen felt calmer. He wasn’t going to cut her. At least not yet.
Still, she shivered and barked a small yip when the blade again danced over her labia. She considered asking him to slow down, but realized she didn’t want him to slow down. Despite her fear, she felt brave and wild and free.
“More,” she gasped without meaning to speak.
Master Damon’s face appeared above her, an eyebrow cocked. “More?” he repeated.
She flushed at her own brazenness. But she wanted it too much to retract. “Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want. Precisely,” he commanded, fire in his eyes.
“I want—” Her voice came out as a croak. Clearing her throat, she repeated, “I want more intensity. I want…” her voice trailed to a whisper. Oh, my god, was she really going to say it aloud?
She could barely hear her own voice over the pounding of her heart. “I want to be cut, Sir. To bleed.”
His pupils visibly dilated, his tongue appearing for a moment on his full lower lip. “Then, you shall have what you want.”
Moving down along the table, he flipped the knife over and dragged the sharp side of the blade in a small horizontal line over the top of her right thigh. She felt a cold burn, followed by intense heat. She forgot to breathe as she stared up at the reflection. A thin line about one inch long of crimson blood had appeared on her skin.
Leaning over her, Master Damon calmly, carefully drew the blade across her other thigh, painting a symmetrical bloody line on her skin. She couldn’t look away as he added a second cut, and a third, to each thigh. The burning pain of each small wound was offset by a crazy rush of endorphins crashing through her bloodstream. If she hadn’t been bound to the table, she felt as if she might float to the ceiling.
“Oh, my god. Oh, my god. Oh, my god,” she heard herself chanting as she stared in horrified fascination at the impossibly bright red blood beading on her flesh.
“Shh. You’re doing beautifully, Ellen. I’m so proud of you.”
As he spoke, he placed his free hand over her spread cunt. He rubbed her throbbing clit gently and slid a finger inside her. A gush of moisture pulsed through her as her cunt spasmed. She was stunned to realize she was teetering on the edge of an orgasm. Just another touch, another stroke and—
Master Damon removed his hand, his smile knowing. “Dirty, delicious girl,” he murmured. “You’re ready to come, aren’t you?”
“Yes, please,” she begged.
He smiled a sadist’s smile. “We’ll see.”
He moved so his knife was poised above her chest. His face was a mask of concentration. Ellen lifted her head to better see what he was doing. Despite her complete trust in Master Damon, she squeaked in terror as he scraped the burning tip of the blade in a circle around her right nipple.
Leaning over her, he did the same around her left nipple. Blood welled along the circles and dripped along the sides of her breasts. Setting down the knife, Master Damon dragged his finger lightly over one of the wounds.
His eyes fixed on hers, he sucked her blood from his finger. He traced the wound again, and then daubed her lips. Instinctively, Ellen licked the coppery blood away as they stared at one another.
Her heart was booming. Despite the fact she was lying down, she felt dizzy and lightheaded. She held her breath as he dipped his head over her breast. She sighed with pleasure as his lips closed around her nipple, sucking it into his mouth. She wanted to cry when he pulled his mouth away.