i don't want your love, I just want your night

The barest whisper of a knife against her throat made her breath catch. Eyes blown wide, she gasped.

   "Fuck.."

I chuckled, dragging the tip down and between her breasts with the blade away from the skin. Her breaths were shallow, increasingly rapid-- an intoxicating sound.

    "Stay still, pet," I ordered, pressing slightly harder. She nodded with an audible swallow, eyes wide and lips parted in a perfect ‘O’. I couldn’t resist swiping my tongue over her bottom lip with a graze of teeth, and it took all my willpower to not bite it. The sound that escaped made me shiver as I moved the blade further down the sternum. I wedged a knee between her legs, feeling the heat pressed against my thigh and nudging harder.

    “Ah!” she cried out, squirming against me. I reached up behind her head and curled my fingers into her short hair, grasping at the nape of her neck to give it a sharp tug. Her eyes shut as her mouth hung open with a sudden gasp. Her head fell back and I took the opportunity to press the tip of the blade harder with a twist. The sharp side was now against her skin, gleaming in the dim light. My knee pressed harder against her with a drag of the blade further down her chest.

   “I knew you’d like this..” I let out a huff before crushing my lips against hers in a kiss she reciprocated in kind. I could feel her tremble when our tongues met, her grip on the pillow beside her head tightening when I gently sucked at hers.

She had told me before how sensitive her tongue was with the shyest smile, dismissing the admission as strange. Far from it, I had said with the press of a finger past her lips and against the flat of her tongue, I love how responsive you are.

Now I had her right where I wanted her: ready, willing, and melting beneath me. When I let go of the knife, repositioning it and letting it balance with the point perfectly against the hollow of her throat, she whimpered. My heart quickened, and I slid a hand to press hard between her legs.

    “Ahh.. Daddy..” A moan slipped past her lips, followed by an immediate blush. I leaned down to kiss her forehead, pulling back with a grin. 

    “You like this, don’t you?” I asked, knowing the answer before she even had a chance to respond. Her eyes were wild as she nodded, moaning when I hooked a finger in the waistband of her panties. I tugged them down, thought better of it, and pulled them aside. My finger slipped easily into her cunt, the hot wet tightness squeezing around me.

   “You really are greedy for it,” I murmured against her ear, biting my way down her neck and quickly scaling down to her stomach. “Such a pretty little slut.”

The moment her eyes rolled into the back of her head with breathy sighs escaping, I knew she was fully immersed in the scene. And I wasn’t about to hold back any longer. 

   “Don’t you dare fuckin move,” I growled, roughly pressing another finger into her. She cried out, her body quivering in effort to keep her hips still. I pressed my palm directly against her clit, yanking her hair sharply once more before picking up the knife. This time, I pressed the blade across her throat, letting off pressure almost immediately. 

The sound she made stirred something within me that made me clench deliciously. For a brief moment, I entertained the notion of forcing her to service me at knifepoint. But when I glimpsed her face, flushed red with lips parted and eyes glassy with ecstasy, I instead dragged the knife lightly to the side of her neck.

   “I could make you bleed out..” the words rolled off my tongue, “..and it would be so easy. So. Fucking. Easy.” I punctuated the last three words with a curl of my fingers that made her writhe and grind against me. I felt the tender spot inside her, and pressed more insistently before adding a third. 

    “Oh f-fuck...” she groaned, throwing her head back in complete submission. Her eyes stared into space, rolling backwards. I growled, and pressed the blade firmly against the skin, tilting it. The blade was dulled, but having never taken it to flesh before, I wasn’t about to test exactly how sharp it was without careful consideration.

    “Do you know how long it takes to bleed out?” I asked, relenting my press to allow her room for movement. She shook her head wildly, eyes widened. For a second, a brief expression of fear crossed her face before she took a breath. Smirking, I continued with the three fingers still thrusting against that tender spot inside as I spoke.

“If I cut the jugular, it takes about eight minutes. The carotid artery...” I paused, the tip of the blade shifting closer, “six minutes.”

I swore I’d never heard her make such a loud whimper. Encouraged, I went on with my fingers moving faster.

“First, you start to feel dizzy..”

The tip of the blade had left a light pink indent. 

“Then, your vision starts to get blurry..”

I dragged it back across her neck, directly over the pulsing artery before pausing.

“And when things start to go dark.. it’s just like falling asleep.”

I felt her clench around my fingers as her back arched, and I leaned down to capture her lips in a violent kiss. After a moment, I pulled back. I grinned down at her, marveling at the beautiful sight before me: she was panting, her lower body writhing as she fought to keep her neck still with her eyes trained on me. It proved difficult, as she was so enraptured that her eyes occasionally rolled back in her head.

The words tumbled out of my mouth, unbidden.

“Oh, I could cut you, pretty thing.. and watch the life drain from your eyes.”

For a brief moment, I saw fear in her eyes. Real fear. I let off pressure on the blade, earning the barest hint of a pout. That was all I needed to press back in, continuing.

“Fuck.. oh fuck, Daddy...” she whined, grinding against my hand. This time, I grinned wickedly and sped up the hand thrusting against her.

“But that wouldn’t be fun, would it?” I chuckled. “I’m not done with you yet. I’d much rather fuck you into the mattress and listen to you scream for me.”

"A-ah yes.."

“What do we say?”

She bit her lip, swallowing hard before continuing.

“Please fuck me, Sir.” 

... it would be hours before I let her leave the bed, and when she did it was with trembling legs and unsteady balance. I smirked as I watched her exit the bedroom, bright red marks striping across the backs of her upper thighs. I saw her hands stray to her neck and rub at the skin. Part of me hoped it would bruise just enough to be noticeable under her delicate choker, another part of me wondered how long it would take her coworkers to start asking questions.