POSSESSIVE (blurb)
Rafe Cameron Smut 18+⚠️
Warnings; teasing, smut, knife play, language
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“I thought I told you to stop moving,” Rafe told you as he held your hips down, “if you move I only go deeper.”
You tense beneath him, holding your breath as he dragged the knife down all across your body reaching your most sensitive spots. The cold metal softly gliding itself down your neck, between the valley of your breasts, your stomach, and all the way down to your hips. You jump slightly when you feel him press it against the insides of your thighs, a firm sting forming as he shakes his head.
“I told you.”
You could feel your skin heating as he continued on, the sting making you grit your teeth, “ ‘m sorry.”
Your cheeks are heating up and you bite your bottom lip, you couldn’t deny how wet all this knife play made you. “Rafe, please,” you begged, not entirely sure of what you were begging for exactly.
“Hush, baby. Don’t worry, I know how much you love this,”
The knife is just above the hem of your underwear and you make sure to stay still this time, “I hate the idea of another man touching you. You know that, right?”
You nod your head, his eyes boring into yours as he spoke.
“I hate thinking about all those men that have felt you before. Hate thinking about how someone else that’s not me has been inside you. kissed you. made you moan. made you cum…”
You give him a quick kiss, “Good thing you’re the last.”
He smirks, “I know the second I rip your panties off I’ll see how much you’re already soaking wet for me even though I haven’t properly touched you.”
He began running the blade of the knife through the fabric of your underwear, swiftly cutting you out of them. You gave him a whimper as the cool air hit your core, him staring intensely.
“I called it, didn’t i? An absolute mess,” Rafe said with a small laugh, throwing your ripped undergarment behind him. His eyes looked up at you quickly before he continued, his silent way to check that you were okay. You nodded your head at him as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling the cool blade delicately between your folds. He moved gently and slowly, being extra careful just in case you were to suddenly move.
The only sound in the room seemed to be your heavy breathing as Rafe used the blade to collect your juices. He pulled it back as he examined the shimmer on the shiny metal, carefully licking it clean and maintaining eye contact with you the whole time.
As much as this man teased you, you would forever love him for it.
