Daddy’s hands feel so right.

I’d just let the sharp tip slowly run over your exposed skin, while you’re being held down, handcuffed to my bed, naked, vulnerable, blindfolded and gagged with a nice, expensive tie. You’d feel it press a little deeper into those places where I know exactly you’re especially sensitive. And still, you’d spread your legs wider for me, maybe struggle a little, whimper and whine, as soon as you feel the cold knife teasing your thighs, running along the inside of them.

You’d be so wet from just this. This dangerous foreplay. I’d let you lick the sharp blade, pressing it against your lips, forcing you to let out these sweet, sweet moans, while my other hand is teasing the area between your legs… I’d force you to cum while you’re so afraid you could cut your tongue, while you keep letting it run over the metal even if it could hurt you so easily.