Yes, Really.

‘Think you have it in you?’ I didn’t move as she had directed, accepting the payment for remaining stubbornly in place was going to hurt. Razor thin lines were forming on my skin with even the most subtle of movements. I felt it catch more than the sting, the edge teasing just before it slid into the skin. I shifted and felt her thighs tighten as if to prevent any sudden movement. She gave away her fear as easily as she had the power - the knife was little more than a symbol of a minor rebellion, a tool to be used.

‘You don’t think I do? Don’t think I’ll cut you?’ She snorted. ‘I thought you were smart.’

I had her wrist in my hand before she even knew I had moved, I felt her body tight with the coil of muscles and limbs even as I wrapped my fingers around her. I pushed her hand back easily, she never was a match for me, and moved from the squeeze of her legs. Her thighs snapped shut and she scrambled to sit up.

I watched her, standing there for seconds before I stripped the remaining clothes from my body, kicking off the shoes in a manner that suggested a little more was going on under the surface. I cracked my neck, rolled my shoulders back in a habitual movement - something I did before venturing out into some new adventure for my body. She sat on the bed, watching me, waiting with that fearful anticipation of a deer staring into the eyes of a predator.

I gestured and she scampered off the bed. I resisted the urge to smirk at her unquestioning obedience. I knew she was berating her own actions in her mind without my comment. I watched the blade, studied the look on her face. The marks on my arms throbbed.

N has buried that same knife into my shoulder before. I knew she could do it, has experienced it before, but I also knew what it cost her to do it, the aftermath of irresponsible, spontaneous emotion being unleashed is devastating, corrosive. Trust goes both ways. I was counting that she wouldn’t make that mistake twice.

I lay on the bed, one arm folded behind my head, the other rubbing against the marks on my neck that were oozing the blood that stained my collarbone. My hand came back red and I eyed her without any subterfuge in my gaze. Payback would be forthcoming. ‘You’re bloodthirsty.’

I wiped my hand across my stomach, leaving a streaked red lines over rounded muscle. The second hand joined the first, diving beneath a pillow to cushion my head. I raised my brows and watched her. ‘You want control? You’ve got it.’

Her suspicion was so thick I almost laughed in spite of the boiling quality of my blood. I wanted to punish her but reminded myself to wait…wait. My neck stung. I called her every name inside my head and I’m sure it poured off of me like water, oozed out of my pores with the same fluidity that my blood leaked from my wounds.

‘I should tie you…’ she began, thinking as she was, out loud, ‘but it wouldn’t hold you.’

‘Pushing your luck, besides.’ I gripped the pillow a little tighter. ‘I won’t touch you.’ I paused. ‘Unless, perhaps, you ask me too.’

‘Yea right.’

The shrug I made left the decision regarding trust in her corner. She gripped the knife tighter, shifting from foot to foot. I took in the display of skin before me with every bit of appreciation I could muster. I showed in the way my cock hugged my stomach. It surprised me slightly when she folded the blade away and placed it on the ‘useless’ table. It wasn’t like her to not take an advantage, or perhaps she trusted me to keep my word.

She climbed on the bed until she was above me, hovering over me just before swinging a leg on either side of my waist. The delicious curve of her distracting ass teased the tip of my penis. I felt the heat from her sex on the bare skin of my stomach. Her scent surrounded me. I looked over her skin and then met her gaze. ‘What now?’

‘Now your mine.’

‘I’ve been yours.’

‘Not enough.’ She bent over me and I felt her hair brush against me as she hovered just above my head. I could feel the brush of her sex against me. I thought of ways I could bring her low - my mind always working to find and exploit her weaknesses, any weaknesses. Still, I laid there with a casualness about me that I did not feel. My skin burned from the marks she’d made on me.

I blinked and she ran her tongue over my face from chin to forehead. I frowned at the sensation, the moisture that coated my face. A muscle in my jaw ticked. I forced it to relax, my teeth to stop grinding together. She grinned above me, wiggling in a way that bespoke of her excitement. I had given her something she really craved. My thoughts went to the knife on the table. I wanted to throw her off of me and fuck her on the floor like an animal. Patience, the word whispered in my head, patience.

The restlessness didn’t leave me. I felt as if I were waiting in a doctor’s office. The entire exercise had been made unpleasant - mostly because the choice I had made was done simply to get revenge without the usual pleasure of watching her face light up on those times I do give her this kind of power. It annoyed me, that smile of hers. I wanted it off her face. She took one of my nipples in her mouth and bit down upon it lightly. When she looked at me through a dark fringe of lashes, I watched her with a clinical stare. I felt detached.

She moved against me, rising back in a fluid motion until she leaned backwards slightly. I felt her fingernails along my thighs behind her, saw her lips part as her fingers moved up my legs. Her ass moved and brushed against my cock - her palm cupped my balls. Her smile, which had started to evaporate, revived at the corner of her mouth. ‘I’ve found you.’

I smirked, watching the fluid motions of my pet above me. ‘So you have.’

Her fingers wrapped around me, pumped. I sucked in air but never broke the contact of our eyes. ‘I’ve unwrapped you.’

I snorted. ‘You’re mistaken.’

She squeezed a little harder and winced slightly. I smiled then, finally. ‘They still hurt.’

‘Yeah.’ She whispered it.