Page 69 of Tame Me, Daddy

He made quick work of them, the thin cloth parting like the Red Sea under the gentle ministrations of his blade. When my leggings fell to the floor in strips, he growled in appreciation and I sucked in a breath, nervous that I was standing there in nothing more than my panties now.

The edge of the knife danced down the front of my underwear, and then he slipped the tip under the waistband, but he didn’t cut them away just yet.

Instead, he teased me with the blade, dragging the edge back and forth across my skin. Fear and arousal mixed together as one and coursed through me like an unexpected storm.

My breathing was shaky as the blade’s edge scraped against my skin, harsh and unforgiving and entirely too pleasurable for me to be sane.

I couldn’t be enjoying this, right? That would be insanity.

But the way he controlled me with the slightest brush of the knife made me feel uninhibitedly wild.

He pressed the flat side of the blade against my pussy over top of my panties and a moan slipped from my lips.

My body shuddered, the threat of the switchblade pressing against my most private parts enough to make me weak. Then he lifted the knife and lightly slapped it back down on top of my clit.

I jumped, my entire body tightening.

Oh, my God, was he going to cut me? What was he doing? Why was I so fucking aroused?

“Daddy!” I cried out, unable to keep quiet, but then he did it again.

The flat surface spanked my panty-clad pussy several more times, making me jolt as fierce bolts of arousal spiked outward from my clit.

Then the tip of the blade finally pressed beneath my panties and those too sliced away with ease. I held my breath as he slowly cut them off of me.

The fabric stuck to my wet folds, and he had to peel it away from my pussy for my underwear to finally fall to the floor.

My breathing was labored and shallow and when his blade brushed against the top of my mound, I couldn’t help the sigh of pleasure that slipped from my mouth.

My knees trembled and a small whimper left my lips. I felt so alive with fear, need, and pleasure, and I sucked in a shaky breath.

Then he pressed the flat of the blade against my bare clit and I couldn’t stop the moan that tumbled out. Without a word of warning, he slapped it down against my clit again and this time, there was the slightest amount of sting that came with it.

My thighs tightened and I yelped, not from the pain, but from the intense fear and need coursing through me.

Carefully, he pulled the knife away from my pussy and brushed the edge against my belly, dragging it slowly upward until he reached the swell of my breasts.

Gently, he trailed the tip around the globe of my breast, then circled it around my nipple. The sharp blade barely scraped my skin and yet every nerve ending was alight with awareness.

When the knife finally came close to the peak, I was desperate. Then he stopped and slapped the bud with the flat side of the blade, and I stiffened.

Another slap against my nipple sent a jolt of painful pleasure coursing through me. I was so wet, the evidence coating my inner thighs.

My nipple burned and the pain of the sensation shot straight down to my clit, which pulsed with need. Then he did the same on the other side, going back and forth until my nipples were aching and throbbing and my desperation hit an all-time peak.

Then, with my arms still pinned behind my back, he walked me over to the table and bent me right over it. I squeaked in alarm, but the knife clattered to the table as he put it down, and then he grabbed my left bottom cheek, squeezing it hard.

I knew what was coming and I tensed.

He didn’t disappoint.

His palm landed sharply on my bottom and I yelped, but before I could catch my breath, his other hand came down on my right cheek. The sting still took me by surprise, and I drew my lower lip in between my teeth, trying to stay quiet.

When he began peppering my ass with swats, I lost that battle, and a cry of pain slipped free. He didn’t relent, his palm raining blow after blow down on my bottom.

Each slap was hard, but not punishingly so. It was almost like he was possessing me and taking over every fiber of my being.

“This pretty little ass reddens so very well. You’re Daddy’s good girl, aren’t you?”

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