Page 38 of Blades of Obsession

My back arches off the recliner, a soft moan escaping my lips as the icy sucking on my nipple contrasts with the sharp edge of the knife gliding along my thigh. The sensations collide, sending me spiraling. He alternates between the ice and the knife, using both to tease along my arms, legs, neck, trailing down my waist, and my favorite, my nipples.

The movie’s soundtrack reaches a fever pitch, with slashes and desperate screams filling my ears, making me jump and twist every so often.

Each sound feels like it’s merging with Blade’s touch, as if the horror unfolding on the screen is right in here with us. The line between fear and excitement blurs, my pulse an unsteady, frantic beat that matches the pace of the movie.

“You know,” he whispers against my ear, “I could be the monster, too. Just like in the movie.”

“And what would you do?” I whisper back, my voice barely audible over the sounds of the hunt, the slashing, the screams that feel like they could burst right out of the TV screen.

Blade’s mouth is close to mine, but he doesn’t kiss me, he just lets his breath brush against my lips, the faintest tease. “I’d start by chasing you,” he murmurs. “You’d run, thinking you had a chance to get away.” The knife glides along my pussy lips and I hold my breath. “I’d follow you into the shadows, staying close enough for you to feel me, but just out of reach. You’d hear myfootsteps, feel my presence at your back.” I hum, the imagery clear in my mind as he continues to work the knife along my body.

His voice drops even lower, almost a growl. “And when you’re finally backed into a corner, breathless and desperate, I’d close in. Slowly. You’d be trapped, nowhere to run. And I’d spend alllll night making sure you know you belong to me.”

By the time he’s done, I’m panting. And I think he’s actually broken skin in a few places.

“You like this, don’t you? When I use the knife?” he asks.

I shake my head.

“Don’t lie to me,” he says in a low grunt. “I know everything about you, remember? I also see the way your body reacts. You crave it.”

I shake my head again, trying to deny it for the second time, but my body betrays me. The pain blooms, raw and grounding, and somehow… it feels good. It makes my skin tingle. Against all reason, it calms me, stripping away every other thought, every other worry, until all that’s left is this moment.

The bite of the blade is a release and the warmth spreading from the cut is almost soothing, like an anchor pulling me back into myself. The pain quiets the noise in my head. It’s twisted, maybe even a little dark.

Am I supposed to like that?

“If you don’t like it and want me to stop, we can invite Frankie and Asher in and start the movie night. Or…” I feel the serrated edge of the knife press into my thigh, just enough to sting. I moan, biting my lip. “You can admit you like it, and I can keep making you feel good. Which one, pretty girl?”

A part of me wants to run, to flee from the intensity of him and the emotions he stirs within me. But another part—a part I’m only just starting to understand—wants to stay, to explore the dark, thrilling unknown that he represents.

“I—just keep going,” I relent, breathless.

“Oh, no,” he chuckles. “First, I’m not the one taking orders here. And second, if you want me to keep going, admit you like it. Admit your little pussy throbs every time I pull out the knife.”

I bite my tongue. “Okay! I like it. Happy now?”

He leans closer, as evidenced by his breath hot against my cheek. “I became a happy man on October thirteenth when I made you mine. Anything else is just overkill, angel.”

I feel the ice slide down between my breasts, over my stomach, lingering between my inner thighs, before trailing back up to my collarbone.

I’m squirming, my body reacting to every teasing touch, a need awakening inside me. I don’t know how long I’ll be able to handle the teasing, I feel like Ineedit right now.

He presses the handle of the knife against my entrance, resting it there, and when I buck my hips up for more friction, he tsks and pulls the handle away.

“So needy and impatient.”

The jackass.

“Aiden… Aiden,please.”

“Fuck, I love the way you moan my name.”

His cold lips find my earlobe, and I shiver as his breath tickles my skin. “Your body is so fucking sexy,” he whispers. The breath he blows into my ear causes my leg to twitch so good. “Imagine how it will come alive for me when you’re coming on my cock. Or would you rather come on the handle?” He teases it against my entrance again, this time going a little further in.

Before I can say anything, a sharp smack lands on my upper thigh, and I yelp. “Ah!”

He chuckles, his breath warm as he lowers his head between my legs. His tongue grazes my hip bone, then trailsdown to the same spot on my inner thigh where he smacked, kissing it softly.

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