Page 13 of Whiteout

She does as she's told, her lips parting to allow me to place the fruit between her teeth. The tangy citrus smell fills my nostrils as I watch her bite down. Her eyes plead with me, the innocence gone, replaced by a wildness that matches my own.

I quickly but carefully bind her ankles, using more twine, securing them to the handles of the lower cabinets. Her legs are spread wide, her feet resting on the edge of the counter, leaving her exposed and open for me.

I step back to admire my handiwork, taking in the sight of her bound and helpless. "You look so fucking perfect like this. All tied up, ready and waiting for me. You're all mine and nowhere to go." She's at my complete mercy now, and I plan to exploit that.

"I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before. You're going to be my good girl and take it all for me, aren't you?"

She nods her agreement.

"I know you will."

Her eyes widen as they follow my gaze to the knife block on the counter. A devious smirk spreads across my face as I pull out the largest knife.

Her hands tug at the twine, testing its strength, wanting to move, to touch me, but I have her helpless and restrained just where I want her. Keeping one hand on her stomach, I palm the giant knife from the block and run the sharp edge down her cheek. Her eyes flutter shut, and she stiffens beneath my touch. I bring the blade to her neck, pressing the tip just under her chin, forcing her to arch back, baring her throat.

"You did say you didn't want to be safe, didn't you?" I remind her.

She whimpers, and I drag the knife down her body, slowly, watching her as she twitches and goosebumps form in the wake of the cold metal. Her eyes are transfixed on the knife, anticipating my next move.

"Eyes forward. Don't you fucking dare look away."

I want to see how far I can push her, how far she'll let me go. The last thing I want is for her to see me roll the knife in my hand, to know what I plan to do next.

I watch her throat work as she swallows, her eyes fixed on me. But then, unable to help herself, her gaze dips, wanting to see what I'm doing with the knife.

I grab her face with my free hand. "Did I tell you to look away?" She begins to shake her head frantically. "Keep your eyes on mine. You won't like what happens if you disobeyme. This is your last warning."

She nods quickly, her eyes meeting mine once more. I continue down until the tip of the blade ghosts over the lacey edge of her panties.

She squirms, a soft moan escaping her throat. I roll the knife in my hand, grabbing the flat edge of the blade tightly. I pause, letting the rounded end of the handle rest against her clit, teasing her. "You like that? You like feeling my knife against your pussy?"

Her hips begin to move, grinding herself against the handle.Fuuuuck.

I move the handle of the knife up and down her pussy, over the thin fabric of her panties. Teasing her, until her arousal soaks through her panties, leaving a dark spot against the fabric. My cock is throbbing and aching to be let free, but not yet. I'm not done playing with my Cherry.

"You're so wet. Your pussy is dripping. You want more, don't you?"

She whines in response, her eyes pleading with me. I can tell she's trying to hold back, but I want to see her lose control. I need it.

I use the sharp blade of the knife to slice through the fabric of her panties, exposing her to me. A patch of red curls covers her pussy, and I can see her clit peeking out,begging for attention.

I bring the knife handle to her entrance, coating it in her arousal. I push the handle inside her, watching her face as I begin to fuck her with it, sliding the handle in and out of her tight cunt, twisting and turning it to hit just the right spot to make her squirm.

"Keep those legs open wide for me. I want to see that pretty pussy fucking my knife."

I take one of her nipples into my mouth, sucking gently and then I bite down. She cries out from behind her gag and tries to close her legs around me. I let go of the blade of the knife to stop her by pressing a hand to her inner thigh. My other hand goes to her throat, and I squeeze until her eyes go wide.

"Ah, ah, ah, Cherry. You don't get to deny me what's fucking mine to take." I bite down on her nipple again and she cries out. "These tits are mine." I grab the blade of the knife and shove the handle deep into her dripping cunt. "This pussy is mine." Moving my hand down I gather some of her arousal on my finger sliding it down to her asshole. I circle her tight hole slowly with my slick finger. "This ass is mine, and when I want to fuck it, I will. Will you put up a fight? No… You'll be a good girl and let me, won't you?"

I tighten my grip on her throat, prompting her to answer me. She nods and as she does her saliva mixed with thejuices from the tangerine drips down her chin. I start at her neck just above my hand and lick the juice from her skin.

"That's my girl. You belong to me now, Ivy. Don't fucking forget it."

She’s soaking wet, and all from a simple knife handle. She’s loving every second of this, and it's driving me fucking wild. She moves against the knife, wanting more, desperate for something- anything- to fill her. She's starting to lose control, writhing beautifully under my touch. I know she's about to come at any moment.Not yet sweet girl… not yet.

I want more than her to just beg for release. I want her tears. I need to edge her, to push her to the brink just to pull her back again. I want to completely break her until I'm the only one who can put the pieces of her back together.

Her legs are spread wide, those red curls between them glistening. I lean down, removing the knife from her pussy and inhaling her scent. I press my lips to her clit, sucking and nibbling on the hard bud. She moans around the tangerine, her hips bucking as I add my fingers to the mix, curling them inside her, searching for that sweet spot.

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