Page 84 of Good Girl

A shuffling noise, and very quiet pings of metal shifting, come from behind me, and I recognize it as the roll of blades shifting.

Then I hear a snap, and a familiar buzz fills the room, and for one terrifying second, a flash of an electric carving knife fills my mind, but then something firm presses against my panties right over my clit. With one leg raised and the other spread out wide, the vibrations hit me hard, and I curl my pelvis away out of shock.

As soon as I do, there is a sharp object poking into my shoulder blade, and I flinch away from it, forcing my clit up against the vibrator.

Oh, shit.

The sharp point feels like a pin, and the thinnest of the thin blades from the roll comes to mind. A line of fire is dragged diagonally over my shoulder blade and stops before it crosses to the other side of my back.

I cry out, sharp and shrill, and I struggle until the forearm reappears across my shoulders. The vibrations against my panties are creating a small tentative fire, one that can’t seem to actually catch a light, but I am too caught up in the streak of pain radiating from my back.

The knife returns to almost the same spot and draws a new line that feels parallel to the first. I scream and try to pull away, but it only forces me harder against the vibrator.

As suddenly as both sensations started, they disappear, and I’m left panting and sobbing, with a clit that throbs and a back that burns. My head hangs down and I shake my head. I can’t do this. I can’t.

But my mouth doesn’t open and say the one word that could make it all end.

The snap of the vibrator returns, and I brace myself for the cutting to begin again. It’s on the other shoulder blade, and two lines are drawn as heat pools in my core. My struggle to get away from the line of fire only grinds me up against the vibrator. My orgasm is building, even with the burn in my back, and my brain is going to that confused place it did with Daddy’s scene.

It hurts in that one spot, but everywhere else feels good.

I shift against the vibrator as the second line is drawn, chasing the pleasure that is already dulling the pain. My boobs feel tight, and directly under the vibrator feels hot and needy.

Again, it all stops, but this time, I cry out. “Noooo.”

The break between is less this time.

More cuts are made down and across my back over and over. They cross over, run parallel, streak down my ribs, trace my spine. They are everywhere. Something wet runs down a few spots on my back, and it stings as it slips over cuts.

I hazily wonder if I am bleeding, but with the bite of the blade keeping my orgasm at bay, it’s honestly too hard to care. My entire being is on fire, and all my focus is on the vibrator as itis dragged up and down my panties from my opening to my clit. The burn on my back has turned to a quiet hum, and I wish there was nothing between me and the toy.

My pelvis thrusts against the vibrator. I’m so fucking close to coming that I’m crying, gasping wet sobs. Heat burns through my veins, my tits ache, and my core is on fire. I’m fairly certain I’m begging. I have no idea if I have permission to come, and it’s honestly way too late for me to care, because it’s right there.

But then, it’s not.

The vibrations have stopped.

“Please,” I beg, thrusting my pelvis forward, trying to find the vibrator again. “Please, I need more. Please.”

Something firm brushes the inside of my upper thigh, and I jerk in place. Then fingers run down the edge of each side of the front of my panties, pulling the wet fabric away from my pussy.

With my knee raised, my pussy would be on full display to Hunter if not for my panties. It takes my hazy brain a few seconds too long to understand that the sharp thing biting into my skin next to the wet crotch is another one of his knives.

The tightness of the black panties around my raised thigh loosens just before the blade bites into the underside of my bikini line.

A whimper escapes and tears soak my blindfold. “Please don’t cut my pussy, Daddy. Please.”

There is no reply.

Why is he ignoring me?

I feel the very tip of the blade as it passes over my lips, but it feels like only my panties are being cut. The crotch, specifically. But then, I feel the nick of the blade as it cuts through the elastic on the other side.

I cry out.

This time, I know I’m bleeding. I have to be. My suspicion is proven correct when Hunter’s mouth closes over the cut, his tongue lapping at the burning flesh.

His beard brushes against my pussy and my sobs turn to a gasp. He turns and gives the other thigh the same treatment before burying his face against my pussy.

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