Page 75 of Fourth Wall

Christian disappeared into his closet. I turned my head to see what he was doing and noticed he had unlocked a safe. He pulled the door open, displaying an array of weapons, including guns, knives, and others that I didn’t recognize immediately. He grabbed a small black knife that was a little larger than your average pocket knife.

“Do you trust me?” he asked, and I nodded. This was different, but I liked to experiment and play, so I was all but willing, especially since I knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt me.

“Lie on the bed, on your back. Dangle your legs off the side.” I nodded.

I lay flat and moved my legs off the side of the bed. I watched as Christian’s eyes filled with the darkness I was familiar with. The kind of shadows I craved.

He stalked toward me and slowly leaned my head to the side to kiss my neck. I heard the click of the knife as he pulled it open.

“Use your words to tell me if you want me to stop at any point,” he prompted.

Very slowly, I felt the cold metal tip of the knife as it glided down my throat.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned out as he pressed his other free hand at the very top of my core. He dragged the cool, pointy tip of the knife down my neck and used his mouth to trail after the spots with delicate kisses. It was a delicious sensation of both gentle and dangerous.

When he managed to reach my heaving tits, he slowly slid the very pointy tip around my nipples, and I was immediately wet and needy, craving him.

“Doesmy good girllike when Daddy is dangerous?” He offered a low raspy chuckle. I whimpered.

He slowly moved the knife around my nipples, and the sharp blade was so close to causing me pain, but it brought me so much pleasure.

He dragged the knife down my stomach, adding a little more pressure this time. Not enough to draw any blood, but enough that the slight scraping against my skin caused me to writhe underneath him. He was in full control and had power over me—a beautiful, dominating man.

His mouth was now on my core, and I could feel his tongue slip out, but he never moved his knife away from the very inside of my thighs. He started to swirl his tongue around me, and with the very tip of the knife, he dug a little into my skin, dragging the point around the inside of my leg.

From where my head was positioned, I could see the slightest amount of blood drip down onto the sheets. There was no other word to describe what I saw but erotic.

“Christian,” I begged through breathless moans.

He let go, and I felt disappointed until he flipped me over with one hand. I was on my stomach with my legs dangling off the bed.

I felt the metal of the knife as it dragged down my back and landed on my ass.

“Open wide,” he demanded, and I quickly spread my legs open for him. While one hand pressed against my ass with the knife, the other hand came wailing down with a resounding slap. In an instant, his cock was inside me. The pressure of him inside me, the way he continued to slap my ass, and the knife that was digging into my skin and drawing blood was all so erotic.

“Christian,” I whispered. “I’m not going to last long.” I knew immediately this was almost over the moment he was inside me because of the concoction of emotions I felt.

He dug a little deeper into the very top of my butt, and I wailed and squirmed underneath him as he continued to thrust inside me. I could feel his slick cock sliding in and out of me as the knife dug deeper into me.

“I knew my dirty little slut would like to be punished,” he murmured in a raspy tone.

I gripped the side of the bed and turned my head around so our eyes locked. My breath was ragged, but he paused ever so slightly.

“Daddy, I have been such a bad girl.”

He cried out my name and arched his head and pressed the tip of the cold metal onto my ass as I burst onto him. My body sank into oblivion as suddenly, all the pressure was released from inside me, and the knife was moved away. I had to calm myself down from the release and almost turned over when I heard Christian return.

“Wait. Let me clean you up.”

I turned around and realized that a small puddle of blood was on the floor. Instead of staying there, I got up and walked to our connecting bathroom and looked at myself in the floor-length mirror.

There were marks all over the backside of my body. Very small amounts of blood dripped down, and I had to admit it was super sexy and empowering to see all of that.

“I’m so sorry. I think I got carried away.” He started to wet a towel and dropped to his knees to clean me up.

“Don’t be sorry. I liked it,” I whispered quietly, somewhat embarrassed that I enjoyed a little bit of blood. Christian emitted a low chuckle and began to wipe me up.

I dropped to my knees to match him, and I could see the surprise on his face. I cupped the stubble on his jawline and brought my mouth to his. He lifted both of us up, but I held his jawline tightly as I brought his face down to mine.

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