Page 41 of My Bloody Valentine

Reaching for my knife, I draw the blade across her inner thigh, just enough to break the skin. A bead of blood forms, red against her pale flesh. “Watch,” I command, my voice low.

I lean down, my tongue tracing the path of the blade, tasting her. She’s afraid, but her body betrays her, responding to my touch with a needy arch of her hips. I lap at the tiny wound, savoring the warmth of her blood, the coppery taste filling my senses.

“Adrian, please.” Her voice is thick with need, her chest heaving. “What are you doing to me?”

“This,” I whisper, “is where pleasure and pain intersect. Where boundaries blur, and true desire is revealed.” I lick the path of the knife again, claiming her with my mouth. “Here, we find the essence of obsession.”

Her breath quickens as I loosen the ropes, freeing her wrists but keeping her thighs bound to her calves. I grab her hand and slit a small cut into her palm.

Her eyes widen, fear and fascination flashing there. “Obsession?”

In answer, I slit my own palm with the knife, a sharp sting. Holding my bleeding hand over her hand, I let the warm droplets fall, mingling our blood. “This is intimacy. A connection beyond the physical.”

She swallows, her gaze locked on our joined hands. “Why are you doing this to me?”

“Because,” I breathe, my lips brushing her ear, “I want to devour you. All of you.”

“Now, touch yourself with the blade.” I hand her the knife. “Show me how twisted you can be.”

Maya’s eyes spark, and a fire is lit within her. She brings the blade to her inner thigh, mimicking my earlier actions. She’s tentative at first, then growing bolder as she traces the path I’d taken with my mouth.

She teases her clit with the tip of the blade, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. Her eyes, wide and dark, lock onto mine, and she bites her lip, fighting for control.

“Don’t you dare come until I say so,” I warn, my voice firm. “I want to watch you struggle.”

She almost falls apart at my words, but I hold her gaze, demanding her obedience. Maya wants to please me; it’s written all over her gorgeous, flushed face.

I step back, crossing my arms, and continue to watch, a silent observer of her torment. Maya strains against her natural submissiveness, wanting to yield, but I deny her, holding her on the edge.

Her fingers tremble as she brings the knife closer to her aching core. Her body glistens with a fine layer of sweat, the air heavy.

“Your body is begging for release,” I observe, my tone calm despite the fire burning within me. “But you know the rules.”

Maya whimpers, her frustration and need building. She knows I’m right, that the pleasure will be much sweeter when it finally comes. The strain shows on her face, her body taut as a bowstring as she fights her instincts.

I step closer, a dangerous smile behind my mask. “Do you want to know a secret?” I grab the knife in her hand and pry it from her fingers.

She nods, her eyes never leaving the knife.

“You were made for this,” I whisper. “For the darkness and the pain. It’s where you truly shine.”

My words strike a chord, and she closes her eyes, a tear escaping. “I’ve never felt this way before. It’s like my whole body is alive.”

“You’re discovering your true self with me.” I stroke her cheek. “And I’m going to help you explore.”

Maya opens her eyes, her gaze fierce. “Yes. Please. Show me.”

The knife feels like an extension of my body as I slice the skin just above my erect cock. A bead of crimson forms, our gazes locked. “Taste me, Maya.”

She needs no further encouragement, struggling to lean forward to lap at the wound with her tongue. I feel her soft breath, then the warmth of her mouth as she teases the cut with her tongue. My body tightens with pleasure as her chin touches my solid length.

Maya looks up at me, her eyes dark pools before she licks a path down my shaft, her tongue leaving a wet trail. The sensation is electric, sparking a fire deep within me. This woman knows how to use her mouth—knows just how to reduce me to a growl.

“You want this, don’t you?” I thread my fingers into her hair, holding her in place. “Show me how much.”

She meets my eyes, her lips mere inches from the tip of my cock. “Yes.” She pauses, her breath feathering over me. “I’ve wanted to taste you since I first tried your cum laced chocolate.”

Her words are a drug, spurring me on. “Then take me.”

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