Page 96 of The Forbidden Trio

He went to find his special box, unlocked it with the key he kept in the nightstand drawer, and pulled one of his smaller knives out. He tested the sharpness on his thumb, which was really more to get a response from her. He always kept his knives spotless and razor-sharp.

She was watching him, her eyes glazed from her orgasm, her body relaxed, and there seemed to be more curiosity in her expression than fear. This was exactly where he wanted her going into her first experience with his knives.

“Are we green, baby girl?”

“Yes. Green.”

He began by running the flat of the knife over her inner forearms, then across her stomach, which tightened a little in response.

“Are you okay, Aster? Do you need me to stop?”

“No, I’m okay. Don’t stop.”

He slid the blade down her body, let it rest on the curve of her mound, an inch above the top of her clit. She trembled, but when he looked into her eyes, he saw more excitement there than fear.

He moved the blade down the top of her thigh, then slid it to her inner thigh, and she flinched. When he glanced up, her eyes had gone wide.

“Baby, you have to hold still. Do you understand me?”

“Yes. I’ll hold still, I promise, Sir.”

“Good girl. Just do your breathing if you get nervous. And don’t forget to use your safewords if you need to.”

He waited while she drew in a long breath, then blew it out. When he thought she was ready he moved the knife again, smoothing it over her stomach, keeping his gaze on her face so he could gauge her reaction as he turned the blade so that the tip nicked her skin.

“Oh!”

“Okay?” he asked. “Still green?”

She was panting a bit, but she answered, “Yes, green.”

“Are you afraid?”

“Yes.”

“Is it a good kind of afraid?”

She paused, licking her lush lips. “I’m… yes. It’s good.”

“Okay, baby,” he said.

Using one hand, he pressed down between the curves of her pretty breasts to hold her still. Then he brought the knife up and carefully drew the edge across one nipple, smiling when her breath quickened. He held the knife there, and when he glanced up at her face once more, her pupils were enormous. But her nipples were two beautifully hard points.

“This might hurt,” he warned her.

She gasped as he lowered the knife and drew a long, straight line up the front of one thigh, using just enough pressure to scratch her skin. A narrow line of blood filled in the shallow cut, and he felt the familiar sense of deep satisfaction that always came with knife play. But now, because it washer, it went so far beyond that, he couldn’t quite wrap his head around it. But he had a huge responsibility with her under his hands, under his knife, and he forced himself to focus until he was certain he was completely in control.

He swept a fingertip over the narrow cut, then brought it to his lips and sucked while she watched. There was a faint metallic flavor on his tongue, and he savored it.

Leaning in close, he whispered against her cheek, “Your blood is the sweetest I’ve ever tasted. It doesn’t surprise me. Youreverythingis the sweetest I’ve ever tasted—your lips, your skin, your pussy.”

“Ohhh…”

He kissed her and her mouth opened under his, inviting his tongue in. She kissed him hungrily, panting into his mouth, making his cock so damn hard he could barely stand it.

Control.

This woman challenged his control more than any other on earth. But he would do right by her.

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