Page 97 of The Forbidden Trio

His Aster.

His.

He pulled back and smoothed his free hand over her body. Her hair was wild, spread out on the pillows in a silky tangle. Her cheeks were pink, as pink as her plump nipples.

“So damn beautiful,” he murmured. “Do you trust me, my baby?”

“Yes. I trust you.”

“Good girl. Spread your legs for me. Yes, nice and wide, that’s it.”

He traced the muscle in her calf with the tip of the knife, then lifted her leg with one hand and skimmed the back of her knee with the edge of the blade.

“Oh!”

Goosebumps rose all over her skin, making him smile. He knew she was scared, but he could also see that she liked it—the sensation, the fear itself. The hazy gleam in her eyes and her body’s response told him everything he needed to know.

He held one leg firmly as he slid the blade up her inner thigh. Then he traced the path of the blade with his palm, moved higher to run his fingers over her beautifully plump pussy lips. She was soaked, as he knew she would be. He dipped one fingertip inside her for a moment, making her sigh. Then he pressed hard on her hip with his free hand, holding her still as he carefully slid the flat of the blade over that tender spot at the junction of her thigh.

She gasped.

“Breathe through it, baby girl. Yes, that’s perfect. You can do it.”

He gave her a few moments to center herself. Then he moved the flat of the knife over her pussy.

“Oh!” She started to pant.

“It’s okay. You’re good. Just breathe, baby.”

“Are you… are you going to cut me there?” she asked.

He chuckled. “Do you think I’m evil enough to do that to you?”

“Yes! I mean, Yes, Sir.”

“You know me well,” he said, before he nicked the inside of her thigh, making her cry out.

“Fuck!”

“That wasn’t your sweet pussy, my girl.”

“No, but… oh!”

He moved up to the top of the bed and held her chin in his hand. “Was that mean, baby girl? I think you like me being mean.”

When she answered with a slowly spreading smile, he leaned in to kiss her. He pushed his tongue into her lovely mouth, and she took it greedily. He kissed her until his dick was rock hard, until he heard her quiet sigh. When he pulled back, he saw her pupils were still huge, her full lips parted. She smiled up at him.

“All good, baby?”

“So good,” she said.

He stood staring at her for several long moments. She was afraid, but facing it like a champ. She was so damn brave, so damn beautiful. He bent to feather kisses over her cheeks, her beautiful breasts, her stomach. He wanted to fuck her so badly it hurt. But he had a responsibility here. And using the knife on her was feeding the sadist in him like mad.

She blinked up at him, waiting. And before she had a chance to process what was happening, he grabbed the back of her neck, lifting her a little. Then, snaking rough fingers into her hair, he held the knife at her throat for several long heartbeats, watching the pulse in her neck race like crazy. Oh yeah, she was exactly where he wanted her. After a few moments, he let it glide gently down to her collarbone while she panted, then sighed as her body went limp. He felt that moment when she surrendered completely to him, to the knife, to the energy between them, and it was a beautiful thing. Mind-blowing. He’d done plenty of knife play over the years, but this… with her… This was totally new territory for him, in some way he wasn’t sure he really understood.

With his mouth inches from her ear, he asked her, “You trust me, beautiful girl?”

“Yes, Sir. I trust you.”

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