Page 42 of Marking Micah

With a grin he pulled her closer for a quick kiss. “At least you’re not a Little; you won’t have to get your mouth washed out with soap.”

She grimaced, then laughed. “Thank god.”

Arrow lookedover the small variety of toys he’d chosen for the evening. Micah was already stripped down to the red cheeky panties she’d worn tonight. She hadn’t bothered with stockings or even a bra under her little robe, which he knew was a good thing. She was trusting him more, trusting herself more. Finally accepting that her scars didn’t bother him in the least. And Lord, she was so damn beautiful stretched out on the padded table, her wrists bound overhead. He knew she’d always thought of herself as too tall and gangly, that she hated that her breasts were on the smaller side, but he would never understand how she didn’t see that her breasts were works of fucking art, that her long legs were pure grace. That she was perfect exactly the way she was.

Perfect for me.

He shook his head, needing to chase that thought away. He owned her only here, in this place, this scenario. She hadn’t agreed to be his. Hell, he hadn’t asked.

He sighed, knowing he’d need some time to get his head on straight about this woman. He wasn’t even sure why the hell he was fighting his feelings for her. But this was not the time to take a deep dive into his own psyche. She was right there, waiting for him. And he planned to give her everything she needed tonight. And some of that was going to be fear play. It was time to take a deeper dive into her trust issues.

He approached her holding a black satin blindfold in front of her lovely face, and the sadist in him got a nice little shot of adrenaline when her eyes went wide and she swallowed hard. He loved that she was so easy to read, that she was so responsive.

“Yeah, I’m gonna blindfold you, Micah. I want you to tune in to every sensation. Shut the rest of the world out. And you’re going to need to trust me completely. Do you?”

“I… yes. The blindfold always makes me nervous. But yes, I trust you.”

He leaned in to brush a kiss over her lips, and they were soft and plush, and he thought he could feel her shivering a little. It wasn’t a bad thing. Not at all. If she trusted him, that was the best way to walk through her fears.

He straightened up and pulled a knife from his back pocket, holding it up with a small grin. “Just so you have some idea of what I’m going to do to you.”

“Oh! Shit.”

“Tell me again; do you trust me?”

She swallowed once more, bit her lip, blinked a few times. “I trust you, Arrow.” When he raised an eyebrow at her, she added, “Sir.”

“Better. Hold still now, as still as you can. It’s important when I have a blade in my hand.” He slipped the blindfold over her eyes, and she let out a quiet sigh. “Any time you start feeling too nervous, do the breathing I’ve taught you. It’ll help you to relax and hold still. And use your safewords if you need to. Nod if you understand.”

She nodded. It was time to begin.

He ran one hand over her body, pausing to trace his fingertips over her throat, her delicate collarbone, then between her breasts, watching her rosy nipples harden. His dick jumped in response, but he silently ordered it to calm the fuck down. He had to focus.

He feathered his fingers over her nipples, one at a time, then started to work one of them, stroking, pinching, pulling on that tender, dark pink flesh until they were as hard and as long asthey could get. Her breathing sped up, and he could see the pulse in her throat working a bit faster.

Fucking perfect.

He let her nipples go to run the flat of his hand down the center of her stomach, then lower, tracing the edge of her red panties to her inner thigh. Her ankles were cuffed to the table, but she strained to open them wider for him.

“Good girl,” he murmured, and she sighed in response.

He stroked the silky skin at that top juncture of her thigh, then very softly across her mound, where he felt how hard her clit was through the fabric.

Oh, yeah.

He pressed down with his palm, covering her pussy with his hand. Then he added more pressure, and when her hips began to arch, he ordered, “Still, Micah.”

She complied.

He held her down with that hand, and with the other he pressed the cool flat of the blade between her breasts. She gasped, and although a shiver ran through her, she managed to hold still. He understood how hard it was for her. That she really had to trust him to even allow him to do this. Because negotiating knife play was one thing. The reality often hit a lot harder than expected.

He traced the flat of the knife down over her stomach, then back up to the curve of one firm, perfect breast. She swallowed again, but under his palm her pussy went burning hot, and he knew she was in exactly the right state.

He ran the dull edge of the knife around her areola, and when she held her breath he reminded her to breathe. She did, but her breath was coming in short pants.

“You need to trust me, Micah. Know that I may hurt you, but I’ll never harm you.”

She gave a tiny nod, and this time he used the sharp knife blade to trace that same line. She was still as stone.

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