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I freeze at his tone. He has a way of making things sound deadly, even when they might not be. I don’t know what it is, but I can guess.
He doesn’t leave me waiting long.
Trailing the tip of the blade ever so lightly over my mound, I don’t move a muscle. Sweat is forming on my forehead under the blindfold, my palms are slippery.
“I want to see you bleed, Bailey,” he murmurs.
“Will you hold still like a good girl, Bailey?” Archer’s croak is barely audible over the buzzing of the vibrator.
“Uhm…” What does he mean? Is he going to cut me? “Finn, wait.” I scramble to think of my safe word; it’s gone, disappeared under my panic and my old powerless feeling.
I gasp when I feel the scratch of the blade on the skin of my stomach, but it doesn’t hurt, not like the hearts on my back.
He presses the vibrator to my clit again, and I buck at the unexpected blood rush straight to my pussy.
“Ah!” I cry and then hiss as the blade slices lightning-fast into my skin over the scratch he made.
He removes the vibrator. Shaking like a leaf, I pant, licking my lips, parched and scared.
“Pleasure and pain, Alice,” he mutters, holding the vibrator against my clit again.
My legs shake when he slashes me gently again.
When he moves the vibrator, tears seep out of the sides of my eyes.
But the weird thing is, I don’t want him to stop. He is breathing heavily. He is aroused, or his form of it. I want to give this to him.
He teases my clit with the vibrator again, increasing the pressure as he holds it in place.
“You can come now, Alice.”
I scream as the climax thunders through me at the same time as he drags the knife deeply and slowly over my stomach.
“Fuck!” I roar. “Finn! Fuck!”
Trembling on the table, bound in place and sightless, I feel hot splats land on my tits, a soft groan coming from above me.
The voyeur.
I rasp, struggling for breath, but then a warm washcloth wipes away the mess, and the door opens and closes again.
“He’s gone,” Owen murmurs. “You are just ours now.”
He pats the cuts dry on my stomach, but I can feel the blood well up in the deeper cut Finn gave me while I orgasmed.
Fuck.
That was the hottest thing that has ever happened to me. He gave me intense pleasure to go with the pain.
Fuck.
My brain is unable to form another word right now.
“Archer and I are going to fuck you now, Bailey,” Owen says. “But you will remain where you are, unable to see us. You won’t know which one of us has his cock in your mouth or his tongue up your pussy.”
“Ooh,” I moan, my pussy twitching at the thought.
They go silent as their hands trail over me, moving around and around, disorientating me.
