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“Yes, Stefan, I know you would never hurt me.”

“I’m going to blindfold you like last time, so you only feel. As we progress into this, you will not need the blindfold as often. But, remember, I will stop at any point if you ask me to; later on, we will use a safe word when things get more intense, but tonight telling me to stop will work,” Stefan said, putting the blindfold on me and helping me to stand. He guided me several steps and stopped. I heard chains, and then he pushed me back. He took my arm, raising it above my head and securing it to something, repeating the same with my other arm before moving to my legs and securing them into a spread position, raised off the floor. When he was done, I could not move, my body at his mercy.

I liked it. My body and mind turned on with the loss of control. My core was wet with anticipation.

I felt Stefan in front of me so close I could feel his breath on my face. “What else happened in that room today, Nicolette?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why did Tildie feel she had to help you?” Stefan’s voice was quiet, his tone even.

“Because that man wanted to have sex with me, and he tried to force himself on me, she stabbed him with something, and he turned on her,” I said, my eyes starting to tear up behind the blindfold at the memory.

“I’m going to make you forget he ever touched you, butterfly.” And I felt the tip of a knife as it grazed my skin, causing an intake of breath and goosebumps to spread over my body. I was scared but turned on simultaneously, wondering how that could be with the sharp steel tip of a knife skating my chest. But, the wetness between my legs proved it true.

And when I felt the knife cutting away my tank, I gushed. Wishing I could close my legs to relieve the arousal there. But I couldn’t, I was at Stefan’s mercy, and he didn’t seem to be in any hurry.

I WATCHED ASher pink tank top fell to the floor,releasing those beautiful tits of hers. The red mark where the knife grazed her skin urged me on. “Does this scare you, Nicolette?” I asked as I put a little more pressure on the tip, enough that she could feel it pressing into her skin but not enough to draw blood.

“Yes, a little, but I like it at the same time. Does that make sense?” Her soft voice was a kiss on my psyche. I already knew this was turning her on. I could see the wetness on her inner thighs and the crotch of her tiny shorts. I just wanted her to learn to voice her feelings. And I was thrilled this was something we could continue. It was my favorite form of edge play. And something I would want to do often, working her up to letting me cut her. I knew what I was doing and would never permanently scar her.

But, tonight, there would be no cutting. A little knife play, and then I was going to introduce her to the whip; I would go light her first time. But I needed this tonight, and she did too. A good whipping and a hard fuck.

“It makes perfect sense, butterfly. Pleasure and pain when done right can give extreme ecstasy,” I said as I walked behind, fisting a handful of hair and jerking her head back as my other hand used the knife to cut her shorts off her body, leaving her naked. I put the tip of my blade to the side of her throat, pushing the tip in. I put my face next to hers. “Who is the only man allowed to touch this body?” I whispered next to her ear, my tongue licking her there as the knife moved down her neck.

“You, Stefan, only you,” came her breathy reply.

I let her hair go, moving to her front, trying to control my hard cock trying to escape my jeans. I took the blade and ran it between her breasts, sliding it down between her legs, guiding it to her pussy, using the flat part to rub her there. “That’s right, Nicolette, only me. So I want you to forget about today and that man; I want only memories of me touching you to float in that pretty head of yours, got me?” I removed the knife, putting it on my lips, licking off her sweet essence.

“Yes, Stefan.”

I looked at her face, and my girl was aroused, her face showing everything she was feeling at this moment—her creamy white skin now a lovely shade of pink. Time to mark it with red. I removed my pants, my cock hard and ready. I picked up the leather whip I had chosen; the leather strings would sting and bite, perfect for her first whipping.

I moved until I stood so close to her that my erection was pushed into her stomach. I brought the whip to her lips. “Open your mouth, butterfly and taste the leather that will mark your skin; I want you to lick it.” My cock twitched as the tip of her pink tongue reached for the leather, tasting it. God, the things we will do together. I backed away from her.

“Good girl, how perfect you are, Nicolette,” I praised her as I ran the whip over her body letting her get used to the feel. She was so turned on she was sweating, drops of perspiration dripping down over her nipples. I walked behind her, caressing her sexy round ass, my fingers running across her pussy, teasing her. And without warning, I brought the whip down on her ass. A loud moan escaped her lips.

I brought the whip down again, moving it from her back and working down her thighs, calling her my dirty slut, saying all the things I wanted to do to her. Then, moving around to her front, giving light whips to her tits, stomach, and then her pussy until I hear her moan and say, “I need you to fuck me, Stefan, please.” That was not something I expected out of her mouth, and it sounded so dirty coming from her pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock. Usually, I would make her wait longer since she was demanding me to do something, but she will learn, just not tonight.

“What was that, butterfly?” I wanted to hear it again.

She didn’t hesitate. “I want you to fuck me right now, Stefan,” she practically growled.

Fuck me; this is hot. “Is my good girl frustrated and needs my cock in that wet pussy?” I goaded her even as I unhooked her legs from the leather cuffs. I stood up, ripping the blindfold off and lifting her legs around my waist. I thrust my cock inside her, both of us groaning at how fucking good it felt. The chains rattled as I fucked her hard, my hands digging into her ass as I held her tight. Trying to be mindful that her arms were still tied above her head. But, I needed hard and fast; there would be time later to go slower.

We held each other's eyes as I rode her, my cock like a jackhammer. Nicolette was making some sounds I had not heard out of her before, and when she moaned, “Fuck, this feels so good.” While looking in my eyes, that did it. I reached between her legs, pressing on her clit with my thumb, giving it a rub, and she went over. I didn’t even have time to watch her orgasm before my cock exploded, “Fuuuuck,” I groaned as I felt ropes of cum shoot out of my cock inside her.

I stood there holding her few minutes while I got control of my body. Then I carefully undid the bindings to let her fall into me. I picked her up, and she laid her head on my shoulder, exhausted. “Let’s get you in a bath to relax those muscles,” I said and got what felt like a nod from her. I would let her rest, but I wasn’t near done. I would get in every minute I could until I left tomorrow.

I would miss my butterfly while I was gone.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

STEFAN HAD BEENgone one week, and I worried hewould be hurt or not return. The night before he left, we had sex four times in all different manners. I told him I loved him before I passed out after our last sexual bout of the night; I didn’t want him to go away, not knowing how I felt. It took me two days to recover. But, since it wasn’t safe to leave the clubhouse, I didn’t have much to do. I spend a lot of time with Mary at her house, which is within walking distance of the club. She has a fantastic porch that overlooks a valley below, and we sit on the porch swing and talk about random stuff. In the evenings, I usually talk to Shay or Summer.

Shay finally told me who the women were who I saw that day after accidentally walking in on a few sexual activities in progress. She felt I needed to know and said Stefan should have told me already. I don’t know how I feel about it. But, hearing Stefan didn’t sleep with any of the women here made me feel better. I don’t think I would want to constantly look at women who slept with Stefan. Shay has a severe dislike for the club girls, but I haven’t asked why.

Tildie is still in the hospital, she did have a head injury, and they have her in an induced coma. Reader keeps me up to date on how she is doing since he is staying with her. Unfortunately, I can’t visit even after Stefan returns because I may be followed, and I don’t want those awful men to find Tildie.

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