Page 73 of Twisted Empire: King's Gambit

MIKHAIL

It’s a few days after the dust settled and I’m standing in front of Gabriette, her eyes meeting mine, searching, questioning. I see a glimmer of apprehension, perhaps a touch of excitement, but mostly a willingness to proceed. It’s as if we’re both standing at the edge of an abyss, peering into the darkness, willing yet hesitant to take that last leap.

She looks at the thing in my hand with wide eyes. “What exactly are you planning on doing with that, Mikhail?”

Spread out naked in all her beautiful glory is my queen, while I’m sitting in between her legs with a modified knife in my hand.

I chuckle and twirl the knife around my fingers. It’s the size of a hunting knife but blunt, the hilt is made of a soft, thick material, it’s ridged and curved to a round point.

“It’s something I had designed for a specific purpose,” I say and run the blunt edge down her inner thigh. She gasps and I catch a tremble shooting through her body. “Hmm, gorgeous.”

“Wait, wait,” she gasps with fear in her eyes, but her pupils are completely blown out. “What are you going to do with it? You won’t cut me, will you?”

“And ruin your flawless skin? No, baby, this isn’t meant for that,” I say and turn the knife around to run the hilt over her clit. “Remember, I told you on our wedding night that there’s plenty of other fun things you can do with a knife?”

“Y-yeah?”

“This is one of them,” I say, leaning down to blow onto her pussy, and she shivers. “Do you trust me, Gabriette?”

She lets out a moan when I run my tongue down her slit and bucks her hips. “Yes, yes, I trust you—oh!”

I grin when she cries out as I slowly push the hilt inside her drenched pussy while flicking my tongue over her clit just the way she likes it. Moving the knife, I slowly fuck her with the thick hilt and watch as she arches her back.

It’s a sensation both intimate and ominous, a line that shouldn’t be crossed, yet here we are, teetering on the brink.

I look up to meet her gaze, and the shift is undeniable. Her eyes are darker, deeper, as if the simple act has stirred something both primitive and profound. It’s a mirror to my own emotions, a mixture of exploration and violation, of intimacy and distance.

“You like that, baby? I had it specially made to hit that sweet spot inside your pussy.” I groan, my cock aching with need. “But be careful, you could still hurt yourself. The blade isn’t blunt.”

She stills at this, and I hear her breathing picking up. I can’t help but smirk at her reaction to this lie and I peer up at her again. She looks lost between lust and fear and fuck me if it didn’t make my cock twitch.

I pull the knife from her pussy and lean over her, my hand braced on the bed next to her.

“Are you scared,Malyshka?” she shakes her head and I chuckle. “Do you trust that I won’t hurt you? That I’m doing this for your pleasure, and not just mine?”

Her gaze flickers from the knife to my face, and I catch the faintest quiver of her lips, a subtle shift in her eyes that I can’t quite decipher. Is it relief? Curiosity? Or something more complicated that she’s not ready to confront?

“Y-yes…” she trails off, looking me in the eye. “I trust you, Mikhail.”

“Good,” I grin and take the knife’s blunt edge, running it between the valley of her gorgeous tits. “Walking the line between fear and lust can be exhilarating. Will the knife cut you? Will it sting? Will I draw blood? I guess we’ll see. But just like every other time, you’re in control here. Let me know if it gets too much and I’ll stop immediately.”

She nods and I tut. “Use your words, Gabriette.”

“I will, I … I’ll tell you if it gets too much,” she says in a breathy voice.

“Good girl,” I say and watch the knife leave light red marks over her skin. “Turn around and push that gorgeous ass out.”

With a tremble in her body, she does as she’s told. Fuck, I love it when she’s this obedient for me. It gets my cock hard even more than that mouth of hers does.

She pushes out her ass, and I bite my bottom lip while running the hilt down her slit. “Soaked for me, even though you’re scared. Fuck, your trust in me deserves a reward, my good girl,” I murmur, kissing her gorgeous ass.

Turning my focus to her back, I position the blunt edge of the knife against her skin. The air seems to thicken, the moment stretching out like a high wire strung tight with tension. I take a deep breath, aware of my own pulse reverberating like a distant drumbeat, and begin to slide the blade across her back.

She lets out a long, strained moan at the sensation as I drag it down all the way to her ass. My eyes widen when she pushes against the blade, as if asking for more.

I lied when I told her the knife wasn’t blunt. There’s no way I’d use one that wasn’t dulled for this purpose. It’s a power play for me, seeing the fear and uncertainty in her eyes but also how her desire overrules her apprehensions.

I drag the blade down her skin again, teasing the marks with my tongue afterwards to caress the sting and loving how fucking responsive she is. When I run the blade down both of her ass cheeks, I pull back and slap her pussy with it.

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