Page 70 of Taming Seraphine

“The knife,” I reply instead of asking what he means.

Leroi steps back. “Take off your panties.”

Without hesitating, I lean to the side and ease down my underwear and leggings in one swift movement. Leroi slips off my shoes and pulls the garments down to the floor.

He parts my thighs and stares down at my bare legs and exposed pussy. I tremble with anticipation, feeling exposed, and more vulnerable and needy than I was when he spanked me.

“You’re so wet,” he says. “Is that for me, little angel?”

“Yes,” I whisper.

The pad of his thumb brushes a slow circle over my inner thigh. “Is that sweet little pussy aching for me?”

I nod, my eyes squeezing shut.

“Look at me or I’ll stop,” he commands.

My eyes snap open, and I’m once again transfixed by the intensity of his stare.

“Good girl.”

Even though it’s irrational, a part of me preens at his praise. A cool draft wafts over my exposed flesh, and I shiver, my nipples tightening into stiff peaks. I’m a kaleidoscope of conflicting emotions, ranging from arousal to terror. Leroi could slice me open with that dagger he just cleaned, and I would still ache for more.

“Does that turn you on?” he asks, tracing the blade along my inner thigh, cooling my heated flesh. “Do you like it when this blade is so close to cutting slices off your pink little pussy?”

“Yes,” I whisper, biting down on my bottom lip. All sensation races to my core and the intensity of his stare makes me grow wetter.

“Yes, what?” His voice hardens.

“Yes, sir.”

He slides the cold blade over my wet folds until it’s hovering just below my clit. My muscles tighten in anticipation. I don’t know if he’s going to give me pain or pleasure, but I need to feel something more than this desperate ache. The flat metal glides over my clit, leaving me panting, trembling, and desperate for more.

When he pulls back the dagger, my throat vibrates with a disappointed whimper.

“You want more?” he asks.

“Please, sir.” My voice cracks.

“Spread your legs. Show me how much you want it.”

I place a palm on each knee and push my thighs so far apart that cool air hits my overheated flesh. This should be embarrassing, but I’ve never wanted anything more.

“Just like that,” he says. “Now, be a good little girl and stay still.”

He flips the knife around and presses the handle against my clit. The metal’s intricate designs send delicious thrills straight through my core.

Adrenaline races through my veins, making me feel alive for the first time in an eternity. I’m so focused on what he’s doing with the knife that all thoughts of revenge fade into the background.

“Oh god,” I moan.

“Not god,” Leroi growls. “Say my name.”

“Leroi.”

He grazes the textured head around my clit, making it swell to the point of bursting. “Once more, angel.”

“Fuck,” I groan. “L-Leroi.”

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