I watched his throat move as he swallowed, giving me a quick nod. Grasping the handle of the knife again, I ran a long scratch along his collarbone, from shoulder to shoulder. His eyes flashed with fear for a second when I lifted the dagger, likely because of how close I was to his face and throat. It was hard to remember he didn’t know me as well as I knew him.
“Does it hurt more when I cut solid flesh, or when I trace the blade along a bone?” I asked, demonstrating both cuts on his chest.
Hissing, his hands fisted the sheets. Blood droplets were running down his chest, landing on the duvet and making small, circular stains. “It’s all pain,” he grunted.
“No different at all?”
I tried again, on the other side of his body, and he shook his head. “Huh. How about that.”
Sliding down his body, I briefly paused to lick a line up the side of his cock, gathering the precum at the head. For now, he was still hard. Would he go soft when the pain got to be too much? I wasn’t sure he’d ever been soft when I’d been biting him before.
I dragged the blade down one of his hairless thighs, watching his face as I did. His eyes were squeezed shut, mind fighting his body’s need to escape the pain. He gave in halfway through the slice, trying to scramble away. I removed the blade and the blood welled and driped, more than any of the other cuts so far. We were making a colossal mess, and the air was heavy with the thick scent of blood and sweat.
“It might be better if I tied you up,” I suggested.
“Yes, please,” he said quickly, nodding. “I can’t… I can’t control my body. Instinct says to run away from pain.”
“Do you have anything I can tie you with?”
“Same drawer the dagger was in.”
Dropping off the bed, I found a couple lengths of silky smooth ropes in the drawer. The material was dyed red, soft enough it wouldn’t be itchy on his skin. I brought the rope over to him and started by tying one rope to each of his limbs. Wrists and ankles. Kirin corrected my knots and ties to be most comfortable for him. Then I had him lie out flat and tied him to the four posts at the ends of the bed.
“Remember, I can cut you out at a moment’s notice if I have to,” I said, tying the last knot to bring him spread-eagled.
Seeing him splayed out like that gave me a few seconds of panic, thoughts whirling through my mind.What are you doing, Hadley? You’re not some dominatrix. The only reason you even know what a safeword is, is because of Solstice. Why do you think you have what it takes to do this?I shoved them down, taking a deep, steadying breath. He’d enjoyed this last time, and was enjoying himself so far today. I may not be experienced in dominating someone, but I was experienced in having control. And having a plan. I certainly had one for Kirin today, and I was trying to be confident we’d both enjoy it.
“Are any of the restraints too tight? I left them loose enough for you to thrash a little and entertain your body’s instinctual flight cues.”
Instinctual flight cues. Great, so I was going all ‘technical terminology’ while I had him naked in front of me. He didn’t comment on my wording, though, and I was reminded he was as scholarly as I was. We hadn’t discussed the extent of his reading, but he’d been here for years and had a damn good library for it.
“Not too tight. If they tighten too much, I’ll tell you.”
Kirin’s gaze was scanning me in my outfit, a spot of blood already staining the leg of my trousers. I sighed. Everything would go back to its original glory, but I’d do better to pretend I cared. He’d enjoy the show. Grabbing the hem of my sweater, I pulled it up and over my head, revealing a simple black bra underneath. He made a small, strangled noise, body already pulling at the restraints.
Next, I shimmied my pants down my hips, letting them pool around my feet so I could step out of them. My panties matched my bra, simple and black. I did a spin for Kirin, but didn’t take anything else off. Dagger in hand, I climbed back up onto the bed, settling myself between his legs. His cock was only semi-hard, flagging from the remnants of pain and the brief pause in activities. I sucked the tip in my mouth, free hand cupping his balls, and nursed him back to hardness.
“I’m going to go soft when you cut me again,” he said, choked.
“Are you telling me I’m not allowed to mix pleasure with pain? I thought that was the point. I get you hard, hurt you, and get you hard again. Over and over, until you’re desperate to come instead of letting your cock go soft.”
He whined. Fuck, his noises were something else. High-pitched and needy.
“Whatever you want, princess. As long as you don’t expect me to stay hard the whole time, because I don’t think I can.”
“Good. Doing whatever I want is important.”
“Anything.”
We’d explore that later.
I grazed the knife along his thigh, the same spot I’d cut before, but barely let it break the skin. His green velvety muscles were stained red, dried blood originating from a spot where no wound existed. Along the other side, I created a matching stain. He cried out, losing the fight to keep his body still, but this time he couldn’t move.
Paying attention to my work, I crossed horizontal lines over the vertical one as it healed. I’d never thought I’d be taking pleasure in hurting someone. I guess I wasn’t; not really. My pussy wasn’t soaking through my panties from the sight of blood. All arousal came from watching and listening to his reactions. The cries and whines and whimpers. Knowing I had control over him. I didn’t have to hurt him to see those reactions or have control, so I was mainly doing the harming for his benefit.
“How are you doing?” I asked after a few more cuts to his thighs.
“It hurts.”
