It’s a woman’s voice all soft and comforting, one I know, one I’ve listened to for years and dreamt of for even longer.
“Dani?” I ask the dark shadowy figure standing perfectly still, already knowing the answer.
“It’s me.”
The shadow moves as she steps closer, allowing a sliver of moonlight from the crack between the curtain panels to shine on her face, lighting up her cheekbone and one blue eye.
The pounding of my heart from the dream gets faster and harder knowing she’s snuck into my apartment in the middle of the night and was watching me, just like I would have done to her if I knew where she lived. It’s sexy as fucking hell being the one surveilled.
“Now I know why you women like to read books about being stalked by shadowy men.” I chuckle to her, rubbing my face with my palms, trying to wipe the sleep from my eyes and the sweat from my forehead.
“Oh yeah? You like that I snuck in, able to take your life while you sleep, yet I didn’t.”
“You know I’ve always liked dangerous women, and even more dangerous sex.”
“I know. But sex…babe, I’d rather cut you like you were doing in whatever that was that you just experienced.” She says, stepping even closer, the light spreading across her more, illuminating the blade in her clenched fist. “What was that by the way? It looked bad.”
“I was killing you.” I say, shaking my head, not taking my eyes off the large knife that fills her small hand.
“Did you enjoy it?”
“Did it fucking look like it?” I ask her, punching the mattress, trying to ignore the remnants of the dream that still lace my brain with fleeting images that I can’t seem to forget.
“But you were hunting me.”
“Not when I knew it was you. I told Valentino no today; I won’t do the contract.” I say to her, watching her come closer, lifting the knife up in front of her face, staring at the blade that I’m not sure if she actually intends on trying to use. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“But baby, I love when you hurt me.” She hisses, then launches herself at me with a wicked smile.
She jumps on me on the bed, and knocks me down onto my pillow, pinning me under her weight. I could easily throw her off of me, but I won’t. I know that look on her face. She’s not going to kill me. No, she wants to play.
“And you love to hurt me.”
“I do.” She whispers, bringing the knife to my throat, holding the sharp edge against my skin just under my beard line.
It’s super sharp, and I feel it bite into me as she presses it firmly enough that swallowing would be detrimental to my health. My cock swells in my boxers at the feel of the cold steel, and her straddling my waist.
“Do it.” I say, watching her closely. “Cut me.”
“Mmmm, patience babe.”
She jumps, and the knife nicks my skin when I thrust my hips up, bouncing her on top of me.
“When have I ever had patience?”
“Touche.” She laughs, gyrating her hips around in a circle, rubbing my hard dick underneath her body and the sheet. “You want to bleed?”
“Yes.” I groan, grabbing her by the hips and holding her tightly to me, feeling the warmth coming from between her thighs. “Lift your fucking skirt. I want to see that wet little cunt as you cut.”
“Such a nasty thing you are.”
“You love it. That’s why you broke in here wearing that little thing. Now show me your pussy.”
Reaching over and clicking on the bedside lamp I brighten the room, making my eyes instinctively close for a moment as I feel her shift on top of me, pressing the blade’s edge even tighter to me, pinching me with it. A warm and wet feeling spreads across my neck, and I smell the first hint of copper in the air, making me hiss in morbid pleasure.
When I open my eyes, she’s licking her pretty pink lips as she watches the blood trickling down the front of my throat, and I can tell she’s fighting the urge to taste it.
With her free hand she lifts the hem of her little, black, pleated skirt, baring a naked and freshly shaved pussy to my hungry gaze. It’s already glistening and moist, and its scent of arousal mingles with the aroma of my blood, making a heady and intoxicating fragrance.
