My bottom lip rolled into my mouth and I clamped it between my teeth. I didn’t bite down until I tasted blood. Not this time. It was more like I had to have something to hold onto while I let him cut my armor away. Because I knew it, and so did he, this wasn’t just about the shoes.
My breath caught in my chest as his blade sliced through the leather strap like it was made of butter.
He slid the shoe away from my foot and I watched as it fell carelessly to the bed beside me.
Then, because it wasn’t enough, he did the same to the other one.
The tip of the blade skated up my leg, just light enough to where I felt it. It wasn’t his intention to cause harm with it, but oh, how he was. It just wasn’t the kind you could see from the outside.
With the blade inches from my soaked panties, he brought the tip upward. The silk fabric of my dress tented the slightest amount before it gave way with an awful ripping sound. Once he had a hole big enough to slip his fingers inside, he gripped the two edges tightly.
Another sharply inhaled breath and he tore the front of my dress in two. The straps still clung to my shoulders like it was desperate to hang on. To remind me that it was still there.
If he had a reaction to what he saw, I couldn’t read it.
My panties were next and after he had cut the sides free, he pulled the soaked garment from my body.
His knee sunk down onto the bed causing the mattress to dip with his weight. My eyes closed because it was becoming too much and I couldn’t watch him as he tore the threads from my body. I couldn’t watch him as he exposed the parts of me that I didn’t show anyone.
The cold blade slipped between my breasts. I could feel him going slowly like he wanted to make sure he didn’t scratch my skin. My heavy breasts relaxed as their support was torn away.
I felt his lips place a kiss on my breast. And then another. His tongue circled my hardened nipple but I didn’t move. I felt paralyzed there on his bed. I was, in a way. I was helpless and desperate for everything he had planned for me.
His warm mouth covered my nipple. My other breast felt lonely as he lavished and sucked.
As if he knew my thoughts, he released my nipple and kissed his way to the other one. The cool air in the room caused goosebumps to prickle my skin all over.
Once he’d had his fill, he began kissing up my chest, up the column of my neck, until his lips grazed over mine.
I had been so lost in anticipating his kiss that I wasn’t aware of him moving until I felt his hand tug at my ponytail.
My eyes shot open and even though I couldn’t see what was going on, I knew. Wide-eyed, I stared up at him. My gaze pleaded with him but he showed no signs of stopping.
The blade lightly grazed my scalp then, like it was nothing, the hair tie snapped loose and my hair was free.
“Mine,” he said again like I hadn’t heard him all the other times.
This time I pushed back.
“I am no one’s,” I gritted out through clenched teeth. I made sure to say each word really slowly so he would hear them.
His low, deep chuckle irritated me even more.
His fingers gripped my hair. The movement was so quick that I didn’t even realize what was happening until he was done. My body and arms moved as if they were obeying without my permission. And when he was done, my torn dress and bra had somehow become my bondage. My hands were bound above my head and as I gripped the wad of fabric between my hands, I knew this was messier than a ball of unraveled thread.
“Iron,” I warned but by the twinkle in his eyes, he wasn’t done yet.
He smoothly slid his belt from the loops. My shoulders jerked as he continued to hold me down further. The buckle hit the wall behind the bed and a few seconds after that, I knew he’d fastened the fabric of evil tying me up to the frame of the bed. I had enough slack that I could still move if I wanted to but maybe that was his point.
I was stuck watching him step away from me with a lazy smile on his face. It wasn’t quite a smirk, but it wasn’t a full blown happy smile either.
He shed his boots and socks. Then his pants and boxers. Lastly, his leather and shirt, placing the former on the dresser next to the door.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded as he crawled up my body. My legs fell open even more for him like I was telling him without meaning to. “Speak, Pet.”
His hardness slid back and forth between my wet folds and my head pushed back into the mattress as a long moan escaped me.
“I need you inside of me. I need you to fill me up with that big cock. I can’t wait any longer, Mr. President,” I told him. I had been trying to throw my shields up but I had a feeling it wasn’t working.
