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“Strip,” Zane told Ava and Ava mas more than happy to oblige. The soft knotted sweater she had on was the first thing she took off, pulling over her head to reveal her pink bra. It was made up by a broad lace band spanning over the breast and connecting to the under wires that went under her breasts. The design allowed skin to be visible from both the top and the bottom of her breasts. Ava heard a hum of approval from Zane. “Don’t stop,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir,” she told him and turned her back to him as she unbuttoned the jeans and bent over to drag them down her legs. She was giving him the perfect view of her ass in the pink thong with a small frill around the waist. 

“Fuck,” Zane growled behind her, she looked back and saw him stripping out of his clothes at a speed that made the suit and shirt go flying everywhere. 

“Should I continue, sir?” she asked. 

“Fuck no, angel,” he told her and walked up to her. He vas naked and fully recovered from Avas blowjob. He still took Ava’s breath away. She knew his tattoos by heart by seeing them always did things to her body. Watching his muscles play under the tattooed skin was like an aphrodisiac to her. “Hands behind your back,” he said. She didn’t hesitate but put her hands behind her, crossing the wrists. “Good girl,” he told her. He placed his fingertips on one of hr shoulders and dragged them over her clavicle bone and up the next as he moved to stand behind her. “What is your safe word?” he whispered into her ear as she felt something smooth glide over her wrists. Was that his tie?

“Three, sir,” she told him. 

“Good girl, and what word to you use if you need to pause?” he whispered into her other ear as she felt the first knot come into place, keeping her hands tied together. 

“Two, sir.” 

“That’s right, very good angel,” he praised her and kissed her shoulder. “I want them to use them whenever you need. If you’re even slightly uncomfortable. I love our playtime, but it’s not wort risking your or our baby’s health. Do you understand?” he asked. 

“I understand, sir,” she told him. She felt his smile against her naked skin. 

“Good girl. Walk backward until I say stop.” Ava trusted him to keep her safe and started moving backward, knowing she was close to the bed. “Stop there,” he said, and she stopped. He took a hold of her neck and guided her the last part until she felt her arms, hands and back of her head connect to the tall bedpost. “Stay.” Zane’s dark voice gave the command and Ava didn’t move. Her body was on fire. It was one of the things she loved about their playtime. It was one long foreplay, even though it sometimes frustrated her and took her to the brink of insanity when Zane would drag it out. She always got primed for the most amazing orgasms. It didn’t take Zane long to return. She felt him tie her hands to the bedpost and his lips skimmed her shoulder. “Why are you bing punished, Angel?” he asked as he slowly moved around to stand in front of her. Ava swallowed. 

“For being disobedience, sir,” she told him. He hummed. 

“Couldn’t keep from teasing, could you?”

“No, sir.”

“I love when I get to punish you gor being a naughty angel,” he told her. He raised his right hand and Ava saw there was something in it. He flicked his wrist, and the switchblade extended and made Ava flinch. She wasn’t afraid, was just the unexpected that made her move. Zane’s heated eyes watched her for a moment, giving her time to use a safe word. When she didn’t give him one, he smirked and stalked closer. The pointed blade in his right hand came to rest at the base of her throat, and she swallowed. She felt the cold steel on her skin as Zane dragged the blade lower, following the base of her neck to the centre and then let it drag downward. Ava trusted him, but the feeling of the flat side of the blade dragging across her skin had her adrenaline spike. Zane was quiet, his eyes following the blade’s path as if he wasn’t controlling it. Ava looked at him and was satisfied with feeling the blade. She didn’t need to see it. It stopped when it reached her bra. “This is a fucking amazing thing,” Zang told her as the blade followed the edge of the bra over her left breast. The feeling had Ava squirming, rubbed her thighs together. “Oh, no angel. Stand still,” Zane growled. “I’m the only one that is allowed to make you cum. Stand up and spread your legs.” 

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered and obeyed him. It took away the small relief from her. 

“I will buy you new ones,” he then mumbled as to continuing his first train of thought. He slid the blade between the lace band covering her breast and her skin. He pulled the lace away from her body with it and at the same time he twisted the knife, making the edge meet the fabric. There was an almost silent tearing of fabric as the blade sliced through the lace. The band of lace finally floated to hang down the right side of Ava, exposing her breasts. Zane didn’t wait. He bent his head down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. Ava moaned and tried to press her breast into him. He switched breast and tortured her other nipple. Then took a step back and left her trembling and panting. Zane smiled at her, but it wasn’t the warm smile he usually gave her. This was his bedroom smile. It was closer to the cold business smile he used, but his eyes were burning hot. The blade dragged along the sensitive skin of Avas breast and circled her nipple. There were still traces of wetness on it and it heightened the sensation of the blade. 

“Zane,” she breathed. 

“Starting to get needy?” he asked.

“Yes. Please, Zane, I need to cum,” she begged. 

“Oh, angel. You beg so beautifully. But it wouldn’t be a punishment if I gave into you the first time you begged me, would it?”

“No, sir,” she admitted. He bent forward, kissing her with a soul deep, scorching hot kiss. It dod nothing to sate the flames licking her insides. When he backed off, the blade continued its path to in between her breasts. The under wires of her bra were held together with a thin mesh. Zane changed the angle of the blade, making the pointed top rest on her skin. He paused and took his eyes off the knife and found hers. 

“Give me a number,” he told her. He was checking in with her and it made the sexual heat in her mix with the warmth of love. 

“One.” She didn’t have to think about it. She trusted him. He grinned and his eyes went back to the blade. it skimmed over her skin, leaving a scratching feeling behind, but not braking her skin. When he dragged it over the thin mesh, she felt him put a little more pressure to it and her bra came a part completely. Ava didn’t know why, but it turned her on. The blade continued down her body. Zane had again angled it so it lay flat against her skin. He circled her navel with it and then continued down. Ava got up on her toes. She didn’t know why, she just needed it to go lower. She knew ones her panties were gone, the real fun part would begin. Zane stilled the blade. 

“Relax,” he told her. She bit her lip and shifted her weight back down on her feet. “Good girl. We don’t want you to overexert yourself, or get a cramp,” he told her. Once she was back to stand sturdy on her feet, the blade continued its path. When it hit the edge of her panties, it stopped. “I fu king love these,” he huffed. It made Ava smile as she always bought her underwear with him in mind. She was expecting him to drag the blade to each side and cut her out of her panties. Instead, the blade continued straight down until she felt it above her clit. “I need you to hold completely still, angel. The blade is sharp. Do you understand?” he said in a low, deep voice. 

“Yes, sir.” There was a slight wobble to her answer. It wasn’t from fear, but from how turned on she was. Zane put a little more pressure on the blade, right above her clit. The thin, pink, lace was the only protection between her body and the knife and Ava was doing everything she could to keep from grinding down on the small amount of pressure it gave her. She needed more, her body begged her for more. “Please Zane, please sir,” she begged. 

“Fuck, angel, the noises you make could make me shoot my load all over you without touching myself,” he told her. The pressure of the knife moved from her clit and Ava couldn’t help the whining noise that escaped her. “So needy, so close,” he murmured as he moved the knife to the side of the panties. Hooking the point under the edge of the lace, he again pulled it away from her skin and angled the blade to let the edge slice through the middle seam. When Ava felt her panties turn crotchless, everything happened in an instant. Zane’s hand with the knife shot up above her head and she felt the bedpost vibrate as he stabbed the knife into it. She looked up to see the knife stuck into the bedpost a few feet over her head. The next thing she knew, Zane was lifting her leg up and stepping up to her. He angled himself and drove his cock into her in one fluid motion. The sudden intrusion gave her a small orgasm, and she heard Zane curse as he roughly moved against her. When Ava go the focus back, she wrapped both her legs around Zane’s waist and grabbed the bedpost with her tied hands to steady herself. Zane was fucking her hard, his one hand gripping her ass, the other letting go of her leg and closing around her neck. He angled her head upward and kissed her. Ava tried her best to move against him at the same pase, but she mostly just hang on for the ride. “Your cunt is like heaven, angel. Always dripping wet and welcoming my cock,” Zane growled. 

“Zane,” was all she could say. 

“Cum for me again. Let me feel you fall apart around my cock,” he commanded and tightened his grip around her neck slightly. Ava’s body reacted to the command, and she came undone in a massive orgasm. His name was wretched from her throat and she heard him calling her name as his movement became more erratic as he came. It took a moment for them to calm down to the point where their brains had started working. Zane kissed her. The tenderness was back. He rubbed Avas legs and gently tugged on them to make her let go of the grip around his waist. “Are you okay?” he asked as he helped her stand. 

“I’m fantastic,” she told him. He reached up and pulled the knife from the bedpost and reached around her and cut her loose. Ava rested her forehead on his shoulder. 

“Your tie,” she objected. Zane chuckled.

“I sliced your underwear. It seems fair that I sacrifice two of my ties,” he told her, and kissed her head. She hummed. His maths sounded logic. He retracted the blade and tossed it on to the dresser and lifted Ava in his arms. He took them to the bathroom, and they showered quickly and he made sure she drank plenty of water before taking her to bed. Ava found the perfect spot on his chest to rest her head and felt Zane’s arms loch her into him. They mumbled sweet nothings to each other before drifting off to sleep.