Chapter 185: Knife Play
Chapter 185: Knife Play
Camilla
I was well aware that my frantic movement repeatedly caused me to run against his erection at my back and that only encouraged me to continue my struggle even once he gathered both of my wrists into one hand and pinned them between us. The action meant I would gain back mobility of my head but he made sure to keep well out of my reach now that he had been hit once.
I cried out angrily as I felt the warmth of his mouth meet the sensitive point of my neck, frustrated he has overpowered me so easily and he knew it too.
"Hmmm," he smiled against my throat, his tongue darting out before sucking and grazing his teeth against the skin.
I didn't want the fight to be over yet, and I most certainly didn't want him to know something so simple affected me this much. His smugness genuinely spurred me on as I tried to kick at his side, only to be met with his knees preventing me from even lifting the backs of my legs.
"Get off," I demanded even though I knew every second of my struggle was slowly draining my already fading remaining strength.
"I plan to," he allowed more of his weight to bear down on me, forcing me to feel every part of him that was connected to my body.
While his words caused me to flush against my wishes, I couldn't ignore the hard muscles of his front defined against my back, the unmistakable length of him pressing against my ass. He made sure I knew who was controlling me and I let out a mixed, struggle sound when his hips rolled forward and used my slack and breathless body for his pleasure.
"Are you going to be a good girl and let me take your clothes off?" His low voice groaned in my ear and as planned, I continued this game of resistance by squirming beneath him.
"Screw you," I snapped, my words leading to the tightening grip of the hand around my wrists before I felt his weight ease up a noticeable amount.
I was still being held down but now he had a lot more access to me, his roaming fingertips taking clear advantage of this position. For a moment, that was all he did. The shuffling of clothing met my ears in time with the uneven beat of my heart and that moment, however, was highly short-lived. Suddenly, I felt something tear at my clothes, slicing through the material effortlessly and cleanly.
"I guess it is going to have to be the hard way then." He said, threatening but I knew this was exactly what he wanted.
One second, I was shivering at the sudden rush of air I was exposed to and the next l was being picked up and tossed over his shoulder like I was nothing. I screamed when he slapped my ass perched right over his shoulder hard enough to have my fists pounding against his back in protest. Just as I went to slap him in return, all of the breath was whooshed from my lungs as I was tossed down onto the large familiar bed. The only difference now was that black rope was tied to all four corners of the bedpost, the intent behind them no doubt to restrain me.
Despite my attempts to roll off the bed and run, he ended up straddling me with his knees resting on either side of my waist, my arms being pulled forcefully above my head. Although I shouldn't be surprised, I couldn't believe how easily he suppressed every action I delivered at full effort. It was like I was nothing more than a doll for him to manipulate and with my first wrist skillfully tied up, my testing tug proved me entirely restricted.
"Colour?" He asked as he peers down at me, holding onto my second hand but not moving as he waited for my response.
My struggle slowed just enough that I was able to meet the darkness swirling in his eyes but I also saw the affection of my boyfriend rubbing his thumb against my wrist to monitor my reactions.
"Green," I blinked and he was moving again, though the check in showed he was more than in control of himself. He smirks in control of me.
It took nothing more than a mere second before both of my hands were tied apart to the headboard. Whatever knots he had holding, held tight without hurting me in any way. He didn't bother to hide his amusement when my arms tried to tug at the bindings, my chest rising and falling with only my underwear left to cover me.
"Are you going to behave or do I need to tie your legs down too?" He asked with the challenging cock of his head, no words able to pass my lips.
Instead, I took advantage of the slight space between us as I brought my leg up, kicking out until I met his chest or I tried to. He moved insanely fast as he fingers wrapped around me, placing my foot to rest against his shoulder as his head dipped down. My eyes never left his as a surprisingly gentle kiss was placed on my ankle, a second passing before his teeth grazed against the bone.
He held me still at a place I never expected to be sensitive and was teased, shocks spreading throughout my entire body from a single touch.
"So responsive." A quiet murmur was spoken as I squirmed, my leg being placed back onto the bed before rope was promptly tied around there too.
I couldn't even fight now if I wanted to and he knew that as his guard lowered and he raised himself off me. Truthfully, I didn't really know what to do now that I quite literally couldn't resist him but I already knew somewhat of what was coming next and it had my heart thrumming nervously in my chest. The glint of the knife from earlier had my pulse spiking as he drew it from his pocket, resisting the blade across my stomach as his hands shifted to pull off the shit he was wearing.
I felt as though all of the breath inside of me left again at the sight of the tattoos and muscles, wanting to press myself up but not being able to. That in itself was frustrating, although the frustration didn't last long when he slowly leaned forward, dark strands of his hair falling across his forehead and partially over his scar.
For a moment, I almost thought he was going to kiss me but then he did quite the opposite. Failing to notice he had retrieved the knife between us, I only realized he had moved when I felt my breasts being freed from the containment of my bra. The center of it now opens from a cut down the middle. Unsuccessfully yanking at the black rope in response, he sliced both straps around my shoulders as well before tossing the ruined material to the floor.
Even if he tried to play mean, I knew he was happy right now and a small trace of the smile on his face he couldn't hide. It felt like forever since I last had his hands on my body and when his head dipped down to take my nipple into his mouth, I cried out his name wishing I could thread my fingers through his soft hair. Keeping his eyes in me, he watched as I writhed beneath him in desperation and pleasuring right before he pulled back, smirking at my whimper.
"You are doing so well," he encouraged as he stopped touching me entirely, moving off the bed and leaving me tied up at his mercy.
"But you do look quite pretty like this." He added.
Moving the only part of me I still could, my neck craned to see the mini fridge door across from me being opened, his back only straightening after he had retrieved what was now in his hand.
The object was something we had discussed for a long time before the events that led to now but that didn't stop my heart from racing at the sight of the new knife being alternated between his fingers.
Knife play was something I have always been interested in but my past has always stopped me from exploring it. When he first mentioned the idea, I was hesitant but my trust in him made me feel a lot more comfortable especially because he took the time to fully talk about it with me. The blade between his fingertips was so intentionally dull, not even simple squirming on my part would cause blood to be drawn. That was a hard limit of mine we had discussed, but I was okay with the light scratches and marks painting his path down my body.
The intention of the cold temperature of the fridge was to freeze the knife to the point the steel's coolness could mimic the sensation of actual pain. It was the perfect compromise that would allow me to experience exactly what I want while keeping me in the right headspace in the process.
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