His trepidation had soon turned into sadistic glee as he watched her reaction to the feel of the blade smoothly sliding across her skin, the way lightly tracing patterns with the point of the knife raised gooseflesh on her.
Also not something they tended to do at the club or crowded parties, his professional safety concerns keeping it limited to at-home or small, private parties, where he didn’t have to worry about someone bumping into him while he was doing it.
Limited to times like tonight, where, after he secured her to the bench with rope and then inserted a vibrating egg into her, he showed her the knife.
He didn’t blindfold or gag her, wanting to look into her eyes and hear every sound she made.
When he held up the knife she let out a soft moan that had nothing to do with the vibrating egg inside her pussy.
He brought the blade close to her lips. “Kiss it, baby girl. Show it respect.”
She did, licking her lips as she looked up at him.
Already his cock throbbed. Play sessions at home or a private party always ended in sex for them. They built up a head of passionate steam during a scene.
“Hold very, very still.” He grinned and thumbed the remote control for the egg. It sped up, now slightly audible despite its location.
Moaning, Laura dropped her head back to the bench and squirmed a little despite herself. But when she felt the cool steel of the blade against her flesh, she fell completely still.
He knew she could be experiencing a wave of orgasms and still she’d force her body to remain completely motionless for knife play.
It also meant she’d practically tackle him in bed later if he didn’t wear her out. Not that he minded in the least. It was one of the things he loved about her, that she didn’t mind being aggressive with him when the mood struck her.
With his left hand he fisted her hair, ensuring she held absolutely still. With his right he slowly began tracing shapes across her back, down her spine, the tip of the blade not cutting but leaving faint red lines in its wake. He took his time, refusing to rush, stepping back when he finished to admire his work.
The words PROPERTY OF ROB could be clearly read in the temporary welts he’d left with the knife tip. Grinning, he snapped several pictures, walking around to show her.
Despite her glazed, subspacey expression, she finally managed to focus long enough to smile. “Yes, I am,” she softly said.
He thumbed the egg’s remote control again, bumping it higher. “You certainly are.” While she rocked her hips against the bench, he picked up a cane. “Going straight to the hard stuff tonight,” he warned. “Early morning tomorrow, and I want to fuck your brains out.”
He started off with light strokes, to get her used to it before he increased the force. As pink welts began rising in the flesh of her ass and thighs, he felt his cock throb even more.
His. She belonged to him, and he’d be damned if he’d do anything to fuck it up. She was perfect for him, the love of his life.
Her fingers curled around the edges of the spanking bench. Tears trickled down her cheeks but she didn’t safeword, didn’t beg for mercy.
In fact, she arched her back to meet each stroke.
He couldn’t stand it any longer. With marks crisscrossing her flesh, he put the cane down and untied her. Before she could reach for his zipper, he grabbed her by the hair and led her over to the couch. There, he put her on her hands and knees.
“Stay.”
She froze.
He grinned, knowing she’d stay like that as long as he told her to. That didn’t stop her from letting out a little noise when he fished the vibrating egg out of her pussy and shut it off.
“Don’t worry. You won’t be empty for long.”
He quickly stripped and knelt between her legs. Lining up his cock with her cunt, he grabbed her hips. Then he sank his cock hard and deep inside her. “Come fast, baby. I won’t last long.”
Neither did she. Her fists clenched, her body meeting every hard and fast stroke when her first climax broke loose. He knew the feel of his thighs slapping against her stinging ass only served to make her orgasm that much harder.
She was happiest and came hardest when her orgasms were mixed with pain. He gave up counting at three and quit holding back. His release built, a tsunami of energy and need rapidly building inside him until the world shrank and focused on the feel of his cock fucking her cunt.
The explosion as his balls emptied his cum into her nearly took his breath away. He finished up by giving her several hard bare-handed slaps to her ass, across the cane marks. That pulled one last climax from her.
Winded, they collapsed onto the couch together.
His eyes snapped open at the sound of her voice. “Rob? It’s almost midnight.”
He looked around, disoriented, and realized where he was at. Not cuddled up with her on their couch.
In the hospital room.
She stared up at him. “I’m sorry,” she softly said. “I shouldn’t have let you sleep so long, but you looked so peaceful I didn’t have the heart to wake you.”
He sat up carefully, not wanting to hurt her. “It’s okay, sweetie.”
He also hoped she couldn’t feel the erection pressing against the front of his pants. The dream had been a blissful diversion, a short trip into the past.
“You’re not mad at me, are you?”
Shocked, he stared down at her. “No. Why would I be mad?”
“For letting you sleep.”
He pulled her close, burying his face in her hair. “Sweetheart, I love you. I’ll never get mad at you for having a chance to sleep next to you.”
Chapter Ten
Saturday morning, Laura got the distinct impression that she must have been an early riser. This time she beat sunrise by about ten minutes.
As she started to get out of bed, a stray thought popped into her mind from out of nowhere.
That’s why Sunday morning dives are always so freaking painful.
She froze, struggling to pull more from the recesses of her brain.
It was an absolutely true statement. The very depths of her soul told her it was.
Unfortunately, she had no idea what the hell it meant.
After a few minutes, when she realized no more was forthcoming, she let out a disappointed sigh before she continued her journey out of bed and to the bathroom.
Last night, watching Rob sleep, she felt relief that the pain she’d read on his face seemed to vanish. He almost looked happy, at peace.
She hadn’t had the heart to wake him up, wanting to just lay there and stare at him. To have him to herself for a few minutes.
To see him free of the emotional pain this whole situation was obviously causing him.
After using the toilet and getting undressed so she could take a shower, she studied herself in the mirror. As it had so many times before, her hand went to her throat. It still felt like something important was missing, and not just a necklace, or a view of skin unblemished by bruises and stitches.
How could I be so attached to a necklace? But maybe she had been. Maybe it was very sentimental to her because Rob gave it to her.
Closing her eyes, she realized she had no trouble visualizing his face, hearing his voice in her mind. He had to work today but would stop by later that evening for an extended break, courtesy of his captain. Shayla was coming in that morning to stay with her, and Rob had arranged for Carol to stop by that evening until Rob arrived.
She felt a little nervous about Carol’s visit. Despite knowing her relationship with Carol went back decades, she felt closer to Shayla, and not just because Shayla had spent more time with her at the hospital.