CHAPTER 8: THE GREEN RIBBON (3)

THEMES: Break- in fantasy, Truth or Dare Confession, Obsessed stalker, Masked Identity, Consensual Non Consent.

KINKS: Knife play, light BDSM, Choking/Breath play, Bondage/Restraint, Spanking, Sex toys, Orgasm denial, Dirty Talk, Praise kink, Voyeuristic tension, Temperature play.

Instantly I comply, parting my thighs and spreading my legs.

"Wider."

I push my thighs apart some more.

"Wider," he growls.

Just how wide does he think I can spread my legs with my hands tied up behind me?

... Plus my blindfold isn't letting me see anything.

Scraping my bottom lip with my teeth a bit lightly, I try again and kick my legs further apart from each other, and this time he growls in approval.

Thank Goodn---- FUCKKK!!!

I whimper, moving to close my legs together but he growls at me.

"Don't you dare."

I shudder, trying my best not to squirm as he continues what got me panicking in just seconds ago.

He drags the tip and sides of the knife down to the folds of my pussy.

... Moving it down...

"Wait," I mewl, but he doesn't stop.

"You can always use your safeword you know," he tells me and I'm about to open my mouth to use it, but then he stops me with his words;

"... But if you do, you'll never know what pleasure a knife can give."

Then he pauses in his movement, however leaving the knife, right there between my pussy folds.

"Knife play is much more than holding a knife to your throat while I fuck you."

At that I whimper loudly.

Up until now he hadn't used a curse word, but he just did.

I'm not sure if that's a good thing or a bad thing, all that's on my mind now is focusing on breathing through my mouth and trying my very best not to clamp down on the knife in between my folds 'accidentally'.

He doesn't pull the knife out, but his hands touches the outer spot of my thighs, rubbing soothing circles over it.

"Breath through your nose, not your mouth," he tells me, and I... do as he says.

"Breathe in."

I suck in a breath.

"Breathe out."

I exhale.

Then his hand on my thigh pauses in its movement... for several seconds.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yes," I reply, because that's the truth.

If I hadn't trusted him, I won't have agreed to put on the blindfold; I would have used my safeword then.

It's odd, yes, especially since he's a stranger to me, but I just feel 'safe'.

His thumb traces the inside of my thigh as if he's pleased with my answer, then he says;

"Relax for me."

On saying that, he pulls the knife away from my folds, spreads my pussy lips with his fingers and presses the knife's surface onto my clit.

"Mother fucker!!!"

I yell, as the blinding cold surface of the knife touches my clit, sending jolts to my brain.

My legs slam close, or at least that's what I try to do, but his knees stop my legs from closing even a bit.

... And I can't even clench my pussy muscles to get some relief because he's holding my pussy lips apart with his fingers.

Fuck! What's----- wha----- What's----- what did he put on that knife?

"Did you just swear at me?" He asks, and I mewl, not answering him and instead try shifting my hips but his hands don't let me.

Instead he begins moving the cold surface of the knife over my clit, stroking it softly and sending confusing waves of pain and something else up my brain and body.

"I asked you a question sweet thing. Did you just swear at me?"

"Yes! What did you put-----?"

"Just something. Do you want me to take it out?"

"Yes!!" I almost cry.

That thing is sooo cold.

"Okay."

Then he pulls it out, earning a sigh from my lips.

... A sounds that's soon replaced by silence and a jolt when he places something...

... Warm.

My lips take on an O shape as he moves the now warm knife, stroking my clit with it in slow, careful strokes.

He keeps doing that for some seconds, my breathing getting heavier with each stroke.

It feels goood, better than when the knife was cold, and everytime he turns the knife to the edge, using it to pinch my clit gently, it sends shock waves of pleasure through my body.

"Erm, haaa, aash, haaa," I try to speak, tugging on the tie that's holding my hands up.

"Please," I beg, but he doesn't listen to me instead he withdraws the knife and two seconds later places the cold part on my clit.

I jerk, tugging harshly on the tie, "FfffUCK!"

Then he withdraws the knife again and replaces the cold part with the warm part, massaging my clit with it, this time faster and pressed more firmly than before.

"Goodddd," I moan, tossing my head back into the bedsheets.

"Oh pleassseee."

By now my thighs are shaking and quivering, my lower belly is so warm and I'm literally drowning in my own drool.

This feeling is euphoric, but it's torture, I can't... I can't get there, I need friction.

"Please," I try again.

Somehow my brain just won't cooperate with my tongue to get the words I want to say out.

"You want to cum?" He asks, and I arch my back, my shoulders shivering from the rough deepness of his modulated voice.

"I won't do anything until you've told me what you want."

That has me panicking, "Yes, yesss."

"Yes what?"

Oh God.

"Yes I want to cum," I manage to rasp.

He's silent for some seconds, still busy stimulating me, then-----

"I'll let you come."

I sigh in relief, spreading my legs wider than I had thought was possible before, and preparing myself to accept his cock.

However he then says, "Don't worry with spreading your legs further, you're going to come this way."

I almost scream in panic.

No! Fuck no, how am I going to come with a knife?!!