Page 65 of My Turn
When the tip was barely inside of her mouth, I pushed the blade in again. She made a sound of dissent, but I ignored her. Right now, she knew better than to try anything.
“Would you rather this be my cock?”
Her lips trembled and her eyes traveled to the ceiling. After a moment, she moved her hands inward. She got the button on my jeans undone before she met my eyes.
“Open.”
When she did, I removed the knife from her mouth. She took a gasping breath, letting the sobs take over now that the danger was gone.
“Just get it over with,” she muttered.
Instead of that dumb idea, I scooted backward and used my fingers to part her labia. The tattoo wasn’t inflamed like it was after I put it there, so it was easier to make out the letters that created an arch from the left, above her clit, and to the right.
“Have you looked at it?” I asked.
“Never.”
With a chuckle, I touched her clit with the metal. She jolted and her breaths picked up again.
“Please stop hurting me.”
“Have I hurt you? You look okay to me.”
“You tattooed my clit!”
“And it looks so lovely,” I said, giving it a little tap with the flat of the blade. “If anyone ever dares to touch you, they’ll know you already belong to someone else.”
“You…” She set her jaw and glared at the wall, then returned her gaze to me. “Is it your name?”
I smiled, even though she couldn’t see it. Using the knife, I strummed against her clit. It was a single bevel knife, which gave me a perfect way to use it without hurting her. I wasn’t sure why she’d chosen one like this. Maybe to slice off my cock.
When I swiped my thumb over her, she slammed her hands into the mattress.
“Please, it hurts,” she cried.
“I know it does. So, a choice. I can hurt you like this until you cum- because you will cum, regardless of what you think. Or I can fuck you. Same result, but it might not hurt as much.”
“You don’t get to fuck me,” she growled.
I applied firm pressure, making her let out a strangled cry. She squirmed as I continued, caught between warring sensations.
“Why didn’t you go to the police again?” I asked, continuing my movements.
“Scared,” she rasped, then pursed her lips to smother a moan.
“But not of what I’ll continue doing to you.”
“You can hurt me. Not them.”
“How noble. I saw you looking for me tonight.”
Her eyes snapped to mine. “When there’s a monster on the loose, you keep watch.”
“Haven’t we established that monsters turn you on?”
I leaned down off the side of the bed to reach into my backpack. When I pulled out a black blindfold, she shook her head.
“I told you to stop telling me no.”