You feel yourself get wet. You become weak against the cuffs and wince from the gorgeous feeling of being cut. She examines the blade with satisfaction. You see her light brown eyes in its silver reflection. Drops of your blood are on the pointed tip. She grabs you by the hair. She kisses you and while she has your tongue in her mouth, she places the sharp point of the dagger on your thigh.
One long scratch of a line traces over your pants from your knee to your inner thigh as she continues to kiss you hard. She sucks on your tongue and sighs. Then, she presses herself forward, pinning the handle of the dagger on your crotch. She bites your lip, yanking and moving her head back. She looks down at the space between the two of you and then she makes another cut on your stomach, diagonally across the previous one.
“X’ marks the spot.”
You can’t speak, so you moan. The blade dances lower as she twirls it on your stomach.
Your blood smears pink. A gorgeous phenomenon that makes you numb. She unbuttons your pants. The pointed edge carves around your wet pussy. You nearly jump as the dagger’s sharpness hits your skin again.
