~ erotica ~
“So, you like fear play.”
His hand held my hair, pulling my head back towards him. His lips grazed my ear. I felt the heat of his breath as he spoke. One of my hands had found his leg; the other, fingers splayed open, hung at my side. He held his knife against my cheek.
“And blades too, right?”
It was sharp. I could feel it.
My one word sounded soft, was spoken with the knowledge of how things might play out in the next moments.
“There are so many things I love about knives.”
I felt his lips part against my ear. Felt the smile as it grew across his face whilst he spoke to me.
“First off, the look is quite menacing.”
He lifted his knife from my cheek, held it in front of my gaze.
“You see something like this in someone’s hand, you know you’d better keep your shit together. But beyond the instant fear, one has to also appreciate the beauty of good steel. The shine and care of a knife is a litmus test for the barer of the blade. And then there is the skill involved.”
He brought his knife back towards my face. Touched the tip to my cheek. Danced the blade across delicate skin.
“The ability to inflict fear, and pain, with something so small in relative terms. And the trust. Trust in my knowledge of how to wield my steel. And trust that I won’t harm you. Do you trust me?”
My skin was on fire, the almost imperceptible graze of his steel drawing visceral lines across my face. My heart pounded in my chest. I kept my body still, kept my breath measured. I would not allow myself to lie.
“Yes, I trust you.”
The tip of his knife stopped at my right temple. Pressed in. He held his blade perpendicular to the ground. Kept pushing, pressure growing against my skin. Pain came, a slow build up as the nerves on the side of my face started with a squeak and grew to a scream.
Then, I felt it. The slight release as just the tip of the blade pierced my flesh. His pressure eased. A lonely drop of blood formed, then trailed down my skin, stopping just above my chin.
The wetness of his tongue made me gasp. He licked up the trail my blood had formed. Licked up til his tongue met his knife, then transferred to his steel, lapping up my blood from his blade before he put his knife away.