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“Do you trust me?” John tilted his head to the side, eyes not on her. Focused instead on the knife he held in a death grip. His knuckles were turning white, teeth clenched and body shaking ever so slightly as his resolve was beginning to loosen up. He loved the control, enjoyed that she was tied up and at his mercy. That she could do nothing but stare up at his bare chest, tattoos looking bright against his skin.
Rook squirmed, the room was cool, making her nipples perky. He was seated on her hips, pressing down on her uncovered cunt.
The knife shifted to her neck, right under her chin, threatening to slice her open and watch her bleed out like a stuck pig. He’s never done anything to hurt her, never would. Though this was the first time he brought in a knife after he teased her so relentlessly. The first time he even showed an interest in such rituals.
He was right to ask those kind of questions, maybe he saw the way she looked at him with traces of fear from all those months ago when her goal was to kill him. So right now, she wasn’t too sure the answer was one he wanted.
“I said,” blade drawing blood on her upper arm, a thin slice that wouldn’t scar. “Do you trust me?”
Another cut on the opposing arm. John leaned down to lick up the droplets before it could stain his sheets. The sleek blade, curved slightly, went dangerously close to her nipple. Like he was about to cut an apple and not a part of her body clean off. He used his thumb as a brace, teasing, rubbing the side of it and watching her reaction. Smiling as her eyes grew wide in horror for what he could do.
Ultimately he pulled away, placing a kiss over the tight bud. Nipping at it and putting teeth marks on her nipple in lieu of the cut a blade could make.
The knife point hovered over her eye, close to cutting it open and watching it pop like a grape. “Do you trust me now?”
“John..” her hips bucked up, brushing against the hardness in his jeans. A taste of what he was bringing to the table. What she could have if she just said….
“Yes.”
With that word he drew a line down her face, across her cheek bone. He didn’t hesitate to lick that up too. Pressing his tongue against it roughly to make her hiss in pain.
“That’s it darling, that’s all I wanted.”
Her eyes rolled to where he was placing the knife on the bedside table, hand moving to grab his belt buckle. “Show me you can trust me some more.”