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“You spent a lot of time and money just to kill me on day one,” she says. It sounds like bargaining, but there’s something in her voice that makes me wonder if she’s trying to decide if dying now would be better for her than spending a lifetime with me.
Now I’m the one with the offended righteous anger. Really? She’d rather die than be with me? I’m sorry, but her body tells a far different story, and I will make her acknowledge it.
“I didn’t start this altercation,” I say.
I wait for her to calm down, then I sheathe the blade so I don’t cut myself and flip it so I can use the handle.
“I want you to grab the headboard bars and do not let go until I allow it.”
She’s realizing now what I’m planning to do with the knife she so rudely woke me up with. “Aidan, I… please.”
She’s suddenly afraid of much bigger things than death.
“You just woke me up with a knife to my throat, so I’m a little grumpy right now. We could have slept all night without any of this drama. You’re getting off so much easier than anyone else foolish enough to try something like this with me. You might want to work on winning some of my favor. Now, put your hands where I told you to.”
It takes another few moments of hesitation, but I wait. I don’t say another word or make another move. She knows she’s not going anywhere until she obeys my command. I wait and let that realization settle. Finally, she grips the bars.
I slide down her body and press the handle of the blade over her panties. The handle is ribbed with designs carved deeply enough that the remaining polished ivory can be felt distinctly against sensitive flesh.
“Spread your legs wider.”
“Aidan… please.”
“Please what? I’m not going inside. I’m not taking you tonight, so relax. I must be insane, but I’ve clearly decided to reward you for your bad behavior.”
I can tell she wants to argue. She has something sarcastic and biting all lined up and ready to unload on me, but instead, she spreads her legs like a good girl because we both know how hungry she is.
I glide the ridged handle slowly back and forth over her pussy, leaving the thin barrier of her panties in place. It’s the lightest skimming touch, just enough so that she can feel the ridges and curves rub against her most sensitive flesh. I know she can’t come this way at this pace, but I can get her to where I want her.
Her hips arch up to meet the knife handle. She’s not getting anything else until she begs for it.
Finally when she can’t take it anymore, she says, “Aidan, please…” followed by a soft whimper.
“Please what? You were a very bad girl, I should tie you up and let you squirm for the rest of the night with no relief. I know how much you need to come now.”
She’s a mix of fury, arousal, and fear, and I’m not sure which one will win. She clenches her thighs together, to stop me.
I arch a brow. “Please, what? You know it’s gone too far now, Maddie. You know you need it. I can tease you like this all night and never give you enough pressure or speed to give you release. It’s the punishment we both know you deserve.”
She’s biting her lip, trying not to say anything because no matter how much she may hate and fear me, no matter how much she may resent me for forcing her into this marriage and into my bed, her immediate carnal needs are about to outweigh all that. They might have already won.
Her legs finally splay open.
I drag the knife handle back and forth. Slowly. Lightly.
“I can do this all night, Maddie. Beg. Me. Beg me to make you come.”
“Please…”
“Please what? Please could mean anything. Please let me go. Please stop. Please buy me a pony. Please, what, Maddie?”
“Please…” Then she whispers the last part so quickly I almost miss it.
I pull the knife away. “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear that.”
“Please, make me come.”
Even in the darkness I can tell her face is flaming with embarrassment at having been made to say these words to me… her tormenter, her jailer, her stalker. Her husband.