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Rachel

I was still lying in bed, still in nothing but my leather jacket and thong, waiting for Dante to finally arrive, when my phone pinged with a message.

If you want me to stop, knock on the desk.

I frowned at my phone, rereading the message a few times, trying to understand what the fuck he was on about now, when my door was kicked open, and Dante came in wearing his skull balaclava.

I instantly sat up, giving him my full attention as he kicked the door shut behind him. With his eyes on mine, he undid his belt and pulled it through the holes, the leather snapping in the air.

He held it between both hands, slowly approaching me. I swallowed heavily, just before he wrapped the belt around my neck and tightened it to the point where swallowing became painful.

He pulled me to my knees, nodding his approval when he noticed I was still more or less naked beneath the leather jacket, and then grabbed my wrists. Pulling a chain out of his pocket, he secured both wrists together before laying me flat on the bed and tying them to the bedpost.

He still didn’t say a word, but he pulled gently on my arms, indicating he wanted me to do the same to test the strength of the knotted chain. I did as I was told, and he nodded once more, noticing it didn’t have much give.

Next, he pulled a knife and a blindfold from his pocket. He placed the knife on my stomach and wrapped the blindfold over my head. Like the obedient little bitch I was, I raised my head slightly so he could wrap it around the back of my head. And then I waited.

I sucked in a breath as he picked the knife up and then ran the blade over my stomach in small scratches. He flipped it and then used the handle to push open my leather jacket.

He tutted at me, and the knife went back down my stomach, the blade slapping against my pussy. “Didn’t I tell you to stay exactly as you were?” He said, his voice muffled from the Balaklava.

I suppressed a grin, not wanting to ruin the moment with any comments.

I sucked in a sharp breath as the knife buried under the material of my underwear and, with one sharp tug, he sliced it open at my hip.

He ran the blade across my hips, over to the other side, before he sliced that one in half too, pushing the material out of his way.

The cold blade travelled back up my stomach, making me hiss as it scratched against my skin.

I heard him move and felt the bed dip with his weight as he straddled me, bringing the knife to my throat at the same time he leant over me to whisper in my ear.

“I can see every last, tiny way your body responds to me, Rachel. From the goosebumps that chase my knife up your body, to the way your thighs clench every time I go near your pussy. Every tiny detail stands out to me. I could watch you all fucking day.”

He pressed the blunt side to my neck, and then I felt my hands being moved ever so slightly until my fingers were brushing against the wooden bedside table.

Knock if you want me to stop.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispered into my ear, his tongue stroking along the sensitive lobe. “Stay still like the good little slut you are, and you won’t get hurt. Fight me, and you’ll live to regret it.”

I gripped the table as the knife travelled down my chest and then the cool blade pressed against my nipples.

“Do you like that, Rachel? Do you think I could pierce the skin here?” he said, pushing the tip of the knife against the side of my tit. I sucked in a breath and pushed upwards, daring him. He chuckled at me, a sound that was fucking sinful, and pressed the knife in deeper.

I gave a small yelp of pain, and the knife was moved, going back to circling my nipples .

“Are you scared yet?” He murmured, his body travelling down mine, only inches ahead of the knife. His weight left me as he knelt at the bottom of the bed, and he used the handle of the knife to spread my pussy lips open.

He exhaled sharply as he took in how wet I could feel I was and then ran the knife up and down the length of me, covering it in my juices.

“Such a good girl,” he murmured a second before he pushed the knife inside me.

I gasped, arching my back, enjoying this new side to him. This wasn’t as frantic and needy as we had been previously. This was slow and steady. He was feasting on my body, taking pleasure in my pleasure, gently guiding me through this new phase in our sex life.

I raised my hips, drawing the knife in deeper, and he laughed. “That’s it, Rachel. Take it all. Fuck my knife. Let me see you get off on the blade that sliced open those that harmed you.”

Why the fuck was that so hot? Why the fuck was I so turned on by the thought of him murdering someone to protect me?

I did as I was told, raising and lowering my hips, feeling the knife slide in and out of me. My chest heaved as I struggled to breathe with the leather belt still wrapped tight around my throat, which only turned me on even more.

I jerked when I felt his fingers spread my pussy lips open further, seeking out my clit. He began circling it in time with my thrusts, finding a rhythm that soon had me panting beneath him.

“You look fucking amazing right now. I will never get tired of the image of your tight wet pussy fucking my blade. My cock is so hard looking at you.”

He lavished praise on me as I continued slowly bucking my hips, rotating them against the handle of the knife, feeling the pressure build low in my stomach.

“Are you going to cum, Rachel?” he asked, taking control of the knife as he pushed it in and out of me, only slightly picking up the speed I had set.

I nodded my head and then choked as he stopped stroking my clit and tightened the leather belt. My vision turned black as he completely restricted my breathing whilst continuing to pump in and out of my pussy with his knife .

My mouth fell open on a strangled gasp as he pushed the handle in as deep as possible, sending me catapulting over the edge as a soft wave of orgasm rolled into me.

He released the pressure of the belt, allowing me to draw in some shallow gasps as he pulled the knife out of me and brought it to my lips.

My tongue instinctively came out to clean up his weapon, my pussy clenching at the satisfied noises and murmurs of approval he made.

“That knife was used to slice off pieces of Ben’s skin,” he said, climbing up my body to position himself at the entrance of my pussy.

“It was used to take the life of the whore who helped sell you,” he said, pushing inside me slowly.

“I used that knife to slice open the necks of all those involved in harming you.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. I had no idea why this was so hot to me, but it was. “Keep talking to me.”

His hips rolled into mine, taking his time with me as he tightened the belt again.

“That same knife that just made you cum was the same knife that was scraping against Ben’s bone when I stabbed it through his knees,” he breathed into my ears.

“The same knife that just had you gasping in pleasure was the same one that had him begging for mercy.”

I couldn’t see him, but I could still practically feel his eyes on me as he raised his head. I knew he was looking down at me, scanning me for signs that I was uncomfortable. He released the belt slightly, allowing me to breathe, and I drew in breaths whilst I could.

I deliberately tensed my pussy around him, silently letting him know I was okay, and he tightened the belt once more. He pulled his cock almost all the way out, before he drove it back inside me, making my tits bounce with the force of his thrusts.

“You like that, don’t you? You like the thought of those men being tortured, just like you’re being tortured right now.

You like the thought of the blade slicing their throats, just as your throat is currently being strangled.

You’re such a filthy whore, Rachel, and I can’t fucking get enough of you. ”

He repeated this a few more times, tightening the belt, watching my body for signs I couldn’t handle it anymore and then released it, giving me a brief moment of reprieve before it was tightened once more.

Each time he tightened it; it lasted for longer. The tighter it was, the faster he drove his cock inside me .

It wasn’t long until he was fucking me so hard it almost hurt. My throat was raw from being strangled, and my chest was burning from denied breaths.

And I wouldn’t have changed a goddamn second of it.

At one point, I had tried to let go of the table; to show him I trusted him implicitly. But my hands were put straight back on there, and he delivered a painful slap to the side of my face.

“Keep your fucking hand on the table, Rachel. You never know when it’s too much. We don’t know your limits. But damned if we’re not about to find out,” he promised, tightening the belt once more.

Each time the belt was tightened, I felt my orgasm rushing forward. Each time it loosened, it ebbed away. I sobbed beneath him, thrusting my entire body upwards, silently demanding he gave me what I needed.

I couldn’t speak the words, but if I could, I wouldn’t have been beyond begging for it.

“Do you want to cum, kitten?” He mocked me, loosening the belt and slowing down the thrusting of his cock.

“Dante,” I croaked, but my words were cut off as he tightened the belt and fucked me harder than before.

Emotion rushed through my body as he kept denying my release. I was confused, frustrated, horny beyond belief, and so excited and turned on, I was almost scared.

I felt his eyes on me again, and the belt was loosened, but his thrusting didn’t slow.

He continued fucking me hard and fast, keeping my orgasm building this time.

I followed his lead, bucking my hips upwards to meet him thrust for thrust as he murmured words of encouragement down my ear.

He was telling me how good I felt, how much he wanted me, how he was hard just looking at me.

“Please,” I begged, barely recognising my own voice.

“Fuck, Rachel. You don’t know what it does to me to hear that smart mouth of yours begging.

You drive me fucking wild. Every moment I’m awake, I’m thinking of you.

Every second I’m away from you, I physically ache to be inside you.

Every dream, every nightmare, every hope…

it’s all fucking you, Rachel. Always you. ”

I cried out as my orgasm hit, my mouth falling open on a silent scream.

Dante knew better than to pick up the speed.

He stayed exactly as he was, keeping the rhythm my body was craving until my pussy relaxed around him.

Only then did he allow himself what he needed, thrusting into me at a much faster pace until he, too, found his release.

With a groan of my name, he buried his cock inside me one last time, his cum spilling out into my pussy.

“You’re amazing,” he whispered, resting his forehead against mine.

I couldn’t speak. Even as the belt came off my neck, I couldn’t speak. My hands were released from the chains and the blindfold removed from my neck, and I was still silent.

“Are you okay?” he asked me, looking at me with concern.

And I, pathetically, burst into tears.

Dante chuckled softly, scooping me into his arms, and carried me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the edge of the bath and wrapped a towel around my shaking body as he turned the taps on, testing the temperature with his fingers.

I watched as he filled the bath with my favourite scents before he picked me up again, only this time he wrapped my legs around his waist instead of cradling me and climbed into the bath with me.

It was much too small for the both of us, but he managed it, positioning it so I was laid between his legs, my back against his chest.

He grabbed a sponge and gently ran it over my body, soothing any pains from the knife and the belt, and then used a cup to soak my hair.

He lathered shampoo between his hands and gently folded it through the lengths of my hair.

Without saying a word, he rinsed it out, and then did the same with the conditioner, leaving it to soak a minute as he pulled me against his chest and laid down with me slightly.

“Are you okay?” he whispered, his fingers stroking up and down my arm.

I nodded.

“Are you sure? Because I need to hear you talk, Rachel.”

“I’m okay,” I assured him.

“Was it too much?”

“No,” I shook my head. “It was perfect. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

“Nothing is wrong with you,” he said softly.

“I asked a lot of you. I tied you up, something we haven’t done often.

I brought a knife in without you knowing in advance, and then I pushed you too far with breath play.

On top of all that, I brought up bad memories. It’s no wonder you were overwhelmed.”

He scooped water into the cup and rinsed the conditioner from my hair whilst I was still laid against his chest.

“Next time, we’ll take it one step at a time.”

“Next time?” I grinned to myself, feeling much better now that the panic and overwhelming emotions had subsided.

“Oh, there’s definitely a next time,” he promised. “We’ve not even touched the surface of all the things I want to explore with you.”