Reign (Part 1) [OC] [MF] [D/s]

My hand ran the length of her neck into her strawberry blonde hair. Her soft blue eyes reflecting the moon coming in through the bedroom window of our remote cabin. Rain pounds the cabins tin roof, almost in unison with her beating heart. She has never experienced someone like me before; Someone that craves her and wants to consume her whole, and it shows.

My left hand tightens its grip in her curls and I jerk her head to the side exposing the bare skin of her neck and shoulder. She winces in pain and clinches her teeth. I start to wonder if this is more than she’s bargained for. She snaps her gaze to me. Our eyes meeting and I stare into her with my intentions.

“You know what I want….” I say gripping harder and growling at her, showing my teeth.

“Yes. Yes. I do” she says closing her eyes.

“Look at me.” I say sternly while bringing her face close to mine. She opens her eyes with tears starting to form from my grip on her hair. I run my right hand under her blouse, grabbing her ribs and digging my thumb between two of them. She starts to buckle under the pressure and I push harder.

“Hey! Just say the word. Just say it and we will stop.” I say with empathy in my voice, all the while still pulling her hair and grabbing her ribs.

“No! No, please! Don’t stop. I want this. I want to know what its like to be yours!” Her begging makes my cock throb with anticipation of what is to come. Her eagerness to please makes me violent with desire. I let go and turn away from her. I can hear her starting to sob behind me.

“Go to end of the bed and face the wall. Do not move a fucking muscle or I will stop completely. Do you understand?” I say still looking away from her. Immediately the crying stops. “Yes, Sir.” Is all that she says as she walks to the end of the bed.

I remove my shirt and leather belt, removing my belongings also; wallet, keys, phone, and the blade I carry with me. I lay them all out on the dresser, taking my time as she stands facing the wall.

“Put your hands behind your back.” I say sternly.

“Yes, Sir.” She says. I turn to see her hands trembling behind her back. I smile as I pick the belt up off of the dresser. I walk up behind her, loop the belt and slide it over her hands, up to her elbows. I pull the belt tight and I can hear her wincing again from the over extension of her shoulders. I lean forward and whisper in her ear “Don’t fucking move.”

I walk back to the dresser and pick up the blade I carry with me. I pull it from it’s leather sheath and watch as the light from the moon dances along it’s razor sharp edge. Walking back over to her, I begin to break her in with my words.

“You know Cass, I have this obsession with knives. A knife can be very personal. It can save your life if the situation calls for it. But also, It can end a life. Very quickly I might add. You just have to know where to place it.”

Immediately, I run the tip of the blade under her blouse, cutting it and her bra, free from her body. I reach around her and grab them both between her breasts, pull them away and throw them to the floor. Her breathing becomes heavy and she starts to shake violently. I grab her by the elbows and spin her around to look into her eyes.

“The fear. The trust. The lust. The blood pumping through your very veins. These are the things that I want. You will give them to me, won’t you?.” I say pressings the flat side of the blade between her breasts.

“Yes, Sir.” She says eagerly but with nervousness.

“That’s my girl.” I say smiling

Slowly I begin dragging the blade across her skin. She throws her head back, moaning as the cold stainless steel edge meets her nipples. I trace both of them with the very top of the knife. My cock throbbing and pulsing with every chance of a cut. I work my way up her chest and drag the edge across her shoulders, and up her neck. Tracing her body like an outline. She begins to tremble and I stop.

“Cass, you can not move.” She freezes at my words and stares into my eyes with genuine fear. Without taking my eyes off of hers, the blade begins to travel to her waist to meet her leggings. With a turn of my wrist I begin cutting them away, sparing her black, laced thong.

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