Knife play isn’t something either of us have tried in the past but it is something that creeps into my fantasies more and more.
I feel the blade pressed against my throat to hold me still and then I hear the tearing and slicing as you rip my shirt away from me. You stand and look at me so I can see the darkness in your eyes, you cut my bra from me before running the cold steel across my breasts making sure you graze my nipples with the point, you smirk as my body betrays me and my nipples react.
My reaction only increases your need, you slide the knife into the waist of my jeans and start to cut through the tough material leaving then in tatters yet leaving my lace panties intact.
I’m pushed to my knees and onto all fours, you pace around me admiring your work so far, I attempt to crawl away but your onto me in a heartbeat. Lunging forward you grab my throat, holding me still as you squeeze a little too hard and feel me freeze in fear. Your cock twitches as you look at the lace covering my arse, the only small piece of fabric left between you and your goal. One small movement of your wrist and they’re gone.
I hear your breath quicken as you kick my legs further apart, you run the blade along my pussy lips highlighting exactly what is about to happen next.