3 comments/ 22513 views/ 0 favorites Edges Ch. 01 By: WantonWench The peculiar scent of hot sun on packed earth rose around them as they browsed the displays. The typical mixture of hand-made local crafts and cheap imported replicas filled the stands at the fair. Roni wandered slowly and looked over the wares, Jesse at her side. She saw his interest in the display of knives and swords imported from India and smiled to herself. Jesse did have a liking for cold steel. These were poor quality imports though, and she wandered past them, to his unvoiced but never-the-less obvious disappointment. She browsed the clothing stands a bit. Eventually she picked out a shirt for Jesse, a loose white one with billowing sleeves and a poet's collar. It would look good on him the next time they went to one of these fairs. They enjoyed the chance to play the roles in public that they lived in private. Nobody took it amiss at a Renaissance Faire if she acted the Lady and he her servant. The last booth in the row was set near the more permanent smithy built on the fair grounds. Roni heard the ringing of a hammer on steel and looked over to see a heavily muscled man beat a fold into a strip of glowing metal destined to become a blade of some kind. Returning her gaze to the handmade jewelry before her, she thought for a second. "Jesse, find us some cold drinks please." Her glance at him was as much a command as her statement, and he bowed to her. "Of course Mistress, right away." She watched him walk away and enjoyed the fit of the snug breeches above the boots he wore. She took a great deal of pride in this young man who chose to serve her. He denied her nothing, and she did her best to assure he was satisfied in his service. He would like her latest idea. She stepped over to the smithy and looked over the items laid out there. Some fine blades indeed were set out for viewing, the distinctive rippled gray of folded steel. Other items were there as well, shackles, chains, and more mundane things in steel, candle holders, trivets, a variety of household fixtures. "Anything I can help you with Ma'am?" The deep voice of the smith made her aware the noise of his hammer had ceased. She looked up slowly, enjoying the broad sweat-beaded chest that stood before her. He grinned in her eyes when her gaze reached his, and she smiled back. "You do custom work?" She had certain ideas in mind, things not generally found pre-made. "Certainly. I would be most happy to serve your needs, Ma'am." His emphasis made her smile, and gave the words a great deal more meaning than the surface would indicate. She took his card and the catalogue laid out on the counter and tucked them away. "You will be hearing from me. I'm sure we can come up with some way for you to serve me." She grinned at him and stepped to the booth across the way before Jesse could return with the drinks. She was still sampling the essential oils for sale there when Jesse came back, two large cups in his hands. He approached her and knelt, setting his own cup aside to offer hers with both hands, head bowed. Roni recapped the small vial in her hands before she turned. She caught sight of the smith grinning at them before she smiled gently down at her lover and took the cup from his hands. "Very good Jesse." She enjoyed the cold of the lemonade, if not the rather kool-aidish taste. "I believe it is nearly time for the next show. Let's head that direction." "Thank you Mistress, yes Mistress, I would enjoy that." He rose, picked up his cup as he did, and stepped in behind her. He stood with eyes down, and brushed the dust from his knees only after she passed him. She enjoyed his natural attention to such minor details; it showed his respect and service to her. She had never had to train him to such niceties. It seemed to be instinctive to him. She just enjoyed him. The show was the King sitting at court, with his courtiers presenting themselves to him for various purposes. One recited a poem that received both praise and good-natured revilement. The over-all plot for the fair was continued as a lady requested that brave knights be sent a-questing for her missing husband, though it was noted that the poet's words had been addressed more to her than to the court in general. There was gossip about a mystery knight who had entered the jousting scheduled for an hour hence. The costumes were wonderful. Roni enjoyed herself, leaning into Jesse and sharing comments with him as the performance continued. They happily followed the court as it left to attend the next performance, a puppet show presented by traveling entertainers. By the time they reached the jousting arena it was hot indeed, and Jesse filled their lemonade cups from the ice water pitcher of a wandering water-bearer there for the visitors' convenience. The jousting demonstration was exciting, especially when it was revealed that the "mystery knight" was the missing husband, returning to find proof of his lady wife's infidelity with the poet. The resulting fencing demonstration was beautifully performed, ending in a surprise upset with the knight on his back, the poet holding both swords to his throat. The king spared his life, of course, and the crowd finally dispersed to enjoy whatever they had yet to see. Jesse was full of comments on the show, especially the fencing. Roni considered looking around to see if there were lessons he might take in the sport. She would enjoy it as well. It was late by the time they reached home, and she was quite ready for Jesse to draw her bath and rinse the dust from her skin and hair. Roni relaxed, the sandalwood bath oil she had purchased earlier filling the air as Jesse slowly ran the sponge over her. He loved bathing her, his face showing his total concentration as he stroked her. Her skin woke, tingling lightly to his touch as he moved over every inch of her. Last he discarded the sponge and let down her hair. His fingers smoothed the long strands through the water. Her mind drifted as he worked, massaging the shampoo down to her scalp. She envisioned exactly what she would request from the smith, and how she would use it on Jesse, and smiled. Jesse bent to softly kiss her forehead, thinking the smile was for him. It was, of course. Her hand stroked his thigh as he rinsed her hair from a pitcher of fresh water. He poured it gently over her head as she tilted it back for him. Finally she rose as he dried her with one of the soft over-sized bath towels they both liked so much. He wrapped her in her robe and quickly dried himself as she took her seat, leaning back to drape her hair over the back of the chair for him to comb out. It had become a ritual for them; they both treasured this time together. Jesse had told her that it was when he felt closest to her, even more than when she worked him through a scene. She felt the relaxation melt through her body and mind as he cared for her, the outside world at a distance that became of no importance at all. Jesse finished with her hair, and Roni went to the bedroom, leaving him to tidy up behind them. She slipped on a short silky chemise, the cool fabric caressing her warm skin. Jesse had turned the bed back earlier and she propped up some pillows, laying back to wait for him. Her hand slipped between her thighs, her head back, eyes closed. She wasn't really thinking about anything, just relaxed and warm and it felt good as her fingers slipped along her lips. She grazed her fingertips along the edges, teasing herself until her lips started to part on their own. Roni's middle finger slid deeper and the length of it ran lightly along her clit. She trembled slightly and drew in a deep breath. Her eyes opened to see Jesse standing at the foot of the bed, his erection showed his enjoyment of the view. He smiled at her and she pulled her hand from her pussy and offered it to him. He crawled onto the bed, kissing and licking her legs on his way up. He raised his head and looked in her eyes as he brought her hand to his lips and slowly licked it clean of her juices. Roni felt herself grow wet and tight at the touch of his tongue, her breathing quickening. She watched him as he bent to bury his face between her legs. Her hands brushed his hair back, then clenched in it as his tongue ran over her center. "Oh fuck Jesse you do that so well." She groaned and let her head fall back as the burn swelled through her. His mouth moved on her, knowing exactly how to touch her. Her small clit flattened under his tongue as he ground it on her, his chin moving between her lips at her entrance. She had never been a woman who came easily, but Jesse had learned her so well, he could give her slow building pleasure forever, or have her at the peak in minutes. Tonight he brought her close, then eased up. He licked her firmly, letting her enjoy the intense sensations for as long as she liked. Roni felt his tongue at her entrance and moaned as it traveled up. The feelings seemed to spread ahead of it, until she thought she would ignite when he lapped at her clit, then he started back down and she ebbed with him. Finally her need to be filled was too much and Roni pulled him up to her. Jesse smiled and kissed her. He knew she enjoyed her taste on his lips. He slid home in her, deep inside her as she reached around and dragged her nails down his back, making him arch and groan into her mouth. He pressed in deep and rocked his hips against her and she answered his groan. Roni's thighs gripped his hips and they moved together in a rhythm born deep inside them both. His hardness moving through her, sliding against her walls was a sweet fire. She was barely aware when she raked his back again. She pulled her hands down to grip his ass hard. Her climax was nearly on her and she bit him, feeling the pain in her shoulder as he answered her. The flare swept through her and she came hard, her depths clenched down around him as she screamed. He drove into her again and again, rode her through it with his body locked in determination. She felt the tension in his arms wrapped around her, felt the need in the rock hard flesh inside her. "Cum Jesse, cum for me, cum now..." Her voice was more moan than speech but he heard her and cried out as he released. Another thrust, two, and he flooded inside her. She cried out again as she felt his orgasm and rolled her hips, pulled it from him, kept him going. He shuddered and cried her name, holding her tight to him. She held him in turn until they stilled, tight together, as tremors ran through them both. Slowly they relaxed, slowly he shifted slightly off of her, slowly she stroked his back, and slowly they sank together into sleep. Roni entered the big barn-like building and paused to look around for Gerard, the smith. She had been here three times before since the big man insisted she inspect each blank to see if it fit her ideas before he would do the finish work on it. His knowledge and suggestions had refined her ideas until the set of five blades would be more beautiful than she had dared hope. That wasn't the only thing she enjoyed about her visits, though. Roni wondered what she would find to order from Gerard when the knives were done. She was sure she could come with something as she spotted the smith walking toward her. He was shirtless, as always, and bathed in the sweat of his work. He tossed aside the apron he had removed. His eyes wandered over her as he strode up to her. She felt a shiver run through her body just before his hands gripped her waist and lifted her to a table. One large strong hand ran through her hair and pulled her mouth to his as the other opened his pants. She ran hers up his chest, his hard muscles making her feel as helpless to his strength as the metal in his forge and nearly as hot. She wasn't sure how they had gotten to this from his offer to be of service to her at the Ren Faire, but she wasn't disappointed. He laid Roni back on the worktable and pulled her pants off her hips and down her legs. She knew her pussy was already wet before he slid one wide finger inside her. Roni was usually a Domme, but there were times she craved this chance to let go, needed a man who could just take her. Jesse knew this, and needed his own chance to be in control once in a while. They trusted each other, so these occasional outside needs could be filled. Gerard pushed her shirt up under her arms, pushed her arms up as well and held them over her head as he bent to suck and bite at her breasts. She groaned when he ground his hard, denim-covered hips between her legs. The feel of denim on her inner thighs did something to her, something deep and visceral. She didn't know why, didn't care, just arched her back and pulled her legs up around his hips. He held her down and sucked hard on her left breast, chewed at it roughly. Roni felt herself let go and let the feelings wash through her. Her groin burned with hunger and she pulled him against her with her legs. He pulled back and straightened up to look down at her. "Need it bad today, don't you Roni?" Gerard grinned at her, and she grinned back and sort of stretched on the table, her arms still over her head, back arched. His grin widened as he took his cock in his hand and placed it at her entrance then shoved into her hard. "Oh fuck yes..." Roni's eyes closed and her hands dropped suddenly to her sides, her fists clenched as he filled her. "Fuck me Gerard, ooh yeah..." He grabbed her wrists and yanked them back over her head, holding them there as he ground into her. Gerard growled into her neck, his cock filled her completely and moved in her. He barely pulled out and shoved back hard, his hips ground against her. Roni's moans grew louder, the constant movement and pressure on her most sensitive areas drove her crazy. He bit her and she cried out, and he pulled back and fucked her harder, long strokes changed the rush of sensation through her. He pulled her wrists down to her shoulders and braced his arms under her, and drove into her. He took her, took his pleasure from her, she could feel it in the tension of his body on hers, the demand in his movements. Her legs pulled up high around his back and she felt him slide deeper, that sweet feel as he stretched the limits of her pussy. Gerard tightened his grip on her arms and raised his head to look into her face. He kissed her once, hard, then growled at her, eyes locked on hers. "Cum Roni. Cum now. Cum for me NOW." She did. She screamed and her body exploded through her mind. His cock drove her higher and harder and she screamed again. He never slowed; he held her down and drove himself inside her writhing form, his eyes intent on her face. He bared his teeth and sent her through spasm after shuddering spasm, kept her going until her screams became moans and muttered pleas for him to cum. Gerard sped up, closed his eyes and dropped his forehead to her chest, and drove himself to his own pleasure in her. She felt him swell, felt the tension rise through him and rose with it. Roni arched and screamed again as she felt him reach his peak. He threw his head back and roared as his climax burned through them both. His body shuddered and his hips moved on their own, driving him in hard, sudden thrusts with each pulse of sperm through his shaft. She felt herself clench around him, felt him so deep, so damn hot. Finally he rested on his elbows on either side of her, his forehead back on her chest. Her legs were still wrapped around his back as he released her hands. Roni ran her fingers through his hair and idly stroked his shoulders as they caught their breaths. "Fuck, Gerard, I have got to come up with something else to order from you." She grinned into the air as she felt his low rumbling laughter more than heard it. "I'm sure we can come up with something for me to do for you, Ma'am." She laughed with him this time then gasped as he straightened and slid from inside her. She half rolled off the table, reaching for her bag, and pulled out the little package of wet wipes she'd brought with her this time. Gerard laughed at her but took one to clean himself with as she cleaned up and got dressed. The smithy just didn't run to such things as washcloths, and she hated wandering around in wet pants. He walked off and came back a moment later with the last of the three blades Roni had ordered from him. Still black from the forging and unfinished, it held the image of what it would be soon. It was beautiful, more graceful than she had envisioned with its curving edges. She played with it a moment, feeling what the balance would be like with the extra long and heavy tang to counterweight the outsized blade. Gerard grinned at her like a kid, proud of his work. "Do you like it? I never had an order quite like this. Makes me really want to see what you plan to do with them. I've had so many interesting thoughts while I've worked on this set." His eyes twinkled. "Oh, I have no doubt you can come up with your own ideas for them. These are special though, and for only one person. My Jesse will love them." Roni smiled, her face lighting as she thought of when she could finally show him her surprise. "Damn woman," Gerard's face was serious now as he looked at her. "the man who's earned that expression from you is one lucky soul." Roni actually blushed, and then flushed with something warmer at the deep rumbling gentle laugh Gerard gave her. "I'll have it done next week for you, though it's tempting to work slow." He smiled, and she laughed, enjoying the easy friendship that was growing between them. "I'll think of something for you to do by then, I'm sure." "Roni, you don't need an excuse to come and visit me. You are welcome here any time. You know I'd love to do any work you come up with, but you quit being just a customer some time ago. Stop by whenever you like." Gerard's smile earned him a good solid hug before she pulled away regretfully. "Thanks, Gerard, for everything." She winked at him as she gathered her bag. "I do have to get going. Give me a call when it's ready. Or anytime. My friends can call me any time." They traded one more smile and she headed out to her car. It was a lucky day, that day at the Ren. Faire. Edges Ch. 02 Roni sipped her wine and pretended to read and watched Jesse clear away dinner and clean up. He didn't do the dishes because he was her sub. He did them because she was a much better cook. She saw him glance at the wooden case on the coffee table in front of her and smiled to herself. It was beautiful, the wood inlay as well done as the shining metal inside it. Jesse was having a hard time fighting down his curiosity, it had been growing since the box arrived by messenger that afternoon. She wouldn't let him open it, leaving it sitting in frustrating visibility all evening. Finally he came and sat on the floor beside her and his eyes strayed to the box and back to her face. "Was there anything else this evening, Ma'am?" He looked so hopeful she almost laughed. "Anything else? Like what, love?" She kept her eyes on her book and did her best to keep a straight face. He was so fun to tease. "Mistress, what's in the box?" Jesse smiled at her and ducked his head to look up through his lashes, playful and coy. She laughed. "Ok, ok. You're right, brat, I do have something in mind for tonight." She set down her book and looked at Jesse, her eyes twinkling through her serious expression. "Go prepare the room." Roni watched as the tension in him changed, his smile changed, his breath deepened. His look at the box as he left held something new, excitement and an edge of fear. Roni smiled, and watched him go. He would open the room, light the candles and lamps. She preferred natural lighting when she worked him, but she liked it bright enough to see him well, so one of his tasks was to clean and fill the oil lamps in the room. He would be lighting them now. He would remove his clothes and fold them neatly. He would set out her favorite oils and make sure the toys and ropes she used most often were ready and waiting for them. By the time he knelt in the center of the room to await her Jesse would already be humming with tension, his body tight, his skin alive waiting to be touched. His fear and desire would have him breathing fast and shallow. Roni took her time as she dressed for him. She slid on the high cut silk panties. She pulled on the thigh high boots. She braided her hair back to keep it out of the way. She added the black leather arm guards that wrapped around and snapped. Silver wire wrapped her nipples and curled in graceful arcing patterns in circles as large as her wide aureoles, and a silver chain ran from one to the other. More silver chains fell to the ring in her naval, and circled her waist. She wore nothing else on top. When she was ready, she retrieved the box from the living room and went to the playroom. The softly flickering yellow light greeted her at the door, and the sight of her love kneeling waiting for her brought a deep breath to her lungs before she stepped inside. He was calm, though the anticipation fairly crawled through him. Jesse was always like this until they got started, then he sank into it until he took more from her than any other sub she'd worked with. Roni hoped he knew how special he was to her. She tried to tell him, often, but she wasn't sure he really knew. She set the box on the table near her chair and picked up the leather cuffs he had laid there to await her. This room had taken them a long time to put together as she had envisioned it. The beautiful inlaid hardwood cabinets and trim, the fireplace, the swivel recliners, and of course the hardware, all exactly as she wished them. It spoke to her of sensual pleasure. Roni walked to Jesse and stood in front of him. He didn't move as he knelt with his legs spread wide, back straight and head up proud, his eyes lowered before her, his hands clasped behind his back. "Wrists." She buckled the wide leather cuffs around them as he presented them to her, and linked them together. "Stand, love." Jesse stood, well practiced in moving without his hands. Her eyes ran over him until she finally drew a deep breath and brought herself back to her plans for the evening. The small smile twitching the corner of his lips caught her eye. He was enjoying her eyes on him. Brat. She smiled to herself and reached out one finger to tip his head up, and looked in his eyes. Then she kissed him, slowly, thoroughly. Her hand slid back into his hair and gripped him by it and she held him to the kiss until she felt his mouth was entirely hers. He moaned softly as she finally released his lips and stepped back. "Jesse, do you submit to me?" Roni asked him formally, eyes on his. "Yes Mistress." She watched goosebumps travel down his bare arms. "Jesse, do you wish me to use your body as I choose?" "Yes Mistress." His voice was tight, breath rapid as he answered her. "Jesse, do you remember your safe word?" "Yes Mistress. It is starlight." Jesse had never yet used it. Roni wondered if he would tonight. Probably not, but one day she would push him that far. "Come here, love, and sit on the table." She brought the box over and set it down while he worked himself onto the table. It was a rather amusing process with no hands, and Roni watched as he hip walked himself back. Finally he sat securely next to her, and she smiled at him, then opened the wooden case. She watched as he caught his breath at the sight. The three knives nestled in the velvet lining of the box. All three were leaf shaped, with hilts carved in leaf wrapped stems cupping the base of the blades. The center one was long, the blade wide, larger than Jesse's hand, the hilt also long, the carvings subtly arranged to fit the hand and assure a precise grip. The double bladed steel shimmered in the light, the marks of its folding like flowing water. The next knife, snuggled to one side, was very narrow, with a fine point. The third was about 3 inches long, an inch wide, and double bladed, like the first two. It was an unusual set, designed to her specifications, and made beautiful by the art of their maker. Roni enjoyed the look on Jesse's face for a moment as he stared at the shimmering steel. "Lay down, Jesse, on your belly please." He stretched out, eyes remaining on the knives as long as he could. Roni strapped his wrists and ankles down in the attached leather shackles, then threaded a leather belt up through slots in the table and strapped his hips down as well. His body was tense, even his breathing sounded tight, and she ran her hand firmly over him as she walked around the table. "Easy love. You know you'll enjoy this. You trust me, I know you do. You've proven it over and over. Relax Jesse. You look so lovely." She murmured to him and touched him until she felt him slowly ease into the table, his breathing steady. She changed her touch and let her short nails drag lightly over him. He sighed. She walked around the table counter-clockwise and let him focus on her touch. "Very good, Jesse, very good. This will be very nice. You're doing fine." She picked up the largest knife, and ran the cool metal down his skin, just caressing him with the smooth steel, letting him feel it. He tensed again, then slowly relaxed as she walked around him. "Good boy, that's it." Roni loved his reactions, loved pulling them from him. She knew Jesse was enjoying the little thrills of fear, feeling the sharp blade on his skin. She paused at his side and lifted the blade, to draw the tip lightly down the length of his spine, watching him try to arch against the hip belt as she did. His back muscles flexed beautifully and she ran her hand down them. Her touch soothed him back down. It was time to begin warming him, and Roni smiled as she gripped the long hilt carefully. She judged the angle of the blade and exactly how the knife fit in her hand at that angle, made sure it wouldn't slip without her noticing. She smacked it down on his back, making him jump, letting the rebound take it safely away from his skin. Roni began using it as a paddle, working her way down his back, over the rise of his ass, down his thigh. Soft slaps, barely enough to sting, in a steady regular rhythm as she walked around him. He moaned slightly and laid very still as she made the first circuit. She started around again. This time she slapped harder and watched his pale skin turn pink. Jesse always pinked up so nicely, and the weight of the steel paddle worked well. She slapped it down the same line as before, preparing the skin all down one side and up the other. Once more Roni circled him. She slapped harder now and he flinched now and then, little noises as the blade smacked down in sensitive areas that were already tender. She paused and smiled as she looked down his body. There was a lovely streak, palm wide, from the shoulder to the calf on each side of his body. She bent and kissed his cheek, his shoulder. She enjoyed the warmth of his skin and his taste on her lips. She started again, still with the large blade, and set the edge against his skin at a backward angle and scraped, lightly abraded his already pink skin. She drew the sharp edge of the blade down his body. Jesse tensed slowly at the prolonged traveling contact. His hips tried to strain up, his body wanted to curl as the blade burned down his skin. "Oooh, Mistress…" Roni was glad of the hip belt as he moaned. She kept the blade moving, made sure he didn't manage to buck back against the edge and cut. Around again, slightly lower, she scraped the rest of the pink stripe. She enjoyed the sight of the broad red path glowing down both sides of his body. He moaned and moved his hips, arms tense in the restraints. Roni ran her hand down his skin, feeling the heat in it as she set aside the large blade. "Something different now love. Are you ready?" She murmured into Jesse's ear and kissed it lightly, nuzzling his neck. Jesse drew in a deep breath, and another. His body slowly relaxed as he adjusted to the burn down his back. Finally she heard his voice. "Yes Mistress. I'm ready." Roni smiled and stroked the top of his shoulder softly before she reached for another blade. The long thin one fit in her hand just as nicely as the first had, but she switched grips until she held it like a pen. She took a deep breath herself, ordered things in her mind, then set the tip to his shoulder. She began writing. The sharp fine tip of the blade left white streaks in his red skin that almost instantly raised into welts. Jesse gasped and writhed in the restraints as she moved down his back. She wrote in smooth arcing letters. She lifted the knife and slapped his ass firmly. "Jesse. You must lay still. Tense and pull with those parts of your body that I'm not working on if you must, but where the knife is must be still." He gasped, his breath hard as he slowly relaxed down to the table before answering. "Yes Mistress. It's so intense, so sharp…yes Mistress." Roni smiled and set the point of the knife back where she had left off, paused a moment to read what she had already written, and began again. The point of the blade slid along his skin, the script varying a bit as the angle changed. She paused as she finished a line and gave him a moment to breath, then lowered the point to his skin and continued to write along the length of his body. She used the upper half of the red path she had prepared and worked down, then back up the other side in slow careful stages. Jesse was panting by the time she reaches his shoulders again. The sharp, consistent pain of the blade moving on his skin was hard to ignore as it moved. She took a moment to stroke his shoulders and lean down to kiss his neck as she moved around the head of the table. Then she started again. The second round she scored into the lower half of her reddened canvas, the knife moving more smoothly as she grew accustomed to the touch required. Roni paused after each line and admired the welts risen from the first time around. She ran her hand lightly over it and enjoyed the heat and texture of the risen skin. Jesse moaned, his body moving, pulling against the belts, but he managed to direct the motion to areas she wasn't working on. Roni smiled as she watched him. She loved his responsiveness. The knife moved again as she worked her way around his body. The words were engraved in his skin in a bas relief of red, bright against the pale background of his lovely body. Finally it was done and Roni smiled as she ran her fingers along the letters. She walked around him and read it over. Jesse's skin twitched under her and he whimpered quietly, the light touch must feel like fire on the welts. Roni took a soft cloth and some soothing oil and smoothed it along her project. She felt Jesse relax slowly under the touch. Then she unbuckled the restraints, one by one. "Roll over Jesse." She watched as the words slowly penetrated and he responded. He winced a bit as his back rubbed then settled against the table. She placed his wrists and ankles back in the restraints and fastened them. Then she picked up the third blade. Roni smiled and let her eyes wander over him. She loved looking at Jesse, loved to touch him, to make him respond to her. She loved the look in his eyes when it got intense for him. She began idly running the blade over him, following her eyes and fingers, tracing the lines of his body. He moaned, a different sound, one more of pleasure. She slowly worked her way closer to his groin. Finally she began very lightly tracing the blade around his balls, up and down his cock, caressing him with it. Jesse tensed, then his hips relaxed a bit and he trembled as his cock twitched and swelled, the blade softly sweeping up and down the shaft. He moaned again, and Roni smiled. She was feeling her own desire rising, knowing she was very wet after indulging herself on his skin. She pulled her knee up to the table and climbed up, straddling his hips. Jesse's eyes opened and he smiled up at her. Roni slid the blade under her silk panties and sliced them off and he grinned. Then his eyes rolled up again as she slid herself along his length, her wetness coated him and she moaned slightly herself at the feel of him sliding between her lips. Roni rose up and slipped him inside her. Her eyes closed as she savored the feeling of him gliding deep, stretching her open. She sat down on him and took him fully inside. Then she began running the knife along his ribs. She liked playing with his nipples, the sharp point denting them in, the edge gently abrading as she flicked them. She left fine white lines down his chest and around his belly with the tip. He moaned, eyes open as he watched her. She shifted her hips and began to rock them on him. She didn't lift, just rolled over him, made his cock move inside her. She ground her clit down on him and felt her breathing speed up. "Oh, Mistress, that's so good." He pulled at the restraints, his hips tried to lift under her, his eyes were wide as he strained. Roni moved on him, rode him slowly, pulled her pleasure from him as the heat built in her groin. The knife tip bit slightly, reminding him to watch his movements. She watched his face. "Do you like this, Jesse?" "Oh yes Mistress, you know I do." He panted and his belly quivered under the blade. "You like my new toys?" Roni loved making him answer her, making him tell her what she did to him. "Fuck yes Mistress, oh please Mistress don't stop!" Jesse moaned, his eyes rolled up again as she moved on him and traced the knife along his collar bones. "Do you want to cum, Jesse?" He whimpered. "Yes Mistress, please…" "How bad, Jesse? How bad do you want to cum?" "Oh fuck please Mistress let me cum, please, please I need to cum." His head rolled on the table, his hips jerked and quivered under her. "Do you want me to cut you, Jesse?" His eyes flew open and he stared at her, suddenly still. He licked his lips and sucked in a shuddering breath. "Yy-yess, Mistress. Please." Roni smiled down at him, tracing the tip of the knife in figure eights around his nipples. "Ask me, Jesse." "P-please Mistress," he moaned and his head rolled back as she moved on him. "P-please cut me." He was whispering, but she heard him. "Jesse. Are you listening to me?" She watched his face until he looked at her again and answered. "When I cut you, you can cum. Do you understand?" "Yyess Mistress. P-please cut me Mistress. Please…" he moaned and she watched his face as his control slipped again and his eyes rolled back. Gods she loved watching him. She moved faster on him, her own eyes closed as she sought her pleasure. The knife laid flat on his chest, her palm over it. She felt herself nearing her peak and drove herself down on him, held him tight inside as he moaned, his hands fisted tight as he fought for control. Roni arched back and groaned, and slammed him deep once more, twice, again. Then she looked down at him and picked up the knife. She tapped his rib below his right nipple with the hilt until his eyes opened and he looked up at her. Jesse's gaze was wild, breath harsh and rasping, his whole body shaking as he held himself back. Roni turned the knife in her hand, her eyes locked on his, and rose up on his cock as she slowly drew the blade across his skin under his right nipple, letting the weight of the blade and the sharp edge bite very shallowly into his skin. Jesse's back arched and he cried out and came inside of her as the bright bead of blood welled up and rolled down his side. Roni set the blade aside and rode him hard through his orgasm. Their moans wound together until she collapsed on top of him and held him. Their breathing ran together. He shuddered under her and she shook with him as the aftershocks rolled through them both. Slowly she reached up and released his wrists. He wrapped his arms around her as they rested. Eventually Roni rose and let herself down from the table. She released his ankles and helped him to sit up. She stroked his face and kissed him softly. "You were wonderful, Jesse. Are you ok, my love?" "Yes Mistress, I feel very good." He smiled. "You always make me feel so good Mistress." She hugged him tight and held him for a bit. Her hand softly stroked his back. He winced slightly as her hand brushed the welts there, and she moved to stroke along his spine, smiling. Then she stepped back and looked at the blood smeared between them. The small cut had already stopped bleeding, but should be cleaned. "I think we need a shower, love. Do you think you can get the towels and start the water?" Jesse smiled and slid down from the table carefully. "Yes Mistress, I'm fine." "Good love. I will be right behind you, as soon as I put these away. I want to wash your back and that cut before we rest." Roni smiled and watched him walk toward the door. Her eyes traced what she had scribed into his back: My touch takes your breath and the air leaves me. Your skin flames under my hands and mine skin burns. Your heart races to my demand and mine aches with the feel of you. You are held in my bonds and I am held by your soul in my hands.