1 comments/ 8843 views/ 3 favorites Next Time By: lilys_alterego (Author's note: This is the sequel to my first story "Till Next Time". Thank you to editor Fflow for your insights. I can't wait to work with you on my next story) * I watched from the café window as shoppers darted in and out of doorways, coats pulled tight and umbrellas dripping. The gloomy sky had been threatening rain, and now icy drops fell across the evening. I stirred a straw through my milkshake before taking a dainty slurp. Chocolate flooded my mouth. I savoured the taste as my thoughts drifted. My best friend Sara was whinging about problems at her work. I had listened intently for the first 10 minutes, adding comments and sharing her indignation. It had been a week since I had sex with Steve, Sara's ex. It was a dirty secret I was not willing to share with anyone, especially her. Their break-up had been drawn out and painful: a relationship with a long death. There was no chance of a resurrection. Despite that fact, I knew there would be no forgiving me. It would've been different a few months down the track. Sex with a friend's ex just days after a break-up was rubbing salt in the wound. As Sara's voice droned on, my concentration was fixated on the afternoon I had spent with Steve. Images replayed for me over and over again: Steve's blissful expression as I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth for the first time. My senses filled with his salty taste and musky smell. My fingers almost twitched with the impression of his pulsing erection, silky smooth skin ridged with delicate veins. I shook myself from my reverie before my arousal overwhelmed me, squeezing my thighs together beneath the table. I swallowed my creamy mouthful and pushed other fantasies away. My pussy throbbed against the inner seam of my jeans. It took a lot of restraint not to subtly rub the seam between my wet lips. I nodded in agreement as Sara continued her workplace saga. It wasn't lost on me that I was having these urges in her presence. This definitely reeked of guilty pleasure; I was both turned on and revolted by how naughty it felt. "I saw Steve yesterday," Sara revealed, as she took a sip of her coffee. My attention snapped back to the present. I curled a stray lock of hair behind my ear and silently prayed the blush I felt heating my face was not too obvious. "Oh? How come?" I asked as nonchalantly as I could manage. "He came to pick up the last of his things from my place," she replied with a sigh. Her eyes shone wistfully as she glanced around the quiet café. "It was weird. We barely said two words to each other." I was momentarily lost in thought; a pang of jealously that I hadn't seen him, and the realisation that I wanted to see him again. "Are you ok?" I asked automatically. "Yeah. It's just so hard, you know. Seeing him again. Now I have the keys back so I guess it's really the end." "Isn't that a good thing?" I encouraged. "It's just so final. While his stuff was still around it felt like he was too. Now I know it's well and truly over." She shrugged helplessly and finished her coffee. "Do you think he is seeing anyone?" Sara added, her sad eyes searching mine. "Are you?" I countered, avoiding the question. She shrugged again. "No. Not really. I'm not ready." "What does 'not really' mean?" I teased. "You know, just... I take lunch with some people from work. One guy, well, now that I am single our conversations don't seem so innocent anymore." I nodded and smiled, "Ah, flirting. That's a good thing!" It was selfish, but with the knowledge that Sara was starting to move on, my guilt could diminish. I wanted her to be happy of course. Unfortunately that thought came second. Ten minutes later I was standing under the awning of the café, watching Sara manoeuvre herself into her car. The rain was considerably heavier than it had been and I was stranded with only a thin jacket. Sara had offered to drive me, but I had turned down the offer -- I lived so close. And I needed to be out of her company and alone with my thoughts. I ducked water streaming off the overhead canvas, and jogged into the street. Rain soon seeped through the layers I was wearing, causing a shiver of goose bumps over my skin. Small rivers travelled down my face, dripping over my nose. I was barely aware of my sneakers squelching into puddles as I lost myself in a chaos of emotions and memories. My pace slowed to a walk as my front door came into sight. I shook the water from my hands and rifled in my bag for keys. My fingers delved past loose coins, candy, a pen, and finally tangled in my key chain. A vision of a steaming bath and glass of wine filled my mind as my numb hands struggled with the locks. Home at last -- to an empty house. I snapped the locks back into place and flipped on the lights, illuminating the small hallway. My clothes were plastered in place, my feet like icicles. I peeled off my jacket and kicked off my waterlogged shoes, leaving each item stranded as I dragged myself down the hall to my bathroom. Next, socks, double their weight with water. I balanced first on one foot, then on the other, leaving them in my wake. I sniffed and wiped a rivulet from my nose. Light filled the small white room, blinding me temporarily with its brightness. The bathroom mirror displayed quite a sight: golden brown hair turned black with dripped water, clear face even paler with cold, and wide blue eyes framed by smoky smudged mascara. "So much for water-proof," I grumbled to myself, plucking a tissue and dabbing under my eyes. "I like you wet." I whirled around, my heart pounding. My throat convulsed and my hands clutched my chest in terror. As the moment of panic subsided, relief followed by anger welled to the surface. I took a couple of deep calming breaths -- not a murderer, but Steve. "What the FUCK are you doing here?! And how the hell did you get into my house?!" I raged. Steve smiled a slow smile, his eyes roving over me. "Sara had a key. I took it. I used it." He shrugged. "I've been waiting for you." "You can't do that! You can't let yourself into my house like that!' I exclaimed in shock. "I-I-I'm speechless," I blathered on. He laughed and simply grabbed a towel from the rail, handing it to me. "Seemed like a good idea at the time. I like to surprise." I caught the towel with a huff and dried off my face. I scrubbed at my hair angrily. "There is a difference I think between a surprise and stalking," I replied caustically as a pushed past him and stormed to my bedroom. My heart raced. I threw the towel to my bedroom floor and massaged my temples with trembling fingers. The subject of all my fantasies, the exquisite taste of what I had deemed forbidden, seemed to want me -- again! Steve had promised me a "next time", but when he didn't call... I had figured that was it, one sleazy afternoon with me as the rebound fuck or whatever. I felt his presence behind me before I heard him. A soft glow appeared to my side as Steve switched on my bedside lamp. I cleared my throat and smoothed my hands over my hair, the shoulder length strands beginning to dry into messy waves. His large hand rested on my shoulder, the warmth radiating through my wet t-shirt. His thumb traced reassuring circles over my tense shoulder muscles, while his other hand rested on my hip. His fingers stroked then moved higher, sliding under the sodden cotton. The hand on my shoulder slipped down my back and pulled at the other side of my tee. I pushed Sara from my thoughts and raised my arms above my head. Steve stripped the dripping fabric from my body and let it drop to the floor. His hands held mine for a moment, before I let my arms fall back to my sides. Everywhere he touched me tingled with new heat as my trembling skin came alive. His arms snaked around my waist and pulled me to him. I felt his hot chest press to my back. I released a small moan as his fingers lightly swept my hair aside and his breath tickled my neck. He kissed my pulse, then moved up to my earlobe, his lips barely a caress. I leaned back, resting my head to his chest. His kisses moved across my jaw. I turned my head and impatiently captured his lips with mine. Steve's mouth burned with the taste of bourbon and exotic cigarettes. I opened my mouth hungrily, playing my tongue against his. My hands found Steve's and moved them up to my breasts. He cupped them, squeezing my ample cleavage. My nipples, already hard from the cold, ached as his palms rubbed them against the damp lace. My body was thawing, passion igniting every nerve. I twisted in his embrace to face him, my lips not leaving his as my fingers fumbled with his belt buckle. As I started to unzip his jeans, Steve pulled back from the kiss, eliciting a moan of frustration from me. I wanted him inside me right now. "You taste like chocolate," he uttered breathlessly. "I want to taste all of you Lily". He lowered himself down my body, his lips brushing between my breasts, and then my stomach. Steve grasped me firmly as he ended up on his knees before me. "Take your bra off," he ordered, his voice thick with lust. I looked down into his normally transparent green eyes; so dark and shiny with need. I licked my tingling lips, tender from the bruising kiss, and reached behind my back to the clasp. I unhooked the white lace and let it hang off my shoulders for a moment, then slide to the floor. The hands that lingered at the top of my jeans swooped back to my pale breasts. My deep blue eyes remained locked to his as he pinched my rigid nipples and toyed with my breasts, massaging them. My breathing quickened as jolts of desire surged between my legs. I sighed with longing as his hands trailed back down my stomach. Steve unbuttoned the fly on my jeans and tugged roughly at the stubborn wet denim. I yelped as he yanked them, complete with my panties, down my legs, almost taking me to the floor with them. He chuckled and kissed my shaky thighs as he helped me step from the heavy Levis and the tangle of lace. His kisses moved from my thighs up to my throbbing pussy. He edged my legs apart as his tongue lathed my shaved mound. Steve's fingers teased my wet lips apart, drawing whimpers from me. I could only hold his head to me as his tongue dipped to join his fingers. I shuddered in bliss as his tongue darted to my clit, gently circling then lapping at my dripping pussy. My knees weakened as his mouth tasted and kissed me, a finger penetrating my tight hole and working in and out of me. His tongue swirled and drank me before returning to torture my swollen clit with light flicks. I squeezed my eyes shut and panted, my ears filled with pounding blood and Steve's slurping. "Steve I'm cumming," I moaned as two of his fingers pumped inside me and his lips sucked on my clit. He thrust harder and I felt myself go; light flashed behind my eye lids and my muscles contracted around his fingers. I was aware that Steve had lowered me to the ground and was licking his way back up my body. I wiped a heavy hand across my eyes and gulped in air. Steve paused at my nipples, sucking and nibbling on them, making me cry out. My whole body was like a live wire that sparked to his touch. His mouth finally found mine. We kissed long and hard, my hands working their way under his t-shirt to knead his muscled back. My legs wrapped around his waist, craving for more; to have him fill me completely. "God Lily you make me so hard," he grunted. His hand moved between us to finish what I had started, releasing his erection. I reached for his cock, moaning in anticipation as I stroked the thick shaft. Steve hissed with pleasure and positioned himself, the glistening head rubbing up and down my pussy. He reared over me and pushed inside. I wrapped my legs tighter, forcing him deeper. He drove into me until his balls slapped against me. My pussy convulsed around his cock, still pulsing from the previous orgasm and building to another. My fingers traced down his spine to clutch his firm butt, as Steve frantically pumped. His arms looped under mine, gripping my shoulders so he could piston in and out, harder and faster. The carpet burned under me as we fucked, but I was only mildly aware of this. Ecstasy overwhelmed me. I cried out, my pussy clenching his cock. Steve's body tensed above me, his muscles beneath my fingers taunt. He powered forward one last time, cumming with a desperate shout. When he had poured himself into me, he collapsed on top of me, spent. Our heavy breathing filled the room, as did the potent smell of sex. I combed my fingers through his hair, languishing in the moment. This time had felt different, no uncertainty. I glanced down at Steve's sweaty face, his breath hot against my flushed breast. I gently disentangled our limbs and rolled him to the floor beside me. I lay empty and used, feeling completely satisfied. A chill pricked at me; my naked body no longer blanketed. Steve sighed, a lazy hand reaching to caress me. I turned on my side and propped myself up on my elbow, my head resting in my hand. I looked down at his clothed body, the t-shirt damp, his jeans and boxers pushed down obscenely. He opened his eyes and let them travel down my body. He placed a hand on the curve of my hip, my milky skin contrasting with his olive tan. "Did you take my key knowing this would happen, even though I said it wouldn't happen again?" I asked huskily, breaking the silence. He splayed his fingers and slid them up to my breast. "Yes." Steve tweaked my sensitive nipple and watched my expression with renewed desire. I swallowed he lump in my throat, conscious of my aching body that seemed torn between needing rest and wanting more. Before his hand could trail lower and grabbed it with my free one, startling him. "Take your clothes off," I ordered quietly. And I learnt how much more he could make my body ache... till the next and the next and the next time. Next Time I hurried out of the building, my cock hard and dripping copious amounts of precum, staining the front of my slacks. I awkwardly attempted to cover myself with my briefcase as my mind raced. "Did that really just happen? Did one of the most powerful industrial giants just use me as his cumslut?" I hailed a taxi and offered a generous tip to get me to my hotel as quickly as possibly. Ten minutes later and $30 poorer, I was safely enclosed in my suite at the Hyatt. I immediately removed my pants and lay down on the bed. My erection hadn't subsided at all. I stroked myself through the material of the thong. Mr. Richards body, his cock, his hands forcing my head down, consumed my thoughts. I pulled the thong back and quickly stroked my cock. On the fifth stroke, I erupted, shooting cum higher than I ever had before. I collected what I could from my stomach and tasted myself for the first time. I savored the second load of cum that I'd had in an hour, in my life. Coming back to reality, I quickly wrote an email to my company, informing them of the good news and that I would have to stay in Denver through the weekend. I knew there would be no problem with this, afterall, I was about to land the largest account my company has ever had. I received a reply expressing my boss's gratitude for my hard work and his empathy for me having to stay over the weekend. He promised that he would make it worth my while. I smiled at that, wondering what he would think of the real reason. Throughout the week, I received several emails from Mr. Richards, asking for clarifications on various points of my proposal. The tone of the emails was completely professional, with no hint as to what had transpired between us. I worked out daily and noticed that I had a new interest in checking out the bodies of men in the gym. I timed my workouts to be at the gym at the busiest times, ensuring that I would have an eyeful for my fantasies later in the evening. On Friday morning, I went shopping for a new pair of panties, wanting to find something just right for my meeting. I finally decided on a pair of black lace boy cuts, which completely covered my cock and balls and hugged my round shapely ass. I bought one size too small and was too preoccupied to make any excuses to the salesgirl. I simply paid and rushed back to the hotel. I modeled for myself in front of the mirror, admiring how the panties clung to my ass, making it fuller and rounder. At 3:45, I was again waiting for Mr. Richards. I could feel myself straining against the new panties and prayed that the receptionist wouldn't notice as she led me into the office. Once again, I felt very feminine in the overtly masculine room. The receptionist left me at the door and closed it behind her. "Lock that door." I heard from across the room. I quickly obeyed. "Now strip, let's see what you wore for me today." I started to slowly remove my clothes, taking my time, doing my best to be sexy for him. I turned around and slipped my pants off, bending over to remove them from my legs, and giving Mr. Richards a long view of my ass and balls encased in the silky panties. "Come here." I started to walk towards him. "On your knees!" I knelt on the floor and slowly crawled around his desk. I knelt before him, looking up in his eyes. Once again, just the smell of his cologne caused me to swoon and slightly loose my balance. His strong arms caught me and held me in position. I looked at him again and he nodded. I unbuckled his belt, feeling the throbbing in his pants as if his cock were its own being, demanding release. I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, then looked pleadingly up at my new Master. I wanted all of his cock, not just what I could reach through the zipper. He nodded his assent and raised his ass off the chair. I quickly slid the pants down, bringing his underwear with them. His cock jumped out, fully erect, 7 hard inches, precum already pooling at the tip. My first instinct was to swallow his monster, but I felt more confident my second time. I held his cock in my left hand, slightly pushing up so his foreskin remained over the tip of his pink head. As I bent my head to take each ball in my mouth, I hoped that my plan would work...that the precum would gather on his head and under the foreskin, giving me a tasty treat when I finally worked my way up. His hair tickled my cheek, as I took each ball in my mouth and rolled it around, loving the silky feeling of his scrotum and the hard lump in the middle. I tried to take both in, but they were so big, I had to be satisfied with one at a time. His intercom buzzed. I looked up scared, but his eyes told me to stay where I was. "Yes?" "Mr. Richards, I'm leaving for the weekend, will there be anything else?" "No Monica, you can go. Have a nice weekend." I moved down from his balls, softly licking towards his ass. His aroma was stronger here, the taste of sweat bitter on my tongue, but I eagerly breathed in and used my tongue to clean him. I felt him bend over and his hand reached my ass. A soft moan escaped from our mouths simultaneously as his finger lightly traced along my crack. He quickly pulled my head back with his other hand and I found his cock, now shiny with precum pointed at my mouth. I slid my tongue again between the head and the foreskin, capturing his essence, savoring it. The taste activated my saliva glands and I drooled over the head of the manly cock in front of me. My mouth covered the head and I slowly began my descent. The foreskin gave way as he entered my mouth. I took about 4 inches in this time. I could already feel him at the back of my throat. I moaned around his cock and felt it jump. I stayed on my knees, slowly pumping him in and out of my slutty little mouth. I wished that I had lipstick to display my progress. He allowed me to indulge myself for a few minutes, then gently but insistently pulled me up. He bent me over his desk, my ass now sticking out seductively. I had never been fucked before, but I knew that I wanted this more than anything. I wanted to be his woman, his slut, his bitch. I wanted to feel his hardness enter me and possess me. I would do anything for this man. He rubbed my ass in ever smaller circles, finally pressing the silk panties towards my...god, I was thinking of it as my pussy. He gently lifted my hips and slowly removed my panties, exposing my ass to him for the first time. I heard a drawer open and a few seconds later, the coldness of lubrication began it's journey down my crack. "Spread your cheeks for me," he softly commanded. My cock and balls felt crushed against his desk as I moved my hands to my ass, slowly spreading and giving myself to my new man. He placed a finger against me, teasing the outer ring before beginning to slowly push its way in. I gasped and felt my ass clench on his finger. "So tight," he sighed and pushed his finger the rest of the way in. He waited a moment for me to adjust and then began to slowly finger fuck me. By the fourth or fifth stroke, I was pushing my ass back to meet him. He added a second finger, then a third, stretching my ass, preparing my pussy to accept him. Suddenly, he pulled out, leaving me with a feeling of emptiness and a desire to be filled. I tensed as he stood behind me. I felt his cock rubbing along my groove. He leaned over and whispered, "Just relax, you're going to love this." I tried to relax as he lined up with my hole, but the initial pain of penetration caused me to clench on his head. He held still, caressing my back, allowing me to become accustomed to his girth. I willed myself to relax, needed to feel him take me, to shove himself deep within me and possess me. When he felt me relax, the pressure increased and I felt his cock slide deeper inside me. This time he kept moving until I felt his pubic hair and balls resting against me. "Mmmmmm," I moaned, the pressure on my prostate causing a little surge of cum to spill onto the desk. He obviously took this as a sign to continue and began to withdraw. He pulled all the way out of me and then quickly split my ass again as he bottomed out in my ass. On the next withdrawal, I was ready and when he began to plunge again, I pushed my ass back to meet him. He then placed his hands on my hips and began fucking me with hard fast strokes. "You like being my little sissy, don't you?" He gasped, flexing his cock inside me. "Yes, sir. Please fuck me, make me your little sissy." I moaned, completely absorbed in the fucking I was receiving. "You want to be my sissy? You want me to dress you up? Tell me how much you want me, you slut." "Oh my god, sir. I will do anything for you, just please keep fucking me." I felt his cock pulse and immediately felt his hot cum fill my ass. I could hear it as he continued to fuck me, in and out, a little slower each time. When he finally pulled out. He grabbed me and pushed me to my knees. "Stroke yourself as you clean my cock," he said, watching as my hand went to my cock and my mouth neared his. I could taste myself on him, pungent, but not unpleasant. My hand blurred up and down my cock. I leaned back and with a gasp shot my load all over the wooden floors. Without a word, I bent over and licked my cum from his floor. "Come, get dressed." He said, tossing me my panties. "You have blocked off this weekend for me, haven't you?" "Yes Sir." I said, scrambling to get dressed, still glowing from the knowledge that I had pleased my man. Next Time I don't switch. Seriously. I never switch. Don't get me wrong, I'm not the kind of woman who always has to be on top. I certainly enjoy being taken on occasion, but I just don't -- ever -- let myself be topped. So why the hell was I naked and kneeling in his bedroom? He had asked and it just seemed reasonable at the time. This will teach me to agree to things while still basking in the afterglow. It's not that I don't trust him. I actually do, crazy as that seems. I never trust people this much. I didn't know him all that well, but I knew he wouldn't make me do anything I didn't really want to do and I really did trust him to make this a good experience. So, why was I freaking out? It's not like it hadn't been a good evening so far. We went out, had some dinner, took a stroll down by the waterfront and generally had a really good time. Then he'd asked. Last time we were together he let me run wild. I got to be my full on domme self and he was the perfect submissive. He was able to let go and give me complete control, complete trust. It was amazing. That he wanted me to return the favor was totally reasonable. And it wasn't even that I was worried about the pain. In fact, I was rather looking forward to that. So what the hell was I so worried about. It was during that thought that he walked into the room. My face must have betrayed my inner monologue because he asked, "You having second thoughts?" "You could say that," I sheepishly said into the floor. I looked up at him. He was leaning against the door frame, the light from the hall silhouetting the luscious curve of his body. Damn, I wanted him, wanted to please him. Stupid hormones. He crossed his arms and sighed softly, "If you're really uncomfortable we don't have to do this. It's not any fun if you don't enjoy it." "No, I want to," I said half to myself. "I'm just scared." "Of me?" he asked carefully. "Of me." Where had that come from? "I don't know...I...ugg" I grumbled, rather disgusted with myself. He crossed over to me and sunk cross-legged to the floor. He looked at me and just waited patiently, silently asking me to elaborate. Great. If I don't know what I think how am I supposed to explain it to him? After a good while of racking my brain, trying to figure out why it was rebelling, I shrugged and said, "I'm afraid of what I might find down the rabbit hole." He reached callused fingers to stroke my cheek, "I'll catch you." "Promise?" I asked tentatively. "I will never let you fall." And something in my brain broke and I trusted him utterly. In that moment I knew I would let him do anything. That realization must have reflected in my face because, without a word, he stood up and moved behind me. Still staring at the floor, I heard him open a drawer and rummage about. The drawer closed and I heard soft feet on the carpet coming back to me. "Stand. Arms at your sides." I did. I felt cool, slick fabric being drawn across my back. My breath caught in my throat as dark silk covered my eyes, shutting out the light. It must have been a scarf, because he used the long ends to tie my hair up off my back. His hands moved to gently caress my bare neck. His breath tickled as he planted the softest of kisses along my shoulder. One hand slid around my waist to rest beneath my breasts while the other traced its way down my back to cup my derriere. There, his fingers dug in hard, painfully so, while the other hand held me still -- all while still giving my neck the softest of butterfly kisses. A slow warmth crept through me, flushing from my cheeks to my thighs. He moved from me and I heard a small metallic sound. I stood as still as I could, trying not to betray just how aroused I already was. I could feel him in front of me, but he said nothing. My cheeks burned hotter knowing that he must be there, staring at me as my every though reflected in my face and body. After some time, a hand violently tweaked one nipple and then the other. I gasped in pain. A hand cupped a breast, kneading gently, and suddenly a clamp painfully squeezed one nipple and then the other. I tried not to grimace. How many times had I done just this to someone else? Somewhere a bottom was laughing at me. My nipples screamed as small weights were attached. As I struggled to catch my breath he moved behind me and grabbed my wrists, bringing them together in the small of my back. I felt them being strapped into heavy leather cuffs. There would be no soft fur lining for me today. I liked it. A hand grasped me hard around the back of my neck and roughly turned me around. A well placed shove sent me sprawling face first onto the bed. His hands positioned me so that I was bent ninety degrees at the waist, my head and torso resting on the bed, but my legs and hips hanging off the edge, ass in the air. This felt oddly familiar -- once again, somewhere a bottom was laughing. With a swish of air, a smack fell on my ass. I gasped as the force if it pressed my clamped nipples painfully into the bed. I wriggled and shifted, finally arching my back out to keep my nipples off the bed. A hand pressed down on my back, forcing my chest into the bed. His voiced hissed in my ear, "You will take your pain and you will like it!" I began to shudder uncontrollably. He gave me a few moments to regain composure before another heavy blow fell. I struggled and failed to let my thighs take the weight of it. Then another smack landed, and another. Each blow forcing small gasps and cries out of my throat. Soon the blows fell like rain. I felt like my entire body was on fire. Beyond thought, I screamed and cried and begged. And as suddenly as they began, the blows stopped. His hand made soothing caresses across the red and burning flesh of my bottom as he made quiet assurances. A hand moved to stroke my back and he laid small kisses up my spine. His other hand moved to lower things. His fingers parted my folds, letting the wetness gush out and irrevocably betraying my arousal. I shuddered and gasped as his fingers found my clit, massaging with maddening gentleness. I moaned helplessly as his fingers pushed into me. Of their own accord my hips pushed outward, demanding more. This earned me another slap on the ass. Awash in sensation, I found myself standing up again with no idea how I got that way. I felt fingers in my hair and the blindfold fell away. He stood just inches before me, terrifying and beautiful. He grabbed the back of my head and kissed me hard, forcing my grateful mouth open to him. His kiss seared into me, driving the air from my lungs and claiming me utterly. My head spun as he broke away and I struggled to remain upright. He moved away again and I hear that drawer open. Then I heard the unmistakable sound of a knife being drawn from a sheath. I began to quiver and fought for each breath. He walked in front of me and crossed his arms. In his right hand he held a small and wickedly sharp dagger. I tried in vain to stop shaking. He moved towards me until he stood mere inches away. He twisted the dagger in the air before me, showing me its edge. "Do you trust me?" I swallowed hard, my throat suddenly gone dry. I looked into his eyes and saw danger. I should have been afraid and I was, but I was also as wet as I had ever been. I nodded. "Stand very, very still." He moved closer still and ran the flat of the blade across the upper swell of a breast, as if shaving it. The blade was cold and I struggled to keep myself from moving. If I faltered the blade would cut me, but not if I stood perfectly still. An utterly wicked smile spread across his lips and while one hand held the blade to my chest, the other moved between my legs. My pulse thundered in my ears as his fingers moved within me. It took every ounce of concentration I possessed to keep myself from bucking against him. All the while his eyes held mine in the most intimate grip of all. Tears streamed down my face as my climax approached. I screamed as the orgasm ripped through me. It felt as if the whole world had shifted. When my senses returned, the knife was gone but a tiny red line across my breast wept a single drop of blood. He gently removed the nipple clamps and a grimaced as the blood flowed back into them. Then he reached behind me and released my wrists from their cuffs. He cupped my face in his hands and laid his forehead against mine. "Thank-you," he whispered. As my knees finally gave out I reached for him. He held me hard as my body was wracked with uncontrollable sobs. I cried for what felt like hours, and then there was nothing left. I was clean. Somewhere a bottom was smiling at me.