The edge of the knife glided slowly down her cheek. She quivered but dared not move as her captor gruffly murmured, “Is there anyone else here?”
She shook her head, unable to answer due to the tape across her mouth. His tone grew harsh as he grabbed a handful of her hair and jerked her head back so he could look into her terrified eyes. “If you’re lying to me you’re dead and so are they. Do you believe me?”
She nodded as her nostrils flared in fear. He smiled without humor and released her head.
“Good, “ he said, “very good.” He idly ran the dull side of the butcher knife across her throat, closely watching her reaction.
She shuddered and closed her eyes so she wouldn’t have to look at him.
He seized her chin in his free hand and squeezed hard enough to bruise her face. He snapped at her, “Keep your eyes open. I want you to watch. Understand?”
She nodded, her eyes shifting from his face to the knife held so close to her jugular. He followed her gaze.
“You like this, eh?” He held the knife up, turning it so the blade caught the light. “It’s a very handy tool and available in most households. You have expensive tastes; this one is the best I’ve seen. I may take it with me when I leave.”
She shook her head vehemently.
“You don’t like that idea, eh? You don’t want me to leave?” His smile was predatory as he watched her eyes dart from his face to the knife. “A present from your devoted husband, perhaps? It must be quite a knife. Let’s test it, shall we?”
She stood as still as possible as he used her best kitchen knife to pop the buttons off her blouse. He pulled the shirt off her shoulders and down her arms, unable to remove it completely because he had her handcuffed to one of the stair balusters.
“Hmm, nice,” he murmured as he admired the lacy peach bra she was wearing. He slipped the knife under one of the straps and sliced through it. “I hope you wore it for me.”
He quickly cut the other one, releasing her breasts from their constraints. He squeezed one of them, pinching her nipple until she squeaked. His eyes never left her face; he was more interested in her reaction than her breast.
He nodded in satisfaction and released it. He used the knife to slice through the band holding the bra in place. It fell to the floor, unnoticed by both of them.
He drew the knife up her chest toward her throat. She whimpered as blood welled to the surface and crimson drops ran down her pristine skin.
“You remember your safe word, don’t you? Don’t be afraid to say it at any time.” He chuckled as he tapped the silver tape covering her lips. “Or maybe not.”
Ooh, creepy and sinister. And scary. Unless the safe word is more a mumble than an actual word, she’s in big trouble. Good story!
There are ways to indicate a safe word if submissive is gagged but I’m not sure if she actually has one or if it’s just another way for him to toy with her.
Very scary even with the safe word. He’s enjoying so much I think he might just ignore it. This truly is a spine-tingling tale.
Thanks, Rachel. If this were a true D/s scene then he wouldn’t ignore her safe word but the question left up to the reader is are they playing or aren’t they?
Oh, I so hope they’re playing. Think so, especially when he asks if knife is a present from her “devoted” husband. That’s him, right? *shudder*
Scary, scary. And quite a good story to read before Halloween.
I honestly can’t tell you, Marisa, if he’s the husband or not. The story came to me fully formed and I made very little changes from my first draft. It’s a bit of a departure from my usual stories but thought it the perfect post before Halloween.
I’m sure this is somebody’s fetish. In fact, I may have dated her. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen her in a couple years…
Now you’re scaring me, John, especially since I remember an invitation to your house to watch horror movies & mention was made of gagging me.
LMAO
*shudder* Okay, you scared me.
Really? I thought it was pretty tame compared to some of my usual “horror” stories. Less must be more in this case.
I believe Rachel said it best – spine-tingling. Fantastically scary tale for Halloween.
Thanks, Deanna.
I hope the safeword is a tune she can hum.
The frantic sensation was really well presented.
Thanks, Tony.
I’m a bit of a freak myself, so I found this more hot than scary. Well-done.
I’m with you, Raven.
I haven’t done edge play but some of this was taken from a real scene I participated in.
Oh yeah, that was cool. Excellent reveal at the end letting us know there may be a safe word. Very cool piece.
Thanks, Christopher.
Very Scary Vandamir.
When my wife and I played this game it all went so horribly wrong, (the handcuffs scraped a huge piuece of paint from the stair baluster)
Thanks, Steve.
My handcuffs kept coming undone. LOL!
This one almost made me scream right out loud. Terrifying. Thats taking light bondage a bit too far for my tastes.
LOL! Yeah, edge play isn’t for everyone. I’m fascinated with blades and can certainly see myself employing them in a scene but not drawing blood (mainly because I don’t heal well).
Very interesting story; I like the way that you don’t quite reveal whether it’s really play with a safe word or not.
This is a chilling tale Vandamir. What was the safe word, I wonder? Did she use it? Did her care? Chillingly done.
Nice! Uber-creepy. And I don’t think he’s too keen on listening for that safe word.