Page 65 of Dean's Delinquent

Taking a step back toward Ashleigh, I hold the knife up to her eye line. “I suggest you don’t move if you don’t want me to cut you. I’m not as precise as Andrew. I’m far more skilled with other implements as you can attest to.”

Her breasts heave, making them swell out of the lacy cups as I drag the dull back edge of the knife down her sternum and to the front where the smallest bit of fabric brings it together. Can I hold back enough to teach her this lesson?

For the first time since I’ve discovered my discipline kink, a session will probably be far harder on me than it will be for the recipient. It’s as if I’ve been able to hold back on these years, waiting for someone like her, someone like my Ashleigh.

Now that I have her, it’s taking everything not to just throw everything aside for just a few hours and luxuriate in the feel of her body under mine. There will be time later for punishment. Right?

Unfortunately, I know I’ll need to do this sooner rather than later. That’s the problem with someone like her, someone with more spirit than sense. If I give into my baser urges, all it will do is teach her that she can lead me about by my balls.

For her safety, more than anything, I need to disabuse her of that notion. Besides, a little rough foreplay never hurt anyone.

My lips tip into a wicked slash as I bring the sharp edge up through the fabric. This sound of expensive cloth rending under the blade screeches in the night, filling the silence. Her harsh gasps flood my ears, drowning out my own heartbeat.

All I can hear is her. All I can feel is the softness of her silky skin under my fingertips. All I can smell is the scent of her arousal as she squirms beneath me.

Making quick work of the straps, I yank the mangled bra off of her and toss it to the ground. No sense worrying what happens to it now. Bending low, I ease the tip downward, dragging it across the soft expanse of her stomach until it reaches the band.

Every inch of her quivers as she pulls taut. Despite the cold, sweat beads on her skin as she strains against me. Soon, my little fae. Soon.

Even now, her thong is soaked, turning the light fabric nearly translucent. It sticks to her skin, plastered to her as if a part of her body. The curve and swell of her puffy lower lips press hard against the cloth, tempting me, tantalizing me. In that moment, I know I’m smitten.

There will be no coming back from this. Not now. Not ever.

My own breath sounds harsh and guttural to my ears as I ease the blade up one hip then the other until I can easily yank the fabric from her, leaving her exposed to my hungry gaze. Damp crisp hairs line the length of her pussy in a neatly shaved pattern, highlighting her lips.

Not that I would ever need a guide to traverse her body. Though this is my first time touching her quite this intimately, I feel as if every inch of her is emblazoned in my brain. Dipping my head down, I set the knife on the ground and run my nose along her lower lips, drinking in the scent of her until it’s a part of me.

Ashleigh’s body shakes with need as I take my time, drawing out this moment between us. Pleasure can most certainly be pain, and with me, she will need to learn sooner rather than later that I control every bit of this. I will always control this and her.

Snaking out my tongue, I lap at her clit as my eyes cross at the tangy taste of arousal. It’s one thing to lick it off of my fingers, but it’s something else completely to drink from her directly. Her pussy is warm and inviting, a sharp contrast to the gathering chill.

The more I tease her, the more she drips on my chin and mouth until I’m a coated mess. Enough of this. Gripping my fingers into her ass cheeks, I pry her open even more and feast from her, forcing my tongue into her welcoming heat. Her moans are feral as she quivers around me.

I’m sure Doctor Andrew is bored with all of this, but I don’t give two shits about him right now. He’s had his submissive for a bit. This is my first time truly indulging. Once he’s done trussing my girl up, he’ll be free to do whatever the fuck he wants.

“I know you want to come, Ashleigh,” I growl against her slick flesh. “I can feel it in every quiver of your body, taste it as I eat you out. But you’re not going to come. I won’t allow it. Not yet, anyway.”

Pulling back, I stand up so I can look at her, forcing her gaze to lock onto mine as I rub my hand back and forth over her clit and lower lips. The need is so stark, so evident in her gaze as she rocks back and forth with me, whimpering in an incoherent manner.

Smack.

Wetness coats my fingers as I bring them up against her pussy in a sharp blow.

A whimper. A moan. A shudder.

Smack.

I strike her harder this time, memorizing her body’s reactions, feeling each jerk as it ripples through her.

Smack.

Perfection.

Smack.

Immaculate.

Smack.

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