Page 10 of Hearts Etched in Glass
Fear blooms in my chest as I begin to panic.
His eyes flare with a masochistic intent as his smile widens.
“No!” I shout.
“Come on now, love. If you can’t cut me, then don’t cut yourself.” His tone is teasing, as he outstretches his arm. Lazily, beckoning me to give him the knife.
I place it gracefully into his hand, as he analyzes the tiny drops of blood on it. Embarrassment heats my cheeks as we stare at one another. A challenginggleam flashes in his eyes, as he outstretches his tongue and slowly, seductively licks my blood off the blade, his tongue trailing up, as he peers at me with the side of his eye, then gives me a wink. My core tightens and I feel so mental to find his action arousing versus ghastly.
Then he bends forward on his knees as he takes the tip of the knife and gently places it under my chin.
“Never again darling. Do you understand?” His tone is deadly, but the words caress my skin causing my skin to shiver. The knife is delicately perched under my chin, when he leans in, cheek to cheek.
“I don’t do drugs, and you don’tever, do that, again. Understand?” The whispered words slide into my ear and cause a flurry of warmth in my lower abdomen.
“Yes,” I mutter as my skin prickles with anticipation.
He sits back on his heels, assessing me. Cocking his stunning face to the side as my breath hitches.
“Naughty, naughty girl, Tilly darling,” he says, removing the blade from my mandible and slowly tracing the dull side, down my torso and to the end of my bunched skirt. My eyes widen as he uses the knife to hike up the fabric, exposing my undergarments. Thenhe takes the flat portion of the knife and gently slaps my core, causing a jolt of pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I whisper.
“Look at how wet you are. You’re completely soaked.” He moves the knife away from my center and takes his middle finger, stroking the outside of my undergarment. My heels dig into the wooden floor, then I watch as Bobby slides my panties to the side, exposing my skin.
Taking the blunt side of the knife, he places it on my clit, moving it back and forth. Each stride causes electricity to dance across my nerves, as warmth spreads across my body. Air catches in my lungs as my breathing picks up.
“Are you alright, darling?” He asks sweetly and I nod breathlessly as he continues caressing my clit with the knife.
A small knock comes from my door as Marcus’s head peeks through. When his gaze follows Bobby’s actions, his eyebrows reach his forehead and his mouth falls open.
“Oh-Oh, I’m interrupting. I’ll go,” Marcus says as Bobby lifts his arm up towards him.
“Marcus, darling stay. Go downstairs and get some whiskey. Then you’re going to sit in that chair and watch. Do it swiftly. Now, be a good boy and follow orders.” Bobby looks up at him, giving a seductive wink, before Marcus retreats to the kitchen.
“Will you agree to that? To Marcus watching? Watching as I do depraved things to you, my beautiful. Naughty. Soaked slut.” Bobby leans in, murmuring softly into my ear, then carefully slaps the side of the blade onto my core. My body trembles in need as Bobby assesses me with a hungry gaze. Between his words and his actions and now the prospect of having an audience, I may melt onto the floor. I feel conflicted from being so, so-well I don’t know what to call this.
“It feels wrong to like it,” I mutter, my eyes searching his. He gives me a halfcocked smile.
“Well, my love, you are so aroused by the idea.” He trails a finger, bringing it up to show my arousal slicking his skin. “There is nothing wrong with having a kink. I won’t shame you darling and I think you like the idea of knife play and a little exhibitionism. I also believe you need some extra love and attention. If you need any approval, you have mine.So, let’s play.”
“Fuck.” The word slips out like a gasp.
Marcus returns to the room, with a glass in one hand and the bottle of whiskey in the other. He takes a long draw from the bottle, then sits on the chair next to us. His knees wide, as a single finger taps the tumbler.
“Well, let’s get on with the show, shall we?” Marcus drawls from the corner with a halfcocked smile.
Bobby gives a small chuckle, gently pulling on my calves and instructing me to lay on the floor flat so he may play some more. He turns me, “Open for me darling. Show Marcus how beautiful you are.” I can’t help but feel exposed and nervous, but I spread my legs for him. Feeling the heat from Marcus’s gaze in the corner.
“Marcus, did you know that Tilly ordered me to not have intercourse with her, and that I could not touch her for a month? Ghastly, isn’t it? She discussed that I need to be clean for a month. So, no sex in order to break my dirty habit, but she never said inanimate objects couldn’t touch her.” Bobby begins to slice open the front of my shirt, exposing my lace covered chest. He reaches for my brassier, cutting through the small piece of fabric holding together the cups of my bra.
“Safe word if you need, darling. Remember? Poppies.” I nod feverishly, anticipation thrumming in my veins as my clothing falls open. The cool air kisses my skin as my breasts ache to be touched.
“Marcus, our girl was very naughty. You see she was cutting herself when I came in here. For some reason she was thinking her worth really low and that we didn't deserve her. That’s not right, is it?” Bobby places the dull side of the knife on my nipple, tapping the cold blade on the sensitive skin.
“No. Oh, no. That’s not right to have them thoughts Til. You know you’re special to us love. How dare you have those thoughts.” Marcus retorts and I hear him take a gulp.
“This feels wrong,” I whisper to Bobby as I lay on the floor staring back at the ceiling, my body pulsing with need as I feel Bobby’s other hand caressing my inner thigh. I fling my arm across my eyes and whine. I can feel two fingers tracing some of my scars tenderly, as he trails higher and higher up my skin.
