Page 41 of My Turn Petal
I nod, enjoying being under his trailing gaze that I know is drinking me in.
“What do you see?” I ask, needing to know although I can guess, yet I want to hear him.
The visor is closed and all I see is a black helmet staring back at me.
He tilts his head from the blade, “I stare at your taut nipples, wishing they were inside my mouth,” he pauses for a long moment before he speaks again, “Now I stare into your dilated pupils.”
“Did you take off your shirt for me?” I ask.
A muffled chuckle fills his helmet, “You can’t see my face, so I can at least make sure you have a nice view.”
“It is more than nice,” I let the tip of my tongue play seductively with the corner of my mouth. “It’s fucking delicious.”
He dips the knife inside the water and moves it along my thigh. “Are you flirting with me?
“Claro que sí,” I answer teasingly.
He puffs his chest, every vein catches my attention as my eyes rove all over him.
“Una preciosidad.”
“What is that mean?” I ask as he keeps hypnotizing me with the little that he does.
He drags the tip of the knife up to my breasts, teasing my areolas and eliciting a soft moan into the air. “I’ll tell you one day. Now take your vibrator and insert the tip inside your pussy.”
“Theo, I’m not sure—”
“Shh, I’m here with you.” His large palm cups my cheek and I lean against it. “I don’t want you to get it inside just enjoy the feel of it being there right now.”
I do as he says, nodding in acceptance and lining the smaller-width one I have in my opening.
I feel a slight resistance within my walls and I only manage to get the tip in. Maybe it’s me that prevents myself at this point. I don’t know. I am more calm than usual and that’s what I do know.
I know he’s being considerate like this for me. For my sake, before I pass out—it never happened, but I had close calls several times. The venomous thoughts start to infect my system and that stresses me out.
“Put the suction toy on your clit and distract that precious mind.”
I bend my knees, the toy is working on my clit while I play with the turned-off vibrator, loving the combined sensation—I already tried that before.
“I-it feels so good.” I moan the words out and my grip on the device intensifies.
Theo glides the cold metal of the blade down my abdomen, circling my hips and inching close to my crotch.
My eyes roll in place.
“The sense of danger turns you on, petal?” he retracts abruptly but slips it again in the same direction.
“Y-yes.” I purr, nipping my bottom lip.
“Remove the vibrator.”
“What? No!” I open my eyes.
“Do it. Now.” He repeats his first instruction.
Pouting my lips in disapproval, I stop the device.
He presses the handle of the knife on my clit and delicately runs it up and down, extracting erotic noises from my throat like I’m his instrument, and through me, he composes his song.
