Page 43 of My Turn Petal
The metal of the knife meets my skin and he drags it before…
SMACK.
Another moan fleets the air as my brain processes what he does to me. His sensuous voice cloaks me. And the fact he turned rough and demanding turns me on even more.
“Say. It.” He orders again.
SMACK.
SMACK.
I gasp, “I’m a good girl.”
SMACK.
His palm collides with my ass and creates a vicious sound against my skin.
“You are,” he brushes my ass lightly, “When you obey, you are. Such. A good girl.”
The metal of the knife returns to cool my heated flesh and slithers across my ass. He uses it so delicately, not to harm my flesh, but to thrill my body.
It sends pulses that explode all over.
The tip of the knife meets my spine and Theo drags it along. Slowly. Carefully. Until it reaches my gaped ass cheeks.
“Y-yes.” I feel like if there was no water inside the bath, I would be dripping and he would’ve seen how much he arouses me.
He puts the knife away and lets his palms clash with my ass cheeks. Each gets firm squeezes and an erotic massage that is making my clit rage with the lack of attention.
For long minutes I’m under this divine sensation.
I shove my ass farther into his palms, loving the way he holds my ass with such attentiveness, yet a hard grip as he continues to pleasure me.
His fingers slip down, grazing my pussy but not quite.
Teasing me.
Arousing me.
Tempting me.
He lures my craving body to accept and yearn for the feel of his touch.
His hands roam upward, rolling and kneading my hips thoroughly before they glide along the side of my frame and cup my breasts.
He rubs my hard nipples in circles, repeatedly, and then I buck up when he pinches them hard and rubs them again.
My wet body stains his sweats while his stiffness is planted between my buttocks and my limbs are starting to feel like jelly.
“Ahh,” I moan as he pinches my nipples again.
I bite my lip as he retrieves the knife and lets the handle run along my hand, from inside the water up to my shoulder.
His legs are dropped inside the tub to either side of me. His heated body is around mine, not his weight, just his presence.
In a swift movement, with a hard pull, he tilts my face backward. The desire that reflects through my eyes encounters his visor. Theo’s hand brushes my hair and moves to slant my jaw.
The glint of the knife in between his fingers crosses my peripheral.
