Last night...

We were sitting on the couch, she was on my lap curled into me as I held her. We were talking. I had a knife.

I flicked the knife open and moved the blade towards her face. She held still like a good girl, trusting me with her very life. We have a trust like that, its amazing. I held the point of the knife under her eye and started talking to her.

“I think Im going to carve you up tonight.” She inhaled sharply but her face didnt move. “See, the way it works is if I carve your face up you will be all ugly and hideous on the outside and no one will want you. Only I will know how beautiful you are on the inside and you will be mine forever. It doesnt matter to me what you look like on the outside, I know you.”

Her eyes shone with a level and type of love that I havent known before in my life. I honestly believed at that moment that she would let me carve her face up and keep her forever. I closed the knife, the temptation was becoming too strong for me. I love walking the edge with her but I know better than to actually put even one toe into the abyss. There lies darkness.

I ran my hands through her hair and held on to the long hair in the back. I pulled her head back, exposing her throat to me. I love her throat, it makes me want to feed. I nuzzled it with my nose and brushed it with my lips, feeling her heartbeat speed up against both my lips and my chest. I love the effect I can have on her.

I pushed her head towards mine and looked into her eyes. She gazed straight through to my soul and I immediately fell in love with her all over again. So, like most things I love, I decided to scare her more. I started touching her face with my free hand, stroking her cheeks and face.

“You know,” I whispered to her “they say the tastiest meat is always in the cheeks.” Another intake of breath as I moved her face towards mine. “I dont really need the knife, I could always just eat your face.” I sank my teeth lightly into the meat of her cheek, not biting too hard but hard enough to let her know I was really thinking of eating her face. I moved my mouth over her face, biting different parts of it and listening to her breathing become ragged and uneven. After a few bites she was breathing the way she does when I fuck her. I debated telling her to come for me, I knew she would, she’s a good girl. But I decided she was going to wait.

I bit my way across her face and, using her hair, I pushed her mouth onto mine hard. We kissed, our tongues dancing and touching. I licked her lips, hearing a slight moan when I did. I enjoy the fact that this girl becomes my puppet with very little effort on my part. I kissed my way down her neck, nibbling and then biting her collarbones, leaving teethmarks. I like marking my property, and hearing it moan when I mark it.

We are always looking for new things to do, she and I. Lately we have discovered a form of trampling. I put her on the floor and hovered my size 18 combat boot directly over her face. The urge to push my foot downward was great but again, she doesnt always get what she wants right off the bat. Instead, I moved down and stepped on her thighs. I used a surprising amount of my weight pushing the boot into her thighs, the look on her face showed me perfectly when it was getting to be too much. I pulled some weight off of her and began slowly grinding my foot back and forth across her thighs, mashing and pushing on the muscles and skin. The noises she made were wonderful.

I moved upwards to her beautiful breasts, pushing and moving them about with the toe of my boot. This made her giggle and as she did I ground my foot into her. The giggle ended with a gasp that went right to my soul. Such sweet music to my ears.

Down my foot traveled. Down to her wonderful pussy. I drew my foot back very far like I was about to kick a soccer ball and a look of exquisite fear crossed her face. Immediately her legs closed and she said “That scares me.”

“To be fair, it sort of scares me too. Its really hard not to just kick the shit out of you, I love you so much.” I told her, watching her face change from fear to bliss as I told her I loved her. Down my foot went and the fear came back as I pushed her entire body around by the pussy with my foot.

Kicks and shoves had her rolling around within a few minutes so I decided she had earned it. I stepped up towards her head and lowered my boot onto her face. My heart sped up and I concentrated on not squishing her like a bug. More and more interesting noises came out of her and suddenly I was so turned on I had to have her.

I reached down and grabbed her. I shoved her upright and then pushed her over the arm of the couch. Im not gentle with her when I want her, if I ever was she would think something was wrong with me.

One finger entered her and was quickly joined by a second. In and out, harder and harder I fucked my property. A third finger. Then I leaned over her and said into her ear “Im going to rip you open tonight.” and a fourth finger went in.

It was a very tight fit but she was really wet. I fucked harder and harder, driving the occasional knee into her thigh or ass. Im a little embarrassed to admit it, but I was having such a good time I completely forgot to give her permission to orgasm. For a long time. At one point I remember wondering if she was ever going to. I was caught up in the fog of fucking her and completely forgot. She is such a good girl that she held off and didnt come. It amazes me now to think about that, I was pretty much fucking for all I was worth.

After a few minutes I gave her a bit of a break and she commented that she really wanted to come. I came very close to laughing out loud when I realized why she hadnt. I loved it. The sadist in me was euphoric at my unintentional torture of her.

Fingers were inserted again and after a few minutes I gave her permission to come. She did immediately, again and again. Like I said, she is a very good girl. Then her nose started bleeding. I grabbed a couple of kleenex and passed them to her but didnt stop fucking her. She bled into the tissue and later gave it to me, Im looking at it now.

After a while she was back on the floor. Im not really sure how she got there. It was very close to time for me to leave her and we both knew it. She sprang to her feet and yanked her panties off and presented them to me. I took them and told her that if she could jump up like that we werent done fucking. She tried to protest that she just really wanted me to have them, but she did so while her head was being pushed back down into the couch. After two or three quick orgasms she told me that she was seriously done. She doesnt say that unless she means it, so I pulled her pants up and hugged her close to me.

We were both breathing hard and sweating. It was delicious. We shared a long hug and a few kisses and I offered to let her lay back down on the couch and I would see myself out. She wasnt having it. She walked me to the door and we kissed a little more and I promised to be careful and text her when I got home.

I did.