Originally Posted by
tessa
Ok, I stole everyone's wonderful ideas and suggestions and I hope I incorporated them properly. If not, I have this feeling that someone will assist me in making it proper...well, proper as it applies to erotica. Thanks for all the help, y'all! :)
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I threw her a good distance across the room and onto the bed. She landed on her back, but quickly scrambled onto her stomach, trying to slide herself across to the other side. She moved fast, but I was quicker. Pouncing on top of her, I caught her arm, pinning it behind her back. Her writhing body under mine felt so good. I forced my legs between her kicking ones and spread them wide, then pushed her face down in the pillow.
She laughed. It was one of those hysterical-like sounds, but with an edge of darkness to it that fueled me. Wanting to feel her struggle, I loosened my hold on her arms just enough. She didn’t disappoint. If I’d not expected it, her elbow would have made direct contact with my ribcage. That wicked laugh bubbled up from her as I pinned her down once more. I leaned forward, getting my mouth extremely close to her ear.
“’What am I going to do about it?’ That’s what you wanted to know? Let me show you what I’m going to do about it, bitch.” My words made her squirm even more.
I felt alive, more so than I had in a very long time. My body pressed hers into the bed as I moved one hand off her neck to reach between our bodies. I pulled her skirt up over her ass, letting it bunch up between us. Smiling to myself as I firmly grasped the lace, I very deliberately wiggled the panties between the crack of her ass, making sure she especially felt that last hard tug. Admiring the image that created, I caressed those firm mounds of flesh.
“You dared come to me wearing panties?” I kept my voice low and very deep.
She laughed again, mocking slightly. “These are my favorite panties. I like them so I wore them.” Her defiance covered each word she spoke.
Letting my hand trail up her side first, I reached out towards the nightstand. She turned her head to the side and followed the movement of my hand. With a smile on my face, I picked up the knife, clicked it open and let the light from the lamp glance off the blade. She stopped laughing. Her gasp of surprise sounded as sweet as her wild giggle.
“I suggest you stay very, very still.” Her body shook beneath mine as I spoke.
Always thinking ahead, I had sharpened the knife very carefully before leaving home, was well aware of the damage I could inflict. With a growl, my legs forced hers apart even more. Sliding the blade down the side of her hip, I admired the way her flesh yielded beneath it. I smelled her fear. It snaked up between us and sliced into me as deeply as my blade could into her flesh. I wanted to cut her, to watch her bleed, craved to see those ribbons of red on her pale flesh. My urge to cut was every bit as strong as my urge to fuck, but this wasn’t the time. Not this time…
The lace fabric proved no match for the razor sharp blade. Fear, excitement and lust crawled over us as the knife sliced through the thin fabric that hid what was beneath. The girl worked so hard to stay still that she had forgotten to take a breath. I grabbed a handful of hair, forcing her head back and whispered viciously into her ear, commanding her to breathe. Needing to see for myself, I jerked her head back even more and looked at her. Her eyes showed the fear, but it wasn’t overwhelming her. Yes, she trusted me implicitly, but this was new ground for us to cover, so my questioning gaze remained. She flashed a little half-smile. That told me what I wanted to know.
Pushing myself on top of her again, I moved the knife to my other hand and again, slid the blade against her flesh and under the fabric. It was like cutting into warm butter. The fabric fell away. I closed the knife and replaced it on the stand. Reaching under her, I fisted the scrap of material and pulled it away. As I did, she attempted to wiggle away from me. With the intent to overpower, I dug my fingers into the flesh of her hips and flipped her over onto her back. Using moves I’d learned long ago, I held her there, kept her immobile. She struggled against me. Her breath came in panting spurts, more from the fierce excitement than the struggle. I brought the now useless panties up to her face and shoved them partially in her mouth. She twisted her head to the side, trying to avoid getting an entire mouthful. She made a pretty picture, lying there beneath me, pink, cut-up panties filling her mouth. Nothing except my cock could have looked any better in there.
“Any more notions about wearing panties when you come to me?” I asked her, a smile plastered on my face because she looked so cute with that pink lace hanging out of her mouth.
With her gaze betraying her true feelings, she spit what she could of the fabric out of her mouth and mumbled, “No, Sir.”
Now, with nothing in my way, I had the home field advantage. Careful to watch for any sudden movements, I slid off her. She stayed where she was, looking up at me expectantly.
“Head down, ass up. We need to discuss this matter further.”
Again, that laugh…
