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I grin. She means my tactical ghost mask from Call of Duty. One of my favorites.
“Good choice,” I purr, pulling the mask from my closet and sliding it on. The familiar feel of it excites me, putting me in the right headspace.
Camila’s eyes widen as I step closer, letting her get a good look.
“What do you think?” I ask. “Does it suit me?”
She nods, looking a little nervous.
I chuckle. “Perfect.” I begin to Danteve my shirt and then my pants, stripping slowly to build anticipation.
Soon, I’m completely naked except for the mask. I turn in a slow circle, letting Camila take in the sight of me. Her eyes roam hungrily over my body, and I feel a heady rush of power.
“Now then,” I say, stepping toward the bed. “Let’s see how much you enjoy meeting Soulcarver.”
I step closer, my heart racing as I twirl Soulcarver, watching Camila’s reaction. She’s turned on as a blush spreads from her cheeks all the way to her breasts. Her nipples are hard peaks, pointing right at me.
Carefully, I place the sharp blade against her throat, gently tracing her delicate skin. Camila shivers, her entire body tensing in response.
“You like that, don’t you, bookworm?” I whisper.
She nods, her eyes fixed on mine through the mask.
I move the knife away from her neck and trace it slowly down her body, from her shoulder to her hip. The blade leaves red marks but doesn’t break the skin. Camila whimpers as I trail it over her sensitive skin down to her hard nipples, circling each one with the tip.
“Fuck,” she breathes.
I continue to use the knife, tracing it down her body, leaving shallow grazes that make her shiver. I circle her nipples again, applying just enough pressure to make them peak more. “Answer me,” I demand.
“Yes. I love it.”
“Good girl,” I praise, dragging the knife lower to her inner thigh.
Camila moans, her hips arching toward me in an unconscious invitation. Using the tip, I circle her clit, and she shudders violently.
I draw the knife back to her thighs, dragging it across the skin, watching as a thin line of blood appears. Camila releases a soft gasp, her eyes rolling back in her head.
I pause, pulling the knife away. Camila’s eyes are glazed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. I can tell she’s deep in the throes of desire.
“You’re doing so well, bookworm,” I murmur. I lean in close, inhaling Camila’s intoxicating scent. “But I think you need a taste of my favorite toy.”
Camila’s eyes widen at my words, but she doesn’t protest. Slowly, I run the flat side of the blade across her lips.
“Go on,” I coax. “Have a taste.”
Camila’s pink tongue darts out, licking along the metal, tasting her blood. I shudder at the sight, my arousal growing. I let her lick the knife briefly before pulling it away.
“Good girl,” I praise. I set the knife aside, satisfied with how well she takes knife and blood play.
I meet Camila’s gaze, seeing the fire in her eyes. “I think that’s enough playing with blades tonight,” I say. “Let’s see what other fun we can have, shall we?”
Camila nods in response. I grin beneath my mask, ideas already swirling through my mind. We’ve got all night to explore.
I turn and open my closet, contemplating which toy to use next. Camila waits silently on the bed behind me, anticipation hanging thick in the air.
After a moment, I select a clear-view anal plug. Perfect for getting our girl ready to take three cocks in her ass. Something I know all of us want to work her up to.
I turn back to Camila, holding the plug. Her breath hitches when she sees it.
