Page 154 of I Never Stopped Loving You

I use another zip tie to attach her handcuffs to the bar handle on the door. Her body is stretched taut underneath me. Her back is slightly arched pushing her breasts up, tempting me more.

I need these clothes off now. She’s in the damp leggings, my jacket, my hoodie, and probably my T-shirt under that. Fuck. Seeing her wearing my clothes does something to me. It makes me even more feral than I already am, but there are too many layers between us. I need to feel her bare skin.

I reach back into the glove box and grab one of my new knives. It’s sharp and clean. Never even had a single drop of blood on its blade, but tonight it might get its first taste.

The sound of me unsheathing the knife is the only other noise inside the truck other than her rapid breathing and breathy moans when I occasionally roll my hips against her.

“Noah…Is that a knife?” she asks.

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do?” she asks, but her tone is filled with anything but fear.

Lust…Desire…That’s all I can hear as each word passes her lips.

“Do you want me to stop, Little Rabbit?” I ask as I lower the blade between her legs and hold it against her inner thigh.

“No.”

“Remember, you say red and we stop. No questions asked.”

She nods as she bites her lower lip. I pull the fabric away from her pussy before slicing into the leggings. I let the blade glide through them and slowly expose her to me. Her pale skin is glowing in comparison to the onyx black leggings.

I trail the knife lower down her thigh before repeating the same movements to the other leg until her leggings are sliced open down the inner seam and I can finally see her perfect pussy, bare and completely uncovered. Fuck, I love it when she doesn’t wear anything underneath.

She’s drenched, and not from standing in the snow. She’s so turned on that I bet a single swipe of my tongue would have her coming apart. I want to test this theory, but there’s still too much covering her body.

I let my knife make quick work of the hoodie as I slice it completely up the middle then do the same to her T-shirt. The lace bralette she’s wearing is the same blue as her favorite color.

I let my fingers tease along her hard nipples straining against the fabric. Her body writhes as she whimpers, and it makes my cock throb. I know she can feel it pressed against her core as her hips shift begging for more friction.

I grip her hip to hold her still with one hand before running the tip of the blade gently down her bare stomach, being careful not to break the skin. Not yet…

Neither of us has said a word for a very long time. The only sounds surrounding us are her breathy pants as I continue to torture us both. I want to say fuck it and bury myself inside of her, but I’m also enjoying her reactions far too much to rush this.

I let the tip trail back up her pale skin, leaving a red scratch, slipping it under the bra just between her breasts, and quickly slicing through the lace. Her back arches as the air caresses her bare skin.

“Noah, please,” she whimpers.

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep my control in check.

“Soon, Little Rabbit.”

She groans in frustration, but it trails into a moan as I lean forward and gently bite on her left nipple before teasing it with my tongue. Her hands tug at the zip tie cuffs and she growls. The sound goes straight to my cock.

I bite harder on her nipple and gently pull before letting it go. The red markings of my teeth can already be seen against the dusty rose coloring of her nipples.

I want to see if I can push her further. Just a bit. I don’t know if she’s ready to accept the level of darkness where my mind goes when I think about her, but this could be a start.

“Willow, remember your word,” I whisper softly as I kiss between her breasts and down her body.

The front seat of my truck is a bit cramped, but the confined space only seems to make it hotter. I can feel her muscles flexing beneath my lips as I continue to kiss lower until I’m right above her clit. The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and I could spend all day worshiping this woman and never get bored.

“Please,” she cries as I tease around her sensitive clit with kisses, not quite touching that spot she’s aching for the most.

I flip the knife around in my hand and grab hold of the base of the blade where it meets the hilt. The sharp sting of it biting into my flesh only causes my cock to throb more forcing beads of pre-cum to drip from the tip.

Taking my time, I run the handle of the blade along her inner thigh. She gasps as she feels the ridged grip of the handle inching closer to her drenched cunt. I watch as her pussy muscles clench when I rest the handle right against her entrance.