Her eyes flared wide, but she didn’t flinch, not when I pressed the flat of the blade against her skin at her hip, and not when I slid it down at an angle, slicing the leather from her body. One long, careful cut, and I started on the other leg. Once the remnants of her pants were on the floor, I stepped back and beheld my prize.
She wore black, matching bra and panties, with tiny triangles cut out under the cups to reveal the undersides of her breasts. It wasn’t the lingerie that got me. It was the fact that she’d put it on this evening, knowing I’d unwrap her later that had my dick pushing at my zipper.
My female had dressed for me.
Not yours.
Fuck it. For tonight, she was, and I was going to treat her like she was mine. We’d see if she was still standing by nightfall.
“Goddamn, you’re exquisite.” I circled her slowly, listening to the way her heart beat faster, her breaths came quicker. And her scent…that was fucking desire, not fear.
Talk about plan gone awry. She wasn’t scared. I had the princess of our realm, a fucking royal, restrained on a St Andrews cross and she wanted it. She wanted me.
“You held still like a good little girl.” I stopped in front of her, sheathing my blade. “That deserves a reward.” I palmed her pussy and groaned. “You’re already so wet for me, Princess. I can feel you through all this lace.” I pushed that lace against her clit with my middle two fingers and rubbed.
“Ah!” She cried out before quickly biting her lip.
“That right there is what I like to hear,” I whispered, using the lace for friction as I worked her clit. “So fucking slick, aren’t you? I bet I could tug this fabric to the side and fuck you right here.”
She moaned, her eyes sliding shut.
God, those sounds would be the death of me. I was already hard and hurting, more turned on than I’d ever been. She had me debating my tactics.
“Let’s play a little game, shall we?” I challenged.
Her eyes flew open.
“I’m going to play with you, Princess, and you’re going to love it, but the second you make another sound, I stop doing whatever it is I’m doing. Do you understand?”
She sucked her lip between her teeth and nodded.
Unable to help myself, I leaned forward and kissed it free, swiping my tongue over her little bite. “Good.”
I stroked her through the lace again, my mouth hovering over hers, inhaling her gasps of pleasure as I slid the lace to the side and used my fingers to tease and pinch.
She moaned.
I paused.
Her eyes met mine, hazy with lust and...curiosity.
“Bad girl.” I stepped back, putting just enough distance between us that the warmth of my body would be replaced by a gush of cool air.
Her nipples tightened.
“Hawke,” she whimpered.
I walked away and made myself a drink. Two ice cubes clinked into the glass before I poured the whiskey over it. Then I took a long sip as I walked back to her.
There was flat-out begging in her eyes, but she didn’t speak. I pulled over a cushioned stool, then sat, my face level with her pussy. “Bad, bad girl.” I unsheathed a blade, then flicked the straps of her panties.
They fell away like a defeated battle flag.
“I like you like this.” I traced the folds of her pussy with the flat tip of my blade, avoiding the glistening pink of her flesh. “Tied up.” My blade scraped across her skin, lightly scratching, but not cutting. “It’s the only time since you came to Edgemont that I know I could walk away, and you’d be right where I left you when I got back.”
She inhaled as I lifted the blade and sheathed it.
“What am I supposed to do with you?” I asked, taking another sip. “I warn you off, and you put a blade to your throat to feed me. I fuck you gently, just like your station requires, and you demand I take you like some nameless fuck. What. Do. I. Do. With. You?” I punctuated every word with a tiny flick of my tongue against her clit.
Her hips bucked, but she kept quiet.
“I tell you to flee the darkness, and you walk right in and make yourself at home.” Another flick of my tongue.
Another roll of her hips.
“You promise yourself to my enemy and then you pull me into your bed.” I dipped my fingers in my drink, then trailed them over her pussy.
She gasped.
“And then you turn me into a fucking addict because it doesn’t matter how hard I fight, I can’t get enough of this.” I cupped her ass in my hand and made her back bow off the cross as I brought her to my mouth. “Fucking delicious.”