Make Me: The World of Knott

15Jaide

“I would say hold still,but I want to see you writhe beneath me. I want to hear you whimper.”

His voice was soft in the dark, the tones of his warning slithering over my skin with about as much chill as the flat edge of the knife he was tracing down my spine, over the edge of my ass cheek.

It was the knife that made me whimper, the slight sob rattling in the dark.

I was still kneeling on the ledge, the ridged tile digging into my knees and my forearms as he stepped around me, circling me as that knife continued its journey down.

“More, princess. Give daddy more.” The knife pressed harder, the sharp edge indenting my skin on the globe of my ass. Pain zinged through muscles, moving over my flesh as I gasped and another sob rattled from me, this one loud enough that it echoed over the tile.

“Good. Good.” The knife moved again, the flat edge curving over flesh and back up my crack.

Aldric had turned out the lights on the large chandelier seconds after he entered, opting for four flickering candles he set before a mirror. They lit up the room only enough for me to see the dark shape of the Synian King circling around me, a servant who stood on the other edge of the pool as he fiddled with something large and black, and Dawn.

She sat on the edge of the pool, just on the other side of the platform, watching me. She had tried to make it to the door, but Aldric had stopped her before she had even made it halfway.

He knew she would go get the others.

He knew they would stop this.

“I want to know just how scared you are,” Aldric said, his knife now flat against the side of my neck, right below Parris’s mark. I tensed, scared for a moment that he would try to carve it out. “I want to hear it.”

It was a demand, but I was already gasping, my body shivering as the sharp edge of the knife pressed deeper.

This time I was sure it broke my skin.

Pain flashed through my spine as the burn of the cut was joined by a well of warm, wet drops moving over my skin. A soft scream tried to rip free as I arched in pain? Pleasure? I wasn’t sure. The knife pressed harder, cut deeper. That time I screamed, the sound echoing over the tile as I fought to keep myself still as he requested.

“Music. Absolute music,” Aldric sighed as the knife returned to my spine, making its journey back to my presented pussy. I didn’t move, I didn’t dare. I just knelt there and sobbed.

I wanted to submit to him, to give him everything he needed, but the fear was making that impossible.

“I could make this feel good, you know. One bite and you would be begging for me to cut you. One bite and each swoop of my knife would bring pleasure instead of pain.” The pressure of the knife increased as he spoke, the sharp edge burning a line down my spine. “One bite…” the knife pressed in deeper, the warmth of my blood joining the chill of the blade. “But I’d love to hear you scream more.”

And I did. I screamed as the knife cut just above my tailbone, two hot slices that crisscrossed over my flesh and sent blood trickling down my asshole, over the inflamed lips of my cunt.

“Good girl, such a good girl for daddy,” Aldric moaned as though he was about to come. His voice had dipped to a feral moan as he set the knife down and began to massage my ass.

His hands gripped the globes of my buttocks, his fingertips a comforting weight against the slicing pain from the deep cut as he squeezed, spreading me.

Opening me up to him and letting the blood coat my anus.

“Daddy’s good girl,” he moaned as the man slid the box he had been fiddling with over to where I was.

I didn’t want to see what was in that box, but fool that I was I looked anyway.

Silver buttplugs were set against red velvet, two lines of them glistening in the dim light. They were arranged from a thin line of glittering metal to a giant width as big as the knotted dildo.

I moaned, my eyes on that giant silver knot. Knowing where he wanted to put it. I was already clenching.

“Oh, yes, pet. God, I love to see that. See that clench. Knowing just how much better it will be to stretch you.” He pressed his finger against the tight pucker of my ass, smearing the blood that had dripped down it. “So tight. Clench more, pet. I love it when it hurts.”

Something deep inside told me to relax, but my body betrayed me and everything tightened up as he pressed his icy finger inside, sliding against my blood as he entered me.

His finger wiggled within me, pressing against my walls with a pressure that was both painful and pleasurable.

I didn’t know whether to scream, to fight, or to moan. In my rampaging emotions of both pain and panic I did all three.