Chapter 9: Anatomy of a Knife
She hadn't eaten for six days, this would mark the seventh since she came to in the chamber. She had stayed unconscious for forty eight hours before the medication ceased the visceral pain. I had made sure a physician came to see her back while she was recovering and treated it for its fracture. She was healing, but I found myself paying more and more attention to the sounds she made and the expressions on her face.
I knew I should probably give her something to eat. Once I put her back in my room, ridded the cage and only left her bound to my walls - she had begged me for something to stop the ache in her stomach. Every day since, she would slip in and out of consciousness and ask me whenever she got the chance.
"Micah, please. I beg you. You are slowly killing me."
She was smart. She would get it sooner or later. This was the exact thought I had making my way down the hallway to my room with a bowl of clipped meat and assorted steaming vegetables. Straight from the farmers market. I opened the room to my door and saw her shackled and laying on the cool marble floor with her hair flayed across her cheek. She wore a cream wrap that looked to be thin enough not to give her an ounce of heat had it not been to the fireplace being lit.
She looked other worldly. From her hair to the pacific ocean that drowned her eyes every time I stared at them. I soon learnt that this attraction was nothing but physical. Deep down in my core, I knew what I wanted. I wanted her limp body on my bed twitching from my being beneath me. I wanted her bound and strapped to my cock so she could be the compliant kitten I knew her body craved, so she could drink my come like it was milk. I wanted her to give in right down to her soul.
Then, and only then. Would I have no more use of her and I could rid her from this house and give her to Crogsworth to do as he pleased.
She woke when she heard me place the bowl of food right where her shackles permitted her from reaching. With one foot on the edge of the bowl, I looked down at her with a soft smile.
"It's yours if you want it, kitten. All you must do is ask."
She swallowed and looked up at me hesitantly. Trying to find the trickery in my words. Smart girl. She played my game long enough to know I never played by the rules.
"P-Please Micah."
I pulled the bowl back and away from her with the top of my shoe. She whimpered slightly and the sound made the heat go straight to my cock. I rubbed my lips together and looked at her expectedly, willing her to try again. To understood what I had been trying to get through to her for the past week.
"What do you want from me?," she asked callously "I don't understand -"
"But I think you do, pet"
She looked up at me once more and her lips quivered with feeling of the inevitable. I tiled my head and watched as she fought her will-power. Pushing it all to the side, she looked down at the warm food and I heard her stomach rumble in response. She shook her head slightly, the tears begging to be released from her eyes.
Finally, she stopped all movement and gazed at where my shoe lay. "Please, Master." she whispered her voice breaking at the end. "Please let me eat."
I pushed the bowl forward with my shoe, just enough so she could eat it and she moaned at the sight of close solace. I hummed in appreciation, when I saw her lean her head down and lick up the slices of meat like an animal. I walked back towards my closet, hearing her scrape the bowl with her teeth and the grateful sighs her mouth made uncontrollably.
I undid the laces that bound up to my chest and pulled my linen shirt off my head. I stretched my back muscles and the silence that echoed through the room made me stop and smile. She was watching.
I turned to the side, enough to let her see what she wanted and pulled my trousers down, leaving me in nothing but my briefs. I folded the trousers, only to throw them into the basket beside my cupboard.
The rattle of the bowl against her tongue continued and I grinned at her ability to be resilient. I wanted... needed to see how far I could push that.
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When I returned from my bath, wearing trousers and nothing else - I saw that she had licked the bowl clean
When I returned from my bath, wearing trousers and nothing else - I saw that she had licked the bowl clean. She lay resting her head against the wall and her legs straight out in front of her. I would take the shackles off soon enough. In fact, sooner than I hoped knowing all it took was less than a week to break her first barrier.
I walked up to her with my hands in my pockets and saw as she stirred to look up at me with hazy eyes.
"Do you have not one merciful bone in your body, Master." she asked me with venom on her tongue. "To do the foul things to those poor boys and girls?"
I stood in front of her and motioned for her to stand up, looking into her eyes once she did. "Tell me your name." The words flew out my mouth before I could stop them. Until that moment, I didn't realize I cared enough to want to know her name.
She shook her head in defiance, and I narrowed my eyes. "The day you tell me your name, kitten. That is the day when I shall answer that question." I breathed into her, stepping closer so that her body backed into the wall. She stood with her head reaching just below my shoulder, small enough for me to throw her around however I please and lithe enough for me to carry her body after I'm done with her.
I removed my right hand from my pocket and brought out with it a small but sharp pocket knife. I heard her gasp when she saw the blade shine under the candle light. She made no effort to move away or to retaliate, knowing what that caused her last time.
Instead she looked up at my eyes in question.
I would give her the truthful answer, but one I'm sure she wouldn't be too keen on hearing. "I want to know what you taste like when you bleed for me."
Her breathing shallowed and she started shaking her head. I pulled her chin up with my left hand and made her look up at me. "Things will become much easier once you learn to trust me, kitten."
I leaned forward and pulled on her bottom lip with my teeth and saw and she pushed back against the wall trying to get away from my touch. I carried on, moving my mouth to her jaw, kissing and biting her wherever I went. Soon I moved to her neck and sucked the skin there, marking her for anyone to see. Opening my eyes and looking up at her, I saw that her eyes were closed and her lips were parted. She was frowning but I could see the blatant war against arousal and dignity.
I lifted the knife up to her chest, and with her eyes still closed I pulled up from the material on her breast bone to the end of the wrap. I heard a loud gasp and her head fell down to watch me. Seeing as the fabric fell into two, leaving the sides of her breasts open. I trailed my tongue down to the tops of her breasts and kissed her raised flesh. Her hands were shackled but I felt as she lifted them to my hips and to her better knowledge, she held on to my trousers. Gripped on to them to anchor her to this world.
"Let go, Kitten" I whispered encouragingly. Lose yourself, baby.
But her body still strung tight against mine at the sound of my voice. She was in a state of low energy, her mind not functioning like it normally would under the circumstances. The lack of food making her more docile and agreeable. Lifting the knife and holding it by the hilt, I trailed the tip down the middle of her body. Soon enough, she was making small whimpering sounds.
I kept kissing and sucking on her skin, tasting the salt on my tongue. She reeked of arousal I knew if I removed her panties and slipped my fingers inside her cunt, she'd be dripping down her thighs for me.
I flipped the knife around in my hand and held it from the guard and thumb rise, the blade edging closely to my palm. Dragging my left hand down the side of her body, I groaned at the curves she had in offer. As my palm met with her thigh, I heard a soft moan escape her lips and watched as she closed her eyes and held her head back pressed against the wall. The small shackled hand she had on my trousers were pulling me ever so closer and I knew I had her under lock.
Lifting the bottom lining of her drape up, I caught a glance of her milky thighs and I wanted to feel how soft they would be rubbing against my cock. Holding back from that desire, I moved my other hand painfully slowly so that the hilt and the end rear of the knife lined up with the center of her cotton panties. I felt her shudder against me when I began rocking the edge of the knife up and down her slit.
"Good girl, Kitten." I whispered into her skin "Purr for me, that's it"
I was getting lost with the feeling of her body against mine. She was like a narcotic I had no control over. The attraction blooming in my chest when I felt her start to rub herself against the pommel of my knife. I inched up and pressed it against her clit, and her body caved to the touch. Taking it no more, I moved the material of her drawers aside and slowly felt the moisture from her core coat the bottom of the weapon, lubricating it to make it slide against her easier.
I groaned and pressed my hardness into the side of her stomach, making her feel what she did to me.
"Beg me, Kitten. Tell me you want it."
She shook her head in protest but her body moved to the better of her. She writhed against the wall, and I asked her once more. She moaned out a no and having no self restraint, I pushed the edge of the small hilt inside her and felt her body shake with the feeling. A loud moan escaped her lips and I moved my left hand to cover her mouth with my palm.
Looking at her eyes as I slowly slid the hilt slightly more upwards, careful not to tear any of her inward flesh, I pulled it back out and saw her eyes widen and her cheeks redden even more than before. Small thrusts from the knife and she was coming in my arms. The feeling taking over her, as she stared at my lips in longing.
I wouldn't give her that. She'd have to earn that.
After her release, I slid the knife out of her and made her watch as I lifted the hilt to my mouth and licked her wetness from it. She couldn't do anything but stare as I let the bitter taste of her rub against my mouth. I swallowed and licked my lips wanting more, she tasted like a seraphic drug.
I moved the knife up, flipping it back so I was holding the handle now and tilted her flushed neck upwards. I still pressed her into the wall and now, I put both my knees on her thighs stopping her from escaping my clutch. Slowly as she screamed against the wall, I etched the letters, M I N E beneath her collarbones. Surface level scratches that would bleed but weren't deep enough that it could do any harm. She trashed against the wall and pushed her hands against my body, trying to drive me away from her.
I dropped the knife and did exactly what I wanted to the moment I met her. I inclined my head down and licked up every last drop of blood that her body had to offer me. Knowing full well that every last drop was mine.
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