Kinky Knife Play Makes Her Squirt

"Position, baby." His dark voice boomed through his chest and caused her breath to hitch.

She knew exactly what he wanted from her.

It was a special night, fulfilling one of her fantasies. The little lamp on the nightstand dimly lit their bedroom as she walked around their bed and crawled on top of it. She had told him a month ago how she would like to explore something a little more... dangerous.

And after his initial surprise, there was curiosity expanding in his mind.

She laid down on her back, bending her knees, and putting her arms beside her body. He loomed next to the bed, and she watched him with intensity. His posture screamed dominance, and she felt a prickle shivering from head to toe.

She wore a specific set of clothes. Knee high socks wrapped around her legs and thin bloomers shorts decorated her hips. Her tits were hidden behind a tight, pink crop top and her thin panties already stuck to her wet pussy.

Her hair sprawled loose around her head on the sheets.

"Red, Yellow, Green. I trust you to communicate... yes, babygirl?"

Her mouth went dry and she gulped. She nodded in response and felt a tightness build in her chest from the seriousness in his tone. It made her feel safe.

"Use your words..." he reminded her.

Her heart jolted in her chest, this simple form of dominance already caused a flutter. "Yes, sir."

His head moved approvingly. "Good girl."

Warmth spread in the pit of her stomach, and a little proud smile tugged on the corner of her mouth.

Her eyes studied him, and she couldn't hide her arousal any longer. Her Dom stood there, dressed in gray sweatpants and no shirt, showing off his body for her. But the most intense part was what covered his face. A ghostly mask. She couldn't see his beautiful eyes, his lips, or anything.

The false anonymity added a thrill that clashed with their long-built trust.

But this wasn't the main prop of their session.

In his hand he held a sharp knife, reflecting the light of the bedside lamp.

He kneeled down on the bed beside her and towered over her. Thill and anxiety mixed with deep arousal and the emotions played in her body like a tug of war. Her heart hammered in her chest, and heat spread in her body, cursing from top to bottom and up her spine. She felt electrified and he hadn't even touched her yet.

Ever so gently he cupped her cheek with his hand and caressed her skin with his thumb. Instinctively, she leaned into the warmth of his palm and melted into the familiarity of his touch.

His hand caressed down her neck, then he used the back of his hand to brush over her top and down her stomach. With a deliberate, slow pace, he caressed her entire body.

A smile hushed over his face hidden underneath the mask, and he enjoyed the way her body responded to him. Leaning into him, goosebumps appearing everywhere he touched, and that hitch and staggered in her breathing. When he brushed over her chest, he could feel the quick thrum of her heart.

It turned him on. His babygirl was so sensitive and alert to every little movement and offered herself to his every touch. The vulnerability sent blood into his cock. But what enticed him most was her face. Insecurity, anticipation, arousal, anxiety... He could map out every switch and twitch.

She was warmed up, no, heated up. Her cheeks glowed a rosy color, and her skin radiated a rare warmth. He decided it was time to introduce the new item.

Gently and carefully, he placed the back of the blade on her chest on top of thin fabric on her top.

She gasped.

The metal felt cold through her shirt. She felt her nipples tighten and stand up and her heart seemed to hammer against the blade. Slowly, he dragged the tip over her chest.

It was an intense sensation. Sharp but not painful, she was aware of every skin cell connected to the blade.

He dragged the knife over her tits, letting the back of the blade play around her peopled nipples. Then he slowly brushed the metal over her exposed stomach.

She drew in a sharp breath and sucked in her tummy.

A grin appeared on his face, and he played around with slow movements. The cold metal caused goosebumps on her skin, and he took his time before he carefully pushed the blade under her top.

Another sharp intake of air.

Her heart hammered up into her throat and he leaned closer. "You're doing so well, babygirl. You stay so still for me..."

The praise washed down her body and another wave of heat poured over her face. "Thank you..."

His free hand caressed her face and pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. The contrast of soft touched and the sharp blade on her tits twisted in her stomach. It was arousing as fuck.

"I want to see your pretty tits, baby..." her Dom whispered as he gente the crop top against her chest.

Her heart pounded hard and fast and her body shuttered with lust and anticipation. Heat pooled between her legs and she felt her blood rush in her ears.

"You don't need this pink top anymore, do you...?" He murmured.

It was a trick question. He had bought this too exactly for the purpose to shred it apart. But he played his part of the game, and it stained her cheeks a shade deeper.

"N-no, I don't..." she stammered. Her tongue was dry in her mouth.

"Good girl... then let me get rid of it..." with those words he grabbed the fabric taut and started pushing the knife through the middle of the material. She held her breath as she watched him slice through the pink top, piercing the cotton and cutting it apart. His masked added even more to dangerous knife play and her heart hammered so loud she thought it might explode.

He tossed the sides of the crop top open like a jacket and her milky tits were hit with the air of the room. Her nipples stood as hard as ever to the ceiling and her chest heaved with her first deep breath.

"Good girl... look at how fucking pretty you are for me..." His compliments made her dizzy as he gently placed the back of the knife on her right boob and reached for her left with his hand.

A moan slipped from her lips when he grabbed her tit, roughly palming her flesh while he bumped the back of the blade into her stiff, right nipple.

She arched her back. He wished he didn't have the mask on so he could lean down and suck her hard nipples, they practically begged for his hot mouth over them. As much as he was tempted, the look on her face from lust and thrill kept him from doing so.

"Put your hands above your head," he gruffly ordered and she gulped before following his command. Her obedience and the twinkle in her eyes made his cock twitch.

"Good girl..."

"Thank you..."

Her soft voice made his nostrils flare, and he kept toying with her tits. He tweaked her nipples, pulled and pinched. More and more noises came from her sweet mouth, and he had to fight his urge to simply take her.

She got squirming after a few minutes. He moved between her legs and kneeled, looking down at his innocent, naughty babygirl. Slid through shirt, hard nipples, hands crossed above her head. Fuck, she looked like the sexiest fantasy.

Her sock classes legs brushed his thighs and he got even harder from the innocent vibes she radiated. Then his hand fisted her shorts and elicited a yelp from her.

His sudden movement surprised her. Tightly, he snatched her little pants and pulled them away from her body. "Wanna show me what you got under here?"

A big throbbing started in her clit and she made a whimpering noise. She could only nod. His dominance had reached a level that left her aroused and speechless, to stunned to even utter a word.

"Yeah...? Something sexy under these thin shorts? Or something cute? Hm, babygirl? What do I find here...?" He teased. He used the back of the knife to drag lines down the inside of her thigh and watched her fight against the squirm wiggling through her small body.

"Cute..." she answered breathless.

"Oh... well that just sounds absolutely fucking precious..." he licked his lips imagining her cute panties and another wave of arousal washed over his body. As pretty as these shorts are, my little princess... I think I might have to ruin them..."

The tip of the knife dragged up to the seam and a temblor rumored through her body.

Her eyes were wide and she stared at him as the tip moved under the fabric. "Color...?"

She blinked. "B-"

"Traffic."

"Oh." She gulped and a smirk appeared on her face. "Green."

He yanked on her shorts and earned a sharp yelp. "Good."

Then he repeated the same motions as with her shirt. Her heart thrummed up to her throat, and she was highly alert of every motion he did. She watched the muscles in his arms twitch, and he pulled the fabric taut and cut the left side, then the right side, and flipped the fabric away to expose her little cotton panties.

Baby blue. Polka dot.

Fuck.

The innocence paired with the heat and kink of the situation panned in his chest.

"So fucking gorgeous..."

The thin fabric sat tight against her pussy and outlined her lips. He could see a spot of wetness on the blue material and her chest heaved fast with quick breaths. Testing himself forward, he dragged the blade over her panty covered mound.

His girl drew in a sharp breath and held it as he slowly brushed the tip of the knife over her, along the seams, down her thighs and over her pussy again. He was careful not to nick her, slow and steady with his grip.

His other hand brushed her skin in soothing motions. He felt the heat of her body and the pebbling skin of her goosebumps, he grabbed her thigh and hips and her tit. With every change of direction from the blade he manipulated another body part with his hand.

Her body was on fire. She tried not to squirm out of respect for the blade but arousal and lust streamed through every corner of her body. His demeanor affected her like a foggy cloud and there was nothing else her mind could focus on but him and the sensations.

Her submissive side fully immersed in his control and she rode the waves of pleasure and arousal as he played with her. The throbbing in her pussy became stronger and stronger with every minute and soon she was begging for his touch, begging for more

"Oh, my poor girl... so needy...well then, show me your pretty little pussy."

Her stomach fluttered.

His murmur went on, "Show me that wet little pussy," another jolt tapped through her. "You want me to see how needy you are?"

Helplessly, she squirmed and nodded. His words casted a spell on her and she flowed in the headspace, light and airy. The tip of the knife pushed under the hem of her panties over her mound, and she sucked in another breath, anticipating building up inside her body.

Stiff as a board she laid there for him to free her from the last piece of fabric between her pussy and him.

The blade felt cold on her hot skin and her breaths came in fast and shallow, heat streamed through her and blinded her.

Carefully, he pulled the panties away from her body and cut through the cotton. The rip of the material had an effect on both of them and the tension thickened to a maximum.

The he pulled the shorts and panties away from her body, baring her to his hungry eyes. "Fuck."

Her delicious pussy already shined with arousal and opened like a flower for his gaze. His hand reached for her and she let out a strong finger as hi thumb touched her clit. Immediately, he started rubbing her and his thumb sunk into the deep wetness of her.

She moaned loud. "Oh fuck yes!"

"Holy shit..." he remarked, "you're soaked."

Embarrassed but too turned on she nodded and bit her lip.

As much as he wanted to jump and fuck her, he wanted to experiment with one more thing. He leaned to his side, half on top of her, and pulled his thumb out of her weeping pussy. Frustrated by the mask, he stretched his arm and brought the finger to her lips instead of his own.

Her eyes were glossy with arousal when her lips wrapped around his thumb and sucked her own juice off of him. It made him moan how her soft, hot tongue licked over his skin. He groaned and felt the twitch in his cock and some precum sticking to his underwear.

With his dominant hand he changed the grip on the knife and brought the flat side of the blade to her hot pussy. Slowly, he pressed the metal against her skin, careful not to press the sharp side into her.

She whimpered and stared at him with big eyes, scared to move or breathe. "Wha-"

"Shhhh... just feel..." he instructed her and pressed the flat blade against her pulsating clit. The thrill of the danger and the pressure mixed and caused the throbbing to intensify. Her heart drummed in her chest and she spread her legs apart instinctively.

Ever so slightly he pulsated the pressure, pressing rhythmically into her. He wondered if he could make her cum like that.

Her eyes closed and she focused on the insane stimulation that jolted from her pussy. She felt his fingers close around her nipple and pinch, hard.

She yelped.

He pulled and pinched harder while he pressed the cold knife into her clit and sparks of pleasure zapped through her. Confused by everything but overwhelmed by arousal something changed in her body.

"Yes babygirl... come on... let it happen..." he whispered and the dark tone of his voice added another layer to the situation. She whimpered and whined, unsure what exactly happened in her body.

But to him it was clear.

"You can do it, baby..." he continued and the twitches in her body grew bigger. "Let me see how pretty you look when you cum like this..."

She let out another glottal moan and he smirked to himself. His finger pinched her harder and he saw the change in her face, the pleasure of the pain.

"You're so good, baby... let it happen... let go for me and let me see how much your body enjoys this..."

That was the final push she had needed. Her face scrunched and her body shook as she pressed herself into the blade and his hand. Her orgasm rattled through her and he pulled the knife a little away from her.

His eyes were transfixed. He jumped from her face to her pussy, watching her clit pulsate strongly in her orgasm as she cried out. "Fucking hell is this hot..." he mumbled.

In a heartbeat he tossed the knife on the bedside table and ripped the mask of his head. "God, I have to take you now!"

He pulled his sweatpants off and his underwear with them, then didn't even bother moving between her legs. He simply grabbed her thighs and pulled her around until her pussy was in front of him. She was so wet, his cock slipped in til his balls without a single resistance.

They both moaned out loud before he started fucking her hard and fast. His body slapped against hers and he laced his fingers on top of her head to hold her close. Her hands flew from above her head to behind his neck to hold on as he thrusted inside her with all his force.

"I can't hold on for long, baby, you're too fucking hot," her Dom pressed out and she wanted to reply that it was okay, but her first orgasm took away her ability to speak.

Her pussy squeezed his cock when she screamed her climax out, his cock repeatedly hit against her special spot. Her pussy wept out arousal, and he didn't slow down, fucking her hard and relentless.

His hips moved faster and faster and she clenched hard around him again. He powered through the lock of her legs behind his hips and plunged his cock inside her with such quick force, he almost worried the bed would break as loud as it rattled under their bodies.

His balls tightened and as her walls squeezed his shaft with every thrust he made, he buried himself deep inside her and spilled himself.

Their loud moans mixed, and he held himself on top of her as he shot rope after rope inside her drenched pussy.

When he rolled off of her and caught his breath, his knee felt a wet spot on the sheets.

"Fuck... babe? Did you squirt...?"

Confused and hazy she opened her eyes. "What?"

He propped himself up and looked between her still spread legs. "You squirted."

A satisfied smile hushed over her lips and she slowly blinked with her eyes. "Okay"

Amused, he pulled her small body in and wrapped his arms around her. His cock still stood hard. "Safe to say... you have a new kink..." he whispered against her temple and placed a kiss on her face.

"...we..." she corrected him.

"Yes, we." He squeezed her and watched the hazy drowsiness take over her body. But his cock stayed hard and stiff, and wet with a mix of their cum. He gave her a few minutes to rest before his hand traveled down her body and prepared her for the next round by teasing her clit until she begged for his cock again.