FrostbitnDesire
05-01-2012, 02:19 PM
::he had already taken her by surprise and dragged her into the kitchen. She knew her attacker, had invited him here in fact. She had known the who, but not the when and how. She now found herself being stripped naked and tied to her own kitchen table with what was left of the shredded table cloth::
::she struggled all along, though it was half hearted and he knew it. She wanted him to come here and she wanted him to rape her in an act that was supposed to “against her will. He stared down into her eyes, not seeing fear, but desire. It did nothing for him. Taking a deep breath he would run his fingers through his hair::
“You aren’t afraid of me, but you should be”
:: he walked slowly to the knife block on the counter and drew one of the steak knives. He moved back to the table and turned it slowly in his hand. The soft lightly of the kitchen reflected ominously off the blade as he dangled it before her eyes::
“Here you are, all tied up and helpless”
::he moved the tip of the blade just above the bridge of her nose, watching her eyes cross to keep track of the blade. It hovered there, mere millimeters from her skin. He drew the blade downward, following the crest of her nose so closely she swore she felt the tiny hairs part in its wake::
“I could do anything I wanted to you”
::he traced her lips lightly with the tip of the blade, watching her ruby tier part as she took a sharp breath. Slowly her brought the blade down the side of her throat, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to let her know it was there. He let the blade rest there at the base of her throat, pressing against her windpipe as he stared maliciously into her eyes::
“Still not afraid of me?”
:: nicking her there at the edge of her collar bone, drawing just the slightest hint of blood. Once more that lightly stroke of the blade moved down her chest. Her breathing slowed as the blood hovered directly over her heart::
::Turning the blade in his hand, he let the side caress her left breast then her right. The dull, unsharpened, cold steel of the back of the knife came to rest against one of her nipples. He pressed down and moved in a slow circle, stimulating the tip nub. Watching her back arch and she moaned softly. For the first time since he lifted the knife from the block he would smile::
“Such soft flesh…. so tender”
::he turned the knife against and let the tip rest against the point of her nipple. He pressed lightly, as to not tear the flesh as he pressed it down and inwards, watching as her eyes grew wide. The blade withdrew, leaving a tiny indentation before heading south, circling her belly button before heading even lower::
:;She tried to close her legs, but it was too late and she closed them right on the edge of the blade. She arched her back and cried out as the knife cut into her left high, leaving a tiny, but painful scratch as she jerked her legs back open.::
“you shouldn’t do that little one. Knives are a dangerous thing”
::he pressed the blade flat against her thigh where he had cut her, covering the shinny surface with a light pink tint. He moved it before her eyes and showed it to her::
::she struggled all along, though it was half hearted and he knew it. She wanted him to come here and she wanted him to rape her in an act that was supposed to “against her will. He stared down into her eyes, not seeing fear, but desire. It did nothing for him. Taking a deep breath he would run his fingers through his hair::
“You aren’t afraid of me, but you should be”
:: he walked slowly to the knife block on the counter and drew one of the steak knives. He moved back to the table and turned it slowly in his hand. The soft lightly of the kitchen reflected ominously off the blade as he dangled it before her eyes::
“Here you are, all tied up and helpless”
::he moved the tip of the blade just above the bridge of her nose, watching her eyes cross to keep track of the blade. It hovered there, mere millimeters from her skin. He drew the blade downward, following the crest of her nose so closely she swore she felt the tiny hairs part in its wake::
“I could do anything I wanted to you”
::he traced her lips lightly with the tip of the blade, watching her ruby tier part as she took a sharp breath. Slowly her brought the blade down the side of her throat, not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to let her know it was there. He let the blade rest there at the base of her throat, pressing against her windpipe as he stared maliciously into her eyes::
“Still not afraid of me?”
:: nicking her there at the edge of her collar bone, drawing just the slightest hint of blood. Once more that lightly stroke of the blade moved down her chest. Her breathing slowed as the blood hovered directly over her heart::
::Turning the blade in his hand, he let the side caress her left breast then her right. The dull, unsharpened, cold steel of the back of the knife came to rest against one of her nipples. He pressed down and moved in a slow circle, stimulating the tip nub. Watching her back arch and she moaned softly. For the first time since he lifted the knife from the block he would smile::
“Such soft flesh…. so tender”
::he turned the knife against and let the tip rest against the point of her nipple. He pressed lightly, as to not tear the flesh as he pressed it down and inwards, watching as her eyes grew wide. The blade withdrew, leaving a tiny indentation before heading south, circling her belly button before heading even lower::
:;She tried to close her legs, but it was too late and she closed them right on the edge of the blade. She arched her back and cried out as the knife cut into her left high, leaving a tiny, but painful scratch as she jerked her legs back open.::
“you shouldn’t do that little one. Knives are a dangerous thing”
::he pressed the blade flat against her thigh where he had cut her, covering the shinny surface with a light pink tint. He moved it before her eyes and showed it to her::