by Livia Grant
It was utterly freeing but required a lot of trust, especially if she was going to really submit.
Watching Orlando inspecting the knives, she had the most startling realization of the evening—she trusted him completely.
Orlando
Picking up one of the knives—he knew Black Light would have had them all sterilized and sharpened, which was one of the big advantages of playing in a club like this—Orlando turned back to see Juliet standing there, staring at him. Even though he’d watched her undress, seeing her completely naked and waiting for him sent another lance of need through him.
The dark gleam of her skin under the lights, the rounded curves of her breasts and belly, her hard brown nipples already standing at attention, and the neatly trimmed hair over her mound made her look like a goddess, waiting to be worshipped… debauched. Exactly what he planned to do.
As he stalked back to her, her eyes darted back and forth between where he was holding the knife in his hand and his gaze. He suppressed the smile that wanted to curve his lips.
“Stand with your back against the frame,” he ordered. “Spread your arms and legs.”
She stepped back, keeping her eyes on him. Since the frame was only a step or two behind her, she didn’t have far to go. Orlando set down the knife he’d chosen on the table near the frame, waiting to be used for just such a purpose. He needed his hands free to restrain her.
Her breasts lifted along with her arms, and it took every ounce of his restraint not to cup them, but he made himself wait. It would be far more fun for both of them once she was tied up and at his mercy. Besides, he was fairly certain he still detected some uncertainty. Being unable to move would help free her from responsibility, the same way it did for many subs who struggled with what they wanted.
Black leather wrapped around her wrists, then Orlando knelt to do her ankles. With his face so close to her cleft, the sweet scent of arousal wreathed around him. This time he didn’t bother to hide his grin as he looked up at her, securing her second ankle to the frame.
“Already wet and ready for me, hmm, Juliet?” He ran his hand from her ankle up to the middle of her inner thigh, feeling her flesh quiver beneath his touch, hearing the quick intake of breath.
“Fuck you…” She paused. “Sir.”
Orlando chuckled, squeezing her thigh hard where he was holding her, hard enough to make her gasp. He felt her reaction to that, too. Was Juliet a pain slut? She definitely had a bit of a masochistic streak running through her, that much was already clear. Bit of a brat, too. Good thing he liked punishing mouthy brats.
“Oh, you will, sweetheart, but not yet.” Getting to his feet, Orlando pressed himself against her naked body. Even through his clothes, her soft curves felt delicious, and his cock throbbed harder as if trying to break free of the fabric confining it. His mouth hovered above hers, only an inch or so away from a kiss, and Juliet tilted her head back, barely breathing.
He wasn’t sure she was even aware of the way she begged him for more with her movements. Anticipation might drive him wild, but it would have the same effect on her. She’d be begging for his cock before the end of the night.
Juliet
There was something about being completely naked while Orlando was still clothed that contributed even more to the power imbalance between them. Juliet was used to playing with Doms who at least had their shirts off. Orlando looked like he could be coming from a business meeting.
Whereas she didn’t have a single inch of fabric covering her and she was cuffed, all four limbs, to a wooden frame designed to splay her out and make all of her available for his pleasure. His green eyes burned with lust as he stared down into hers, and she could feel his cock digging into her stomach. Fuck, he felt big. Her empty pussy clenched.
Unable to stop him from doing anything he wanted to her, all the guilt about their parents being married had completely melted away. Juliet knew she could call her safe word and put a stop to this at any moment, but the feeling of being responsible was gone. What happened now was entirely up to Orlando.
Still looking into her eyes, he dragged his hands up her sides and moved back just enough to cup her breasts. Juliet gasped at the sensation of his hands holding her soft flesh and the sheer forced intimacy as he gazed into her eyes, watching her reactions. Her eyelashes fluttered.
“Look at me,” he whispered.
She whimpered, her eyes widening as he gripped the soft mounds, hard. Breast flesh spilled out between his fingers, making them throb in his hold. He pinched her nipples, and she gasped, squirming against the frame. Her wrists jerked, hands automatically trying to move to protect her sensitive bits, but they were restrained. Which, of course, just made her hotter. Wetter.
“Good girl,” he murmured, giving her nipples a little twist. The combination made her pussy spasm.
Fuck.
The moment she’d realized Orlando was a Dom, she’d automatically assumed he’d be good at it. He was good at everything he did, just the way he was, but she hadn’t known it would be like this. That he’d be able to play her body like an instrument, coaxing her needy inner sub out so quickly and easily, making her want to submit and give him everything. It felt like her body was humming with the sensations, and he’d barely gotten started. He hadn’t even really hurt her yet.
“Please,” she whispered, already aching. Wanting. She needed more.
“Hold that thought, beautiful,” he whispered before stepping away to pick up the knife.
Chapter 5
Juliet
Steel gleamed under the lights, and Juliet could hear the murmur of anticipation from their audience as Orlando stepped up to her. Cupping her breast in one hand, he squeezed again, making her pulse throb. With the knife turned at an angle, he met her eyes and smiled as he laid its blunt edge against her skin, right at the center of her collarbone.
Even though the blunt edge wouldn’t cut her, Juliet’s pulse pounded in response to the hard metal touching her. The knife was cold, his hand was hot, and when he turned the knife again, she could feel the light touch of the blade as it slid down between her breasts, then curved along the underside of the one he was holding, just enough pressure to feel as if it was about to slice into her at any moment. Juliet barely dared to breathe as Orlando stroked her with a steely caress.
He turned it, and it scraped the sharp edge along the underside of her breast, and she gasped at the rougher sensation. A pass of his finger over the spot he’d just sensitized made her shiver. She could hear her blood thumping in her ears, moving faster in reaction to the threat of being spilled.
“How much pain do you like, Juliet?” Orlando asked, his voice a low murmur for only her ears. “A little?” The knife scraped to the side of where he’d first drawn the blade sideways over her skin. “A lot?” The point pricked the side of her breast, hard enough that pain sparked, and it was all she could do to remain still.
“Both.” She gasped out the word. “Sir.”
Orlando’s fingers released her breast, trailing over her stomach, which quivered under his touch. Closing her eyes, she moaned when he curved his fingers over the mound of her pussy, probing her wetness.
“Mmm, yes, you do.” Satisfaction laced his tone, making him sound smug. Normally, Juliet would have snarked back at him, but with his right hand gently resting a sharp knife next to her breast and his fingers circling her clit, she was having trouble coming up with a sassy reply.
When he pulled his hand away from her pussy, she made a sound of disappointment, her eyes opening to witness him bringing his fingers to his mouth. Holding her gaze, he popped the glossy digits between his lips, cleaning off her juices, and Juliet’s pussy clenched again. Fuck, that was so wrong and made it even hotter.
“What’s your safe word?”
“Red, but I’m very, very green right now. Sir.” It was still hard to remember to call him Sir, but it was getting easier. It felt wrong but right at the same time, even though she knew that didn’t mak
e sense.
Giving her a wink, he refocused on the knife, drawing it across her breasts and stomach, changing its angle so it scratched, scraped, and glided across her skin. Juliet shivered, doing her best to stay still as he tormented her with what he could do to her.
“Hold very, very still, sweetheart,” he said, then dragged the knife down her stomach to her thigh before sliding it between her legs.
Juliet’s breath caught in her throat at the same time she heard audible gasps from their watchers. The flat of the blade pressed against her inner thigh, then slid up. Orlando’s face was a mask of concentration. She whimpered, fear rising even faster than her arousal as the blade slid between her pussy lips.
She knew—knew—he would have the blunt edge up, but that didn’t stop the surge of worried terror. When she felt it press against her body, cold but not cutting, she nearly sobbed with relief. Her juices poured over the blade as Orlando carefully maneuvered it between her folds, keeping the point from actually pricking her while the blunt edge rubbed against her clit.
When he pulled it away, it was glistening and Orlando brought it up to her lips.
“Lick it clean,” he ordered, his voice husky.
Her tongue flicked out automatically, responding to his authority before she could think about it. Musky sweetness with a hint of salt rolled around her mouth, her tongue sliding up and down the flat of the blade as though it was his cock. Their eyes met again, and he watched her, rapt as she cleaned her own honey from the knife.
“Good girl.” Stepping back, he cleared his throat, then turned around, motioning to the Dungeon Monitor with the tray of knives. Clearly, they weren’t done yet. Juliet’s body throbbed with heady excitement.
What was he going to do next?
Orlando
Holy fuck. He’d done knife play scenes before, but nothing compared to this one. It wasn’t different in practice, but everything felt different. Juliet was so damn enticing and so fucking trusting.
Just thinking about how the knife had looked between her pussy lips—the arousing combination of its dangerous gleam surrounded by sweet, feminine flesh—blew him away. Normally, it wasn’t something he would have tried while playing with a new submissive, even for something like Roulette night, because it required absolute trust… but when Juliet hadn’t flinched at having designs traced over her bare skin, he decided to go for it.
Her arousal, and her trust in him, made him want to take things even further, but for that he needed a new knife.
Looking up, he met Master Elliot’s gaze, Lisa by his side with very wide, fascinated eyes. Orlando grinned at them. He didn’t really care about winning, other than perhaps for bragging rights, but he wasn’t sad to see them watching this scene. It was pretty hot already, and it was about to get even more interesting.
Turning back around, new blade in hand, he stalked back to where she was patiently waiting—hot, wet, and ready for him. Fuck, he wanted to sink his cock into her, but not this first scene. He was going to wait and make her wait as well. It would be worth it in the end.
For now, he had a pretty little subbie to torment, and he was looking forward to it.
“How far are you willing to go?” he asked when he reached her again, lifting the knife to drag the tip along the center of her thigh. Juliet licked her lips.
“Nothing that causes permanent damage,” she said.
Orlando’s sadistic side practically howled with triumph.
“I want to cut you.”
Her eyes flashed, almost amber from the fire burning within them.
“Yes, please, Sir.”
It nearly killed him to think they’d known each other for so long, and he’d never realized this side of her. Had never even suspected. Then again, they’d never really gotten close.
Orlando hadn’t dared. Not when his attraction to her had flared up constantly and inconveniently. He’d focused on keeping it hidden, which had meant staying physically away from her as much as possible.
Now, he could do anything to her, touch her in any way he wanted, and fuck her until his cock went limp. He planned to do exactly that.
Juliet
“Red!”
Juliet’s head jerked up at the woman’s frightened voice calling out the club’s safe word. She tensed in her bonds, and immediately Orlando was there, cradling her head in his hand, his green eyes intent on hers.
“It’s okay,” he murmured. “Just one of the other scenes. The dungeon monitors are taking care of it.”
Her muscles relaxed a little at his soothing tone, though she was still a little on edge. She doubted he’d mind. Someone else calling out their safe word was a reminder tonight was about pushing boundaries, testing their limits—and sometimes, someone could go too far. Which was why this required so much trust.
While she might have a physiological response to the knife, she knew she could trust Orlando. He wasn’t going to harm her, only hurt her just right. There was a difference—one Juliet reveled in. She relaxed further, submissively waiting for Orlando to get started, taking slow even breaths in and out. The other submissive would be taken care of, and right now Orlando was going to take care of her.
“Good girl,” he whispered before stepping back and raising the knife in his hand.
The blade pressed against the side of her breast, edge to her flesh, and Juliet froze, holding perfectly still. It moved over her skin, not actually slicing, but coming so close. If she moved the wrong way, it would break. She knew he intended to make at least one slice, wanted to cut her, and even though the idea excited her, she instinctively shied away from actually doing so.
The last person to draw her blood had been Hugh during a needle play scene when a few drops had been unintentionally shed. It hadn’t been like this. She felt like Orlando wanted something more from her, and she wanted to give it to him.
It happened quickly.
A quick draw of his hand.
A slice of fire along the side of her breast.
Then it was over.
Juliet looked down to see a red line where he’d drawn the knife across her skin, pressing deep enough to draw a tiny bit of blood. The knife moved to her other breast, pressed, and slid through a layer or two of skin as he drew it away from her, leaving behind a small scratch, a welt just big enough to sting.
“Good girl.”
A slightly deeper cut, high on one breast, just enough to draw blood, and Juliet stared, dazzled. It wasn’t much blood, but it was there. Orlando had deliberately cut her, and she’d let him—wanted him to. It was the single most intimate thing she’d ever done with another person. Would she have trusted Hugh to know what he was doing? She didn’t know. She didn’t think so.
She felt entirely safe in Orlando’s hands.
The knife moved over her skin, no longer slicing but dragging the blood across her stomach, using the blunt edge and the flat of the blade to paint with the bit of blood he’d drawn. Juliet had known he’d sketched, but this was not the medium she’d expected. He scratched the pattern into her skin at the same time, smearing the blood across her stomach.
He occasionally paused, his free hand caressing her breast, tweaking her nipples, dipping between her thighs to stroke her clit. Every passing second wound her tighter and tighter, leaving her panting and needy, the center of a maelstrom of pain, pleasure, blood, and sex.
When Orlando stepped back, the audience burst into spontaneous applause—he’d drawn a rose on her stomach in blood.
She was so busy staring at the pretty rose, trying to focus through the haze of her arousal, she jerked in surprise when Orlando stepped forward, the blade in his hand still gleaming with a reddish sheen. He lifted and pressed it against her throat while his other hand moved between her legs. Fear shrieked through her brain even as his fingers plunged inside her, a primal response to the cold metal pressing on her neck. It took her a moment to realize he was using the blunt edge to fuck with her head, to give her the sensation of being threatened witho
ut actually endangering her.
Her pussy shuddered around his fingers as they pushed in deep, invading her, shifting her senses from aroused awe to a careening, screaming need for sexual satisfaction. The heel of Orlando’s palm ground against her clit.
“Fuck!” She shuddered, her head tilting back even farther, baring more of her throat to him. The blunt edge maintained its pressure, making her dizzy. Just a twist of his wrist…
He wouldn’t do it. But he could.
Fingers moved inside of her, stroking over her G-spot, and Juliet cried out.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” Orlando murmured. His hand moved, rubbing her pussy, and the knife slid back down to her breast. Cold metal against her nipple, another scrape over her skin, then it disappeared when she jerked and cried out. Ecstasy burst from her center, her hips moving against his hand, shuddering as the winding tension inside of her released, leaving nothing but pleasure.
Chapter 6
Orlando
A small commotion not far away didn’t distract Orlando until he heard a woman shouting out, “It’s okay, she faints at the sight of blood.”
His head jerked up. It was hard to see through the crowd, but it seemed one of the other scenes going on nearby had been a little distracted by the rose he’d given Juliet. Whoops. It looked well-in-hand, though, and he had his own submissive to focus on.
After cleaning the small cuts and abraded skin he’d caused with the knife, Orlando almost regretfully wiped the blood rose away. It had been some of his finer work. Not something he got to do very often, that was for sure. It had looked good on Juliet, and he wished he could have gotten a picture, but he didn’t see the on-site photographer nearby and he didn’t want to leave her hanging up here. His memory would have to do.
