violencejack

Her body is a temple. I worship at her feet.
She's taking that a bit literally today. She's got me in a high-backed wooden chair with my hands handcuffed behind my back and to the chair tight enough that I can barely move. One of her feet is firmly planted on the floor, the other firmly planted in my chest. She's wiggling her toes at me and telling me to suck them.
Right. Make me.
What little she is wearing today is all black: the boybeater I got her from SG Swag, a sheer black skirt that perhaps was intended to be a slip, a thong that resembles black dental floss in it's tininess, and strappy black heels. Painful, digging into my chest heels, but not painful enough to drag my eyes away from her leg and the way it curves upward into her thigh, which is so naughtily exposed right now. Yummy.
"Woman, you know when I get out of this I am going to hurt you."
"I know. That's why I am going to take my time and get my money's worth."
I'm not sure what goads me more, the indignity of being duped into this, the ease with which she played me, or the knowledge that this is payback for all the times I have tied her up and done wicked things to her. When she told me she wanted to strip for me, I got a big stupid grin across me face and let her drag me by the hand right into this trap like a lamb to the slaughter. By the time I felt the handcuffs around my wrists it was too late. My woman has gone all psycho, black widow style.
CRACK!
My head jerks to the side of it's own accord. A warm, stinging rush fills my cheek. I look up at her in disbelief just in time to catch the second blow. CRACK! Hmph. So this is how her ass must feel when I spank her. At least she got both sides. Still, I HATE it when people hit me.
"Suck on my toes, little boy."
I look up at her with raw fury in my eyes and growl something unintelligible but mostly obscene. She digs her heel into my chest a bit more, making me grit my teeth and snarl at her, then wanders off behind me where I can't see and starts rummaging through drawers. When she comes back she reaches around from behind me and holds a sharp piece of metal against my neck. I stop writhing and sit very very still.
"You are going to behave yourself."
Ok, perhaps I should be a little nicer to the lady with the knife... wait, that's...scissors? She pulls the scissors away from my neck and moves around to the side of me, where she starts cutting from the bottom of my sleeve up to the collar of my shirt. She repeats this on the other side, then cuts all the way down the center of my shirt such that it falls off. I'm a little scared right now, so I just kinda watch silently and smolder at her.
She untangles what's left of my shirt from the cuffs and uses it to gag me. I hate gags, they are so undignified and slobbery. Next, she undoes my pants and pulls them and my boxers down to my ankles so I look like I'm sitting on the toilet. I'm confident people have been gutted and left to die for less. No amount of rough ass fucking could possibly make up for this. I am going to have to invent new ways to hurt her to repay her for this.
She wanders off again, and I hear her click the stereo on. It's Garbage. Not bad, at least the music is pleasant. She comes back this time with a couple of my knives. BIG knives. To my surprise she starts to sway her hips to the music. Perhaps she wasn't lying about the striptease. Still, with those knives, she looks like Khali doing a dance of death; erotic, frighteningly sexy, and possibly deadly.
She runs the blades up and down her body. Her nipples are visibly hard through her shirt. Her skirt serves less to conceal than to tantalize with small glimpses of her pale flesh. She turns away from me and bends over, looking at me from the side of one ankle as she draws a line up the inside of her thigh with the tip of one blade. Oh, to be that cold sliver of steel, working slowly up that thigh towards her delicate, wet heaven. My cock is hard in spite of me.
She kneels at my feet and smiles up at me, then takes the tip of my cock in her mouth. I don't know what I did to deserve this, but hell yeah! Still, she is doing something else with her hands while her head bobs up and down. There is a wicked twinkle in her eyes as she looks up at me. Then, she takes my cock in one hand and holds it down. With the other, she takes a freshly unwrapped single-edge razor blade and taps the point of it against the base of my cock just above the hair, hard.

I swear to god I am having a heart attack at 26.

She cut my cock.

With a fucking razor blade.

A bead of blood quickly forms. She wipes it up with one finger and puts it in her mouth.
The cold terror in my heart makes my erection fade with a quickness.
"Awwwwwwww..."
She gives me a disappointed yet mischevious look, then puts the razorblade down with the knives and grabs my nipples, twisting visciously. Holy FUCK that hurts! I bite down hard on my gag, but muffled snarls still escape my lips.
She stands back up and resumes her dancing. No knives this time. Instead, she slowly takes off her shirt and rubs her tits in my face, then bends way over with her ass in my face and peels off her thong. Her pussy is so close I could almost lick it. It smells sweet. If I wasn't gagged I would bite into it like an apple and laugh when she screamed.
My shoulders ache from tension and being bound like this. My cock is hard and throbbing again, despite the pain from the cut she made.
She gives me a lapdance, furthering my frustration. My cock hurts from being so hard. To make matters worse, she turns to face me and starts rubbing herself against me. Rubbing her clit against my cock gets her off, but just frustrates the hell out of me, and she knows it. I want to bite her neck. I want to strangle her. I want to rip her flesh and drink her blood.
She picks the razorblade up and starts drawing lines down my chest, lightly, just barely breaking the skin. This is a pain I know. This I can handle. I do this to myself all the time. She starts with one down the middle, then two more branching off in a v at the top of my sternum, following the bone. Then, she draws crescents around my pecs. She even scores a tiny nick on each of my nipples, just enough to draw blood. Finishing that, she rubs her breasts up against my chest, staining her flesh with my blood like rouge.
Suddenly, she angles her hips towards me and lets me slip inside her wet hole. She gasps and picks up her pace, grinding into me. Her ass-bone is digging into my thighs, but not enough to make me go soft.
With one hand, she pushes my head to the side, exposing my neck. With the other, she cuts into me. The sharp sting is short lived, and quickly replaced by her warm lips sucking on the wound.
She is fucking me while she drinks my blood, and getting off on it! Her rhythm increases to a fast gallop as she approaches the point of no return. As she cums, her whole body quivers and she lets out this feral scream/growl that seems to come all the way back from her cavewoman ancestors.
She slumps over onto me, out of breath and shaking. While she pulls herself together, I'm left trying to decide which hurts more: my shoulders or my unsatisfied cock?
She better not take these cuffs off. She better just leave me here forever or kill me, 'cause when I get loose, it's on.