Meanwhile, my fingers get busy popping open the pearl snaps on my flannel shirt. The fabric hangs open as I stand and walk to where she sits. I swoop the red curtain of hair aside to drop a trail of kisses along her neck. The sweet scent of temptation fills my lungs when I inhale. She tilts her head to give me better access, which I reward with a gentle bite. A long, slow lick eases the sting.
Frankie sighs and sags in the seat. I grin against her skin, pleased that my touch does the trick. Her knives are temporarily forgotten. That allows me to grab whichever one I want. After attaching the leather protective guard, I lift a double-edged fixed dagger from the holder. Its thick, bulbous handle is probably meant to ensure a steady grip while repeatedly stabbing into someone. My plans have a more pleasurable outcome.
“Careful, stud.” Frankie breathes. “It’s sharp.”
“Take off your clothes or I’ll do it for you,” I command.
“Want to try that again?” She motions to the twenty-nine blades within her reach.
I flip the knife in my hand, catching it by the covered tip. “Only need one to get the job done.”
She rises from the chair with a lethal grace I should take as a warning. Her gaze carves a path along the exposed muscles of my abdomen. I flex under her appraisal, arching my hips forward to reveal how hard she gets me. A recognizable hunger snarls from her hooded stare, jacking mine into a frenzy.
“You’re lucky you’re hot,” she says while unzipping her black corset.
Arousal surges through me when her perky tits bounce into view. “Or you’d chop my balls off?”
“Something like that.” Her pointy nails dip beneath the waistband of her skin-tight pants, dragging the stretchy material down her toned legs.
My gulp is audible as she stands buck naked. “No panties?”
Frankie’s laugh is husky. “They disintegrated after all your surprises today. Saved me the trouble of removing them. Thanks for that.”
I beckon to her with the dagger. “C’mere, menace.”
She lifts a foot onto the chair, putting her bare pussy on display. “No.”
That sass sets me in motion. I put the sheathed knife between my teeth while bending low. In the next breath, she’s hoisted over my shoulder as I turn for the bed. She bucks in my grasp and screeches like a rabid raccoon. My palm smacks her ass, which drops a match on her fiery attitude.
“Savage,” she hisses. Her body wriggles against me with the force of a hurricane. “I’m gonna kill you.”
“Nah,” I chuckle. “You’d miss me too much.”
“Give me that knife and find out.”
“I’d rather fuck some obedience into you.”
When I drop her onto the mattress, she immediately flings upright. Tattoos and unbridled fury blanket her vibrating form.Her glare demands retribution. She’s the spitting image of an unruly mare I need to tame.
I smirk around the knife still in my bite while shrugging out of my shirt. Quick, jerky motions undo my belt and shuck my jeans, leaving me in a tented pair of boxers. My thumb hooks the elastic band as I free the blade from the sleeve. It slices into the top of the fabric like melted butter.
A breathy moan spills from Frankie’s parted lips. “Careful with that dick, big boy. It’s too nice to maim.”
“Maybe you should rip the rest.”
She eyes the dagger in my hand, but her ass scoots forward. Her fingers tug at the cut I started, splitting the cotton straight down until it falls to the floor. A soft moan flutters from her as my hard cock bobs in the open. I caress the flat of the steel along her jaw. Our roles are reversed for a change. One wrong move and it’s a disaster.
Before Frankie can reach for me, I kneel on the carpet and yank her to the edge of the bed. She yelps while collapsing onto her back, squirming in a weak attempt at escape. With minimal effort, her knees are draped over my shoulders and her pussy is a breath away from my tongue. I inhale her addictive scent, my mouth watering for a taste. But first, I sheathe the blade and drift the protected tip along her arousal. Moisture soaks the leather guard instantly.
I swipe through her slick center again. “Does this turn you on, menace?”
Her hips shift restlessly. “Mhmm.”
“Ever been fucked by a knife?”
“No,” she wheezes.
“About to be,” I warn.