22. Dax #2
Taking the flat edge to both blades, he let them run down my back making me aware that he had them, giving me a moment to adjust to where this was going.
Then on the second pass, he used them with a fair amount of pressure to make an X across my back then up the middle again.
In a gliding motion, he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind and drew them across my stomach as if he were going to slice me open.
Just when the burn of the scrapes the knives were leaving behind were almost too much, he slid his cock into me.
He held my hips and fucked me hard and deep, sending a rush of endorphins to my brain.
When he felt me relax once more, he slowed and brought the knives into play again.
Using one to circle the base of my breast then run them both over my chest, he’d only move inside me when the blades weren’t touching me.
It was a blend of the bite of the blades, even dulled, and the heat of being fucked.
Cam pulled out of me, making me cry out in protest only to feel lube poured between my ass cheeks. Then his finger followed, probing at my ass, loosening me for him to use that hole as well. It didn’t take long with how turned on I was, and I relaxed easily, encouraging him to fuck my ass.
When he finally did press into me, I moaned, feeling every ridge of his Jacob’s ladder. “Thank you, Master, thank you for fucking my ass.”
“Did you forget that I know you, flower? That I pay attention, and I’ve made it my life’s goal to know everything about what you love,” Cam informed me as he slid the final inch to be fully seated in my ass.
“I also know this won’t be enough, and you’ve come to love being fucked in both holes.
Since I don’t have another cock to meet that need, this will have to do. ”
The hilt of one of the knives was thrust up into my greedy pussy.
The feel of the hard round rubber hilt with the grooves cut into it for a better grip made for a glorious sensation as Cam fucked me with it as he pounded my ass.
The hilt had a hand guard that stuck out wider and hit me right in the clit, which prevented his hand from slipping onto the knife’s blade.
Sensations were assaulting me everywhere as he used his free hand to tug on my nipple clamps.
“If you want to come, my little flower, then you better ask for that privilege,” Cam instructed. “This isn’t going to be a free ride you get to take without permission.”
Fuucckkk, I screamed in my head as everything in me started to clench. If I asked to come now, I knew he’d tell me no, it was too soon. He wanted to play with me longer, and I could tell how rock hard his cock was that if I came, I’d milk him whether he wanted to come or not.
“Master, slow down, please,” I begged.
“No, flower, I want you to shatter into a million pieces when you come as I fuck you with this knife,” Cam told me.
He paused for a moment and removed the blindfold, causing me to blink at the sudden light.
When my vision cleared, I found I was staring right into a huge mirror the size of the wall but had been covered by a curtain.
Somewhere along the way, Cam had pulled it back enough for me to see myself clearly.
Red welts from the knives stood out on my pale flesh.
What had me almost coming on the spot was seeing Cam’s leather-gloved hand working the hilt of the knife in and out of my pussy.
“You look so fucking beautiful all tied up and at my mercy,” Cam whispered in my ear as he slammed into my ass with slow movements punctuating his words.
“I can tell you’re trying not to come, but I’m going to take the control away from you as well.
You’re going to come when I tell you to, understand? ”
I nodded, only that got me a slap to the tit, sending a shock of pain that cut through my impending orgasm.
Apparently, pain was a rather effective disruption to an orgasm.
In an amazing ability of coordination, Cam sped up both his movements and that of the knife until he was alternating thrusts.
I leaned back into him, and he gripped my throat, placing a solid expert choke hold on me.
There was nothing I could do but surrender to this moment, unable to move, fight, or even breathe without his permission.
As the room started to grow dim and the blissful, euphoric state I got from being choked, Cam released his grip. He kept his hand there but let up on the pressure, letting me gasp for air like it was the sweetest gift I’d ever been given.
“Now, my flower, I want you to come right now,” Cam ordered.
True to his word, he knew my body just as well as I did, and he knew I needed one more thing to tip me over the edge into that orgasm.
Gripping the chain for the nipple clamps, he yanked down as hard as he could, snapping the clamps off me, sending me rocking into that orgasm.
I came so hard I forced the knife out and squirted all over the floor.
Prepared for this outcome, Cam had his leather-covered fingers working my clit furiously, sending me into another wave of bliss and squirting out more as I screamed my release.
Cam bit my shoulder and jerked his hips into me as I felt him come in my ass.
He hugged my body to him as he gave little shuddering thrusts.
Like a wolf claiming his mate, Cam was marking me as his with teeth, cum, and something that seemed to bind us together on a level that I’m not sure anyone else could achieve, but it wasn’t deeper or more important than my connection to any of my other husbands.
The difference was, in this moment, it was all about Cam and me.
I’ve had these with most of my men, but the two of us needed this to reclaim the trust we once had in each other that was lost after the miscarriage and my walking away from him.
“Dax,” Cam whispered in my ear. “I don’t know that I’ll ever be able to explain the love I have for you.
But tonight, you showed me you have the same level of love and trust I have in you.
I couldn’t let us go into battle with an enemy like Marco without you and I reclaiming this part of who we are together.
We needed to re-establish our trust in each other beyond a shadow of a doubt.
The first step was confronting what happened with our baby, then you running from me, and this the final step in giving over the ultimate show of surrendering to me because you knew I’d always do right by you. ”
Slowly, he pulled out of me, hit the button for the hoist to lower, and unclipped my wrists from the bar but didn’t remove the cuffs.
Right now, I didn’t give a fuck about what that might mean as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me.
I took back some of my control and tongue fucked the shit out of his mouth.
Everything he’d just said was true and full of things that scared me to death.
He was right. Up until this moment, I didn’t trust him with my life the same way I did with Wes, Eagle, Void, Sprocket, Picasso, and Cognac.
Each of them had proven to me one way or another they would put their life on the line for me, and I’d do the same.
I don’t think I would have ever admitted to Cam that I had lingering doubts if he’d truly choose me over everything else.
That might make me a selfish bitch or one who was so suspicious that I expected everyone to be capable of turning their back on me if given the right motivation.
After this experience together, though, he had me at his mercy.
There was nothing I could have done, blindfolded and powerless, with a knife that could have slit my throat with hardly any effort.
Instead, he brought me to a whole new level of bliss I never knew existed.
As we kissed, his hand slipped between my still-spread legs and let his fingers slip inside me. Gasping with how sensitive I was after the knife handle, I clung to him as he finger fucked me into another mind-blowing climax.
“I told you, flower, I wanted to see you bloom again and again until you begged me to stop,” Cam reminded me.
For the next few hours, Cam showed me all the new skills he learned from the Doms here.
I didn’t think you could come as many times as I did.
My appreciation for electric wands that plugged in was at an all-time high, and I was never letting him buy one to have at the house, or my happy button would be vibrated right off my body.
When he’d come for the third time, and I couldn’t even talk anymore, we decided it was time to call it a night.
The bathroom had a shower but also a beautiful claw-foot tub.
Cam helped me shower off first since there were way too many fluids for a bath to even be considered.
Then we both sank into the tub, and Cam simply held me, whispering how much he loved me.
He even told me stories about his childhood with his dad that he’d never been willing to talk about before.
When we got all pruney, he toweled me off, then rubbed in a soothing cream from head to toe that helped with all the marks left behind from our playing.
The others were not going to be big fans of this, but I didn’t fucking care.
I was blissed out beyond belief, and I wasn’t going to let them rain on my parade.
All the stress I’d been holding from everything going on was wrung out of me until my body just tingled with pleasure.
Cam got me back in my dress, wrapped Picasso’s coat around me, and carried me out to the car.