They are cuddled together, enjoying each other's company, but she wants more. She tilts her head and kisses his neck.
He smiles and pulls her tight, nestling her head beneath his chin. He wants more too, but is holding back, as he feels his darker urges growing within him, slowly overpowering his control.
She smiles and kisses his neck again, waiting for him to take the initiative.
"Hmm, what should I do with this little slut?" he muses as he strokes her cheek and lets his nails make a thin red line down along her spine.
She presses her cheek into his hand, kissing his thumb gently, tenderly.
He presses his thumb into her mouth, enjoying the sensation, his other hand presses under her pants to explore her ass.
She smiles again, now sucking on his thumb, moving her ass against his hand.
His hand squeezes and wanders as he shudders from the sensations her mouth gives him. He presses his wandering thumb against her rear entrance, monitoring her reaction.
She presses against his thumb slightly as she Sucks on his other thumb a little harder, massaging his hand gently with her own.
He grins as his idea is formulated now. He pulls back rolls her to her back, one hand beside her, the other still at her mouth. "Lose the pants," he growls softly as he hovers inches above her, drinking in her blue eyes as he enjoys his position of power.
She pushes her pants down as she squirms and kicks them off, all the while still smiling up at him. She blinks innocent eyes up at him as she kisses his hand again.
His supporting hand moves and grabs her crotch roughly, squeezing as he asks "whose is this?" His hand moves from her mouth to gently grip her neck, not choking her, just controlling her movement.
She moans softly, letting her eyes fall shut as she whispers "Yours".
"Good girl." His hands move up to her luscious breasts. They are full and round with wide puffy areolas; her nipples rigid from excitement. His hand trails lightly over her delicate belly as he reaches a nipple and roughly squeezes and tugs. "And whose is this?" He tugs extra hard on the last word, accenting his meaning.
She moans gently and pulls away from his hand, adding even more pressure to her nipple. "Oh, it's yours..."
He repeats the same question as he adds nails to his treatment of her other nipple, his other hand unconsciously clenches around her tender neck. She moans loudly this time, answering the same way, pulling against him gently.
"Well then," he says, "I think my property should be marked." Without waiting for an answer he then instructs her to remove her shirt as he produces a small "gentleman's knife", a tiny folder with a blade no more than two inches, but razor sharp.
She pulls her shirt off and smiles at him sweetly as he takes it from her hands.
He takes the shirt and quickly folds it and positions it under her left thigh, simultaneously spreading her legs. He then runs the blade gently against her lips, slowly gliding the cool metal lower and lower; across breasts, belly, pussy, and coming to rest on her thigh.
She moans and presses back against the floor with her hands, her fingers clutching the carpet, shuddering against the feel of the metal on her thigh.
He presses the blade in; making a shallow cut about two inches long inside the tenderest part of her thigh. He pauses and admires her expression as he waits for the blood... his blood. Her expression is one of pure ecstasy, delighting in the sting and the blood flowing from the cut. He smiles as the blood trickles, stooping to lick it up, even sucking on the cut some. Her scent mixed with the taste of blood is intoxicating to him.