Danger. Every hair on my body stood on end as I felt him move towards me. Danger, that's what I felt. Evolutionary instinct had taught humans to sense when something bad was coming, and that's how I felt in this very moment. I'd been walking through to the next room, minding my own business, I don't know how he just 'appeared' but he did. I smelt his cologne, I smelt that musk that lingered on my skin after we shared a night together but what made me shudder, what made me melt, was the knife.
I saw his hands appear at either side of my head, a silver blade in his right, his left brushing up my neck and across my cheek. I didn't have time to flinch or gasp, let alone run from him, he had complete control. His left hand anchored itself into my hair and tugged my head back, exposing my throat. I stood perfectly still except for my trembling hands, my pupils blown wide, but through the fear and the threat I felt arousal. Not the kind that makes you tingle or blush, not the kind that makes you wriggle and pant, it was the kind of arousal that can make you rip clothes and break beds. Animalistic, primal and aggressive. I closed my eyes as the blade pressed against my throat, my muscles struggling to contract as I swallowed. He could kill me. That knife was more than sharp enough to cleave skin from bone. He could slit my throat but I did not care.
The same arousal that I was feeling, was rolling off him in waves. His whole body was ready for this and I knew perfectly well I had no choice. Then I struggled. I tried to move, to sidestep, to get away from him, but I was anchored between him, the wall, and the knife. He chuckled as I tried to escape and I felt his fingers tighten in my hair and the knife press a little harder into my throat. If I could have seen his face and body, I would have seen that wicked smile, I would have seen his eyes dark with desire, I would have seen his erection barely contained by his jeans. I felt panic rise in my throat and I pushed back, using what little strength I had to shove him away from me, but nothing worked. He shifted the knife, nesting it just under my chin, deliberately grazing me, making a hiss of pain escape my clenched teeth.
"Trying to escape are we?" My hands shook a little harder and I felt heat blossom between my legs. Tears pricked at the corner of my eyes, I was a melting pot of sensation and emotion but it was so...so intoxicating.
Then something changed. I felt the grip in my hair loosen, and the knife to my throat taken away. He turned me round roughly to meet my eyes and he was smirking.
"Run. Go on. See how far you can get before I catch you." He stepped away from me, leaving me just enough room to escape. That look of cool amusement made me giggle and as it was the only thing I could do, I ran. But, he was playing a game. Predator and prey. Just as I rushed past him, he grabbed my arm, stopping me dead.
"Firstly, I'll give you a head start, secondly if you will insist on running, I want you naked when I catch you." With one last smirk, he let me go and I ran away on shaking legs. It was a small apartment space, and there weren't many places to hide or escape, but this just made it so much more exciting. Adrenaline coursed through my body and I was tingling from head to toe, clumsily stripping my clothes as I darted from room to room. I heard him calling out for me, his footsteps slow and deliberate and I felt completely helpless. Suddenly I found myself trapped in a room and as he came through the doorway, my legs gave way and I sunk to the floor.
When he looked at me like that, I was helpless. His eyes burned into mine, his teeth sharp in his smile and that knife. That damn knife. He was running his thumb along the blade, slowly and deliberately. I whimpered, curling my knees closer to my body and finally breaking his gaze. The clink of metal and the pop of buttons made me look up again and my eyes went wide. He was so hard, it looked physically uncomfortable. He had no underwear on, I could see him clearly through his open jeans and I moaned. Lazy hands tucked the knife in his back pocket for a moment as he pulled his shirt off, discarding it to one side. My mouth watered at the sight of him and my cunt ached and throbbed with every erratic beat of my heart. The knife returned to his hand and he walked towards me and slowly knelt at my feet.
"Spread your legs." I bit my lip and against my own bratty judgment, complied. I lowered my knees, stretched my legs out and opened them slowly. I was that wet that my inner thighs were glistening and I watched him lick and bite his bottom lip. My eyes now followed the knife pass from hand to hand as he pondered what to do with me, I was burning up and broke the silence with a plea.
