I watch her undress me in silence. I reposition her beneath me and force her knees apart.
“I want to hear you moan,” I say before thrusting into her repeatedly. But all I receive is silence.
I stop and stare at her, but she refuses to meet my eyes even while I’m buried inside her, my hips slamming against her body. I thrust again and then pull back, slapping her thigh hard enough to force her legs wider.
I rise, unlock my drawer, and retrieve my Swiss army knife.
“Let’s make things more exciting.”
I drag the blade against her throat while thrusting into her again. Her moans finally become audible, and that excites me even more until I eventually finish.
She collapses exhausted onto her back while I play with the knife against her skin, refusing to let her relax. I want her awake. She
