“You are,” I whisper immediately. I’m out of brattiness faster than usual tonight. Sometimes, I put up a long fight and he’s forced to break me down completely. Tonight, though, I just want him as fast as I can get him. “Please. I need it so bad, baby. You are. Just you.”
The belt clatters to the floor. I hear him reach for something else, there’s a strange shiiiink noise, and then cold metal presses flat against my lower back.
It’s a knife. The flat of it, not the edge, but my body doesn’t seem too concerned about that distinction, especially not when he teases it under the waistband of my underwear. The steel is freezing against my overheated skin.
He shimmies the flat under the lace at my hip. One quick sawing motion and the fabric gives way with a soft rip. He does the same on the o
