Him and She

First part and first atempt so be nice :s


Part 1:

The familiar sound of the front door clicking shut made her look away from her book, looking at him with a little smile. “How was your day?”. Her smile slowly fading as her eyes came to rest on his expressionless face and lingering on his eyes trying to guess his mood. Sitting unmoving on the sofa, eyes following him as he moved closer, a sudden small feeling coming over her as he looked down into her eyes, goose bumps running down her spine as her eyes flicked away from his, biting down on her lip knowing the meaning behind his stare. Backing slightly into the sofa trying to curl up as small as she could, her legs curling up under her almost protectively, a slightly tingle running over her body.

“Stand up.” The command was short and cold sounding as his eyes ran over her body watching her quickly push up onto her feet. Standing just in front of the sofa shifting slightly on her feet, his gaze making her heart start to speed. Keeping her eyes fixed on the floor not daring to look back up at him again concentrating on a single spot, her mind racing trying to guess his next move, knowing his moods could be unpredictable and hard to decipher.

“Clothes off slut of mine.” A small smile rippling over her lips as the “of mine” ran round her head, eyes flicking to his for a split second catching the tiny reassuring smile he gave back, taking a deep breath and quickly pulling her top off over her head, letting it fall to her feet. The cooler air hitting her skin making it goose pimple even more, a shiver running down her spine from the mixture of the air and his gaze. Feeling even more naked in front of him than she already was. His voice speaking slow and deeper, a cutting sound of danger piercing through the momentary feeling of safety. “Does a good slut treat her clothes like dish rags?”

Scrabbling quickly to her knees, taking the top in her faintly trembling fingers trying to fold it as neatly as she could, fumbling under his stare knowing a smirk was spreading across his lips. After what seemed like ten minutes she placed the top neatly by her knees on the floor. Her voice muttering and slightly hard from the frustration with herself. “No Sir, sorry”.

Staying perfectly still on her knees as she felt him moving closer, still not daring to look up, her heart in her mouth, the beating filling her head making it hard to concentrate on anything but his approaching presence. His hands gently resting on her shoulders from behind, her eyes closing feeling the warmth in his hands and enjoying the closeness of his body to hers. With a sudden shove from his strong arms pushing her onto her stomach on the floor, his hands roughly grabbing the top of her jeans and tugging them down, feeling the coarse fabric sliding over her bare skin and down over her thighs and calves till they slipped off over her feet, her toes curling a flush spreading over her cheeks along with the harsh feeling of vulnerability. A sharp stinging slap meeting her flesh and echoing slighting round the room, her legs flinching closed automatically as the ripple of pain washed over her, her teeth clenching with a short shuddering breath.

His hands rested lightly at the base of her spine making her tense ever so slightly. He ran his fingers slowly over her naked skin, feeling the goose bumps spreading and following his fingers. Her shoulder tensing as his fingers run up the back of her neck, the hairs standing on end, her skin sensitive to every touch of his fingers, flinching slightly as his fingers tighten on the back of her neck. Swallowing hard feeling her moth going dry. The teasing touch turning her on edge not knowing if another blow was to follow or what he was thinking. His fingers lingering there for a few seconds before grabbing a fist full of her long hair and pulling her head sharply back, their eyes meeting again for a second as he quickly stood pulling her roughly to her feet and walking off towards the kitchen. Stumbling after him, her head swimming as his grip tightened in her hair, trying to keep up with his swift strides and hold her balance, her vision bluring as her eyes began to water the intense pull in her scalp making each step feel like an eternity.

Part2:

The edge of the counter pushing up against her stomach, forcing her to bend forward slightly. The cold tiles on the floor making her shiver uncontrollably, her nipples hardening from the cold and excitement. Feeling his boot at her ankle roughly kicking her legs wider apart as she put her hands on the counter top to steady herself slightly. His words were calm and collected not a hint at the fact he had a girl helpless and in his control in front of him. “You are going to have to keep very still slutling, is that understood? No moving or flinching”. Panic bubbling quickly in her stomach having never heard this order before, she adjusted herself on her feet slightly and locked her knees in place determined to show him that whatever he had planned she would do as told. Her reply a simple nod.

He walked off to the other end of the kitchen her head turning to follow his movements. His head snapped round to look at her his eyes still expressionless. “Did I tell you you could move, girl?”. She turned her head back to look at the wall in front of her fixing her eyes on an imaginary spot, her chest rising and falling hard as her breathing deepened. She heard him slowly opening a drawer noticing his movements were much slower and quieter than normal making her head rush with nerves. She shifted slightly on her feet again, the movement going unnoticed by him.

She was suddenly aware of his presence directly behind her, his warm breath falling on the nape of her neck. His voice now a whisper. “Remember your promise to keep still”. She flinched forward as one of his fingers brushed lightly over her inner thigh, swallowing hard with relief and holding back still again. His voice once more a whisper in her ear sending a shiver of pleasure down her spine as his breath fell against her sensitive skin.

“You think that’s all I’m going to do slut? You think all I’m going to do is tease you with my fingers and breath? I know exactly how to get you on edge with that but I think you could do with a lesson in trust and how to hold still when you are told to. You seem to have a problem with that don’t you humm?”

Part 3:

Closing her eyes trying to think through him deliberately making her more nervous. He stepped a few paces back away from her the sudden closeness and warmth of his body gone, she stood there listening to his faint breathing fighting the desperate urge to turn and look at him, feeling her legs beginning to ach from the wait and the position he had her in.

She stood there, bent slightly forward trying to listen for any movement from him, her heart thumping in her head, suddenly noticing how heavily and painfully she was leaning against the counter. Needing desperately to move she parted her lips slightly to speak when something flat and slightly cold pressed against the small of her back.

The need to move, the pain in her legs, the pressure on her stomach all suddenly faded away with one small intake of breath. She held perfectly, his voice soft and calm. ?Hold still and trust me and all will be fine, you move girl and you won?t be so lucky. Not trusting your Sir could have painful consequences.?

He moved the blade up onto its edge resting it lightly against the same spot letting her rest still for a few seconds. Slowly his hand moved down her spine, each nub on her spine making the blade rise slightly making the pressure faintly harder over her skin.

Her senses sharp her skin started to tingle all over, her ears pricking to each of his movements, listening to his steady breathing, feeling the sharp tip of the blade rising and falling over her spine feeling like all her entire sense of touch had been transferred into the tip of the knife. She closed her eyes concentrating on holding still just her toes curling as his hand moved further down right to the top of sensitive dimple. He rested the knife there twisting it slightly right on its tip her legs instantly tensing harder, feeling the blade pushing harder against her skin. ?You move anymore than that girl and you?ll get a permanent reminder of your distrust.? His voice was hardened as though talking through gritted teeth, her eyes snapping back open at his words, her voice a faint mumble. ?Sorry Sir.?

She took a deep breath, letting her eyes flicker back shut as her skin prickled
Faintly with sweat the blade finally moving again, the pressure lightening. He moved further down letting the knife almost tickle down the crease of her cheeks smiling slightly at her faint moan knowing it was from confused pleasure and fear. Moving the blade down between her thighs letting it lightly brush against her sensitive, pink folds his smile widening, watching her toes curl harder and her hands tense, a single smudge of her wetness appearing on the tip of the blade.

Chuckling slightly as she moved her legs further apart. ?Your lucky I?d moved the blade away.? She smiled the scared feeling in her stomach relieved slightly by his chuckle. ?Well I can?t help it Sir you?re a wicked tease.? Giving her a playful light slap. ?Flattery won?t get you out of what I?ve got planned slut?.

Here ya go, sorry it was delayed a few days. I posted it to gd and forgot to on here :s


She held back perfectly still hearing the warning tone in his voice. The blade slowly running down her left inside thigh. Her whole body was flushing with desire the slow movement of the blade leaving a trail of heated flesh after it. The feeling of danger and the overwhelming want to trust him making her body motionless, even her breathing seemed to slow and become shallower.

The blade moved down past the crease of her knee and round to the front of her calf. She felt him adding more and more pressure to the sharp edge, her eyes flicking suddenly back open the panic filling every inch of her body. She look round at him her eyes wide and beginning to glisten, going to speak to him but her bottom lip just trembling slightly instead. He looked back at her his stare intense and unblinking still adding more and more pressure to the blade. She held perfectly still her heart back in her mouth, not noticing her leg beginning to tremble slightly. He moved the blade just slightly to the slide dragging it over her skin, intently watching it.

She felt warm liquid trickle slowly down her leg and over her toes. Looking down her eyes blurred so much with tears she could hardly see. Her breath shuddering uncontrollably. He pulled her quickly back against him wrapping his arms tightly round her and whispering softly in her ear. “You are such a good girl for me.” Her tears ran down her cheeks, screwing her eyes up tight trying to show she could be stronger for him, sniffing hard to pull back the tears.

He shifted down onto his knees gently guiding her down into his lap and wrapping his arms back round her, kissing her cheek with a smile. He leant down and lightly ran his tongue along the line of blood on her calf. She quickly wiped her eyes with the back of her hand watching him silently a tingle of pain running through her body but a slight smile appearing on her lips. The cut was only small, about the depth of a shaving cut but she had hardly felt it. She had managed to think through it for him, show him she could trust, shown she was able to ignore her fears for him and could do exactly as told by him.

He slowly sat back up placing his hand over the cut an adding a little pressure. Leaning forward and placing a soft kiss over each of her eye lids and wiping the last of her tears away with her thumb. Wrapping her arms round him tight and pulling herself in close to him feeling safe and happy in his arms. Muttering to him “It was only a small cut though.” He blinked and looked down at her unable to stop himself laughing. “You can never see how great your achievements with me are can you girl.”