The smell of jasmine overloaded my senses as I opened the door. The glossy finish of the wooden floor reflected the flames of nearly a hundred candles. Kane was sitting back in a plush, red velvet chair, his right ankle resting on his left knee. A faint smile brushed his lips and disappeared just as quickly.
"Come in," his voice was deep and sent a chill through my body.
This is it, I thought to myself. I took a deep breath and stepped over the threshold, surrendering all control.
He was truly beautiful to behold. His black hair, pulled loosely back with a white silk ribbon, was draped over his right shoulder and caressed his nipple. His body was nicely toned and I watched, with childlike fascination, every muscle's movement as he stood. He seemed to glide across the floor and into the candlelight. His skin was pale and free from flaws. I started to shiver as he slipped my dress off my shoulders and to the floor.
"Don't fear me," he whispered in my right ear before kissing my neck.
I let my head fall back as he kissed the front of my neck. When he stopped, he picked me up and carried me to the bed. He raised my arms above my head and restrained them to the posts. He then did the same to my legs, restraining them to the posts at the foot of the bed. I pulled gently against the restraints, testing their durability. I was nervous, and my senses were alert to everything he did. He knelt between my spread legs and placed his hand over, but not on, my pussy. The heat radiated from his hand and began to warm my clit. I pulled on my restraints and moaned, begging for his touch. He smiled and slid one finger inside. Once he was satisfied that I was thoroughly worked up, he removed his finger and disappeared into the shadows of the room. I strained to hear something...anything...that would tell me what he was doing. I heard nothing; he was silent as a mouse. When he returned, he was nude and carried a small, black lacquer box. I watched with trepidation as he slowly lifted the lid, teasing me with every creak of the hinges. Until now, I had never submitted to a man, but Kane had me under his spell. Everything about him was intimidating: his looks, his mannerisms, his eyes, his personality. He had me……lock, stock, and barrel.
He reached inside the box and produced a small, sharp knife.
"This is my favorite toy. I use it in ritual and for pleasure. You will come to enjoy it as well, my dear." I believed every word he said.
He moved between my legs and placed the tip of the razor-sharp blade above my left nipple. I caught my breath as I felt the tip glide through my tender flesh. Blood began to run down the side of my breast as steel met fatty tissue. He pulled the knife down the side, under, and up the other side of my nipple. A violent orgasm ripped through my body as he slowly and gently skinned my left breast. I watched breathlessly as he brought a piece of flesh to his lips and licked the blood from it before taking a bite. I began licking my lips and he offered me a taste of myself. I took a bite and savored the taste before swallowing. I tasted much better than my nameless boy had tasted.
I wanted him so bad. I wanted Kane to devour me. I wanted him to peel my flesh off and devour me while fucking me.
"Fuck me…please. Eat my flesh as you slam your dick in my pussy." Kane smiled.
He slid inside my pussy and began to fuck me hard as he cut and peeled the skin from my entire chest. I screamed as the most violently intense orgasm of my life ripped its way through my body. I felt him bury his face in the bloody tissue of my chest before everything went black.