The cool steel glided over her abdomen, starting just below her breasts and tracing downward in slow, deliberate lines. He drew lazy circles around her navel, straight lines from her ribs to her hips, then back up. The blade's edge barely touched her, but it gave her goosebumps and made her muscles tense with anticipation just the same.
"Feel safe enough to f**k now, baby?" Dean asked, his blazing eyes piercing Tracy's cautious ones.
Each pass of the knife over her skin sent electric jolts to her core, the control daddy took of the knife heightening her arousal.
Daddy was here. He would save her. If she needed to be f****d to feel better…
Tracy squirmed, the mix of fear and excitement making her c**t throb, her breaths coming in heavy pants.
"Daddy knows best. It's just therapy, rig
