He circled the handle around her cheek again, pressing a bit firmer, watching her eyes for any signs of panic.
Instead, he saw a spark of curiosity, her breathing deepening as the sensation awakened something Dean didn't dare try to place. At least, not yet.
Encouraged, Dean moved the handle lower, sliding it down her neck, over her collarbone, and between her braless t**s.
The thin fabric of her tank top did little to buffer the pressure of the knife as he pushed it into her cleavage, rocking it back and forth slowly.
"Daddy," she couldn't help moaning, her mouth falling open as her p***y started dampening for her daddy's attention to her t**s.
Surely, this wasn't what he did to his patients? Daddy was a s*x therapist, Tracy knew, but she didn't dare find out what exactly that mea
