She’s so close, her head dangling back in bliss, her eyes closed and face slack. So close. I yank the blade free, and her eyes snap open. “What the fuck?” she screams. Chuckling again, I lick the handle of the blade clean as she watches, chest heaving. “You don’t get to come yet. You’re going to ride that edge, again and again, until it’s so painful for you that you beg to come.”
