That knife was at the throat. It was a long knife, one with a curve in the blade. It had already been scraped down the skin on the back leaving white hot trails. Some of those trails had risen to be welts but there was no blood drawn. Yet. The fact that it was at the throat was frightening; it was too much to think about at the moment; believe it or not there were other more pressing concerns.
Hair was gripped, pulled between fingers so little blades of hair stuck up like grass. It was gripped so tight that strands of hair had parted from the scalp leaving their dark bulbous roots exposed to the air. Not too much was ripped out but just enough to know that they were serious, there was not getting out of this situation without some serious pain. The whole situation felt serious: it felt dire.
Head was cocked over to one side, ear exposed. This lead to thoughts of the knife going from the throat to the ear. There was a growl. A primeval method of communication which went from the aural senses to somewhere deep in the Lizard hind brain. There was no higher level executive functioning to this sound, pure fear, that was what it induced.
"Shit!" she thought.
"Fuck, how am I going to get out of this? How the hell do I end up in these situations?"
Heart racing at an illegal speed. Mouth dry. Stomach rolling, reeling from the adrenalin dump. Clenching her jaw, Georgina struggled to get her breath under control. It felt as though she was on auto pilot, observing what was going on from the other side of a pane of glass. Everything felt a bit surreal.
"Stay knelt down. It is where you belong. At my feet. I like you broken. I like you crying. I like you to begging for me to stop, knowing that it will never happen until I am ready. Until I have had my fill of you."
Stephen was shuddering. He was shaking, quivering from tip to toe. He wanted this so badly. It was all that he had been able to think about all day. He had been absorbed by the thought of this moment. The calmness in his mind. No longer did his breaths come in short intermittent bursts, now they were smooth and flowing.
There was a sense of home coming for Stephen because he loved being at her feet.