Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Scared


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.

"SHIT"

"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.



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19 comments:

  1. Interesting role reversal, but the piece felt incomplete, it needed the third act;)

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  2. It might be the opening act to something really rather dark and deviant. I never really know with my writing. Thank you for the feedback.

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  3. Welcome to Wicked Wednesday. They are such a lovely crowd of bloggers! Great story, wonderful twist. x

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    1. Thank you Muse, I have been watching this group from afar for a while and I am delighted to be able to join in now.

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  4. Great twist! is there more coming? :)

    ~Kazi xxx

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    1. There might be, I never know where my characters are going to end up.

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  5. Interesting piece with a nice twist. I am a big lover of knife play myself. I love the feel of cold hard steel against my skin.

    Mollyxxx

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    1. Who doesn't love the feel of a knife across their skin? In the right hands of course.

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  6. I love how you almost make an assumption as the reader at the beginning of the piece about the gender roles...

    I especially loved the line about "heart racing at an illegal speed"

    Well done!

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    1. Thank you for appreciating that line, I am rather partial to it myself.

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  7. Welcome to Wicked Wednesday!

    I love the twist at the end. I too have assumed that the roles were reversed and I was pleasantly surprised at the end. Nice writing!

    Rebel xox

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    1. Thank you for hosting the meme and thank you for the lovely comments.

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  8. I found the first paragraphs incredibly arousing and then the twist took me out of it. It then became a thought-provoking piece. I wonder if it was a twist because I imagined myself on the floor as a willing submissive or because I have been conditioned for this kind of narrative to be with a female victim. I love the fact that you have made me think! Thank you

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    1. Thought provoking erotica? How delicious. I am delighted that you enjoyed it.

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  9. It caught me as well - but it didn't put me out of it, rather it gave me an excuse to read it a second time. The first I was the one with the knife at the throat (which I love). The second, the one wielding it. As one who switches - even if I've not wielded a knife myself, it was great to be able to do that!

    xx Dee

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    1. Delighted that I could make you think AND make you smile Dee.

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  10. Welcome to Wicked Wednesday first off. Ok that caught me off guard. I was thinking a woman was being assaulted or something then it wasn't, now I want more..Oh and my blogger profile won't take you to my blog.. I had to make this account to fix my email thanks to G+. just an FYI if you make your blogger profile your G+ profile people cannot respond to your comments on their blogs via email. It basically erases your blogger profile. find me here

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    1. Aaahhh ok, thank you. I am still getting to grips with Blogger. And thank you for the lovely comment.

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  11. Wow, what a great post. How does one get into that situation?

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