Over Time

His body pushes mine, and I feel my arms hook against something metal. The feel of rope wrapping around the top of my arms. Then, more rope is wrapped around the top of my chest above my breasts, then below them, and around my waist.

"Try to move." I go to move but I can't, I can't push my chest up or anything. It's like I'm stuck in the same position.

"I can't, sir," I pant, and he kisses my neck.

"Good." His word is growled, and I shake, feeling the dagger run down my body. He's got it flat against me, so it doesn't even scratch. As it reaches my hip, it turns, and he drags it along my body. I feel the blade scratching against my skin.

My body tries to push closer to the blade to get more, but it doesn't move. As it reaches my breast, he drags it along to the other and then down that side of my body. The knife lifts, and I relax slightly before I feel something push inside of me, his hand moves it faster and I cry out.

I go to close my legs to stop the pleasure, and he stops me. His