{"loaderData":{"4":{"story":{"id":"479482d4-d9f6-48d3-be8b-6e8b90e5910c","seriesId":null,"seriesName":null,"currentUserId":"00000000-0000-0000-0000-000000000000","added":"2024-09-02T03:38:01.916Z","title":"Going To The Edge","slug":"going-to-the-edge","shortId":"3Zlv7OHq","authorNote":"Be warned - this story features consensual edge/knife play. There is blood but no mutilation or amputation. NOT a snuff story. Do not read if it shocks or offends you. The following is an \"edge play\" fantasy, which means things like infection and accidentally severed veins and arteries do not happen, and the characters magically heal just like they do in action films. NOT SSC and not intended as a depiction of BDSM lifestyle.","disclaimer":"As always, please do not reproduce without written permission. Not intended to represent any person or organisation living or dead.","type":"Short","paidUrl":null,"synopsis":"Caroline's sister is in deep trouble with a loan shark. She can't pay her sister's debt, but when she realises he has a fetish for knife play, perhaps she can settle it in kind.","partCount":1,"parts":[{"partId":"121d9048-4612-4037-bbf7-80803203cf81","title":null,"summary":" The door opened and Hugo looked up from the screen of his notebook,\nwhich displayed the day's ","wordCount":4608,"readTime":23,"number":1,"state":"Published"}],"currentPart":1,"contentTitle":"Chapter 1","content":"

The door opened and Hugo looked up from the screen of his notebook,\nwhich displayed the day's returns from his loan-sharking and bookie\noperations. He pushed to screen down out of a caution that was\ninstinctive to a gang boss who had fought his way to the place he was\nin. A touch of a switch would trigger a special system which would\nfry the hard disk and RAM chips beyond recovery, even by the\ninterfering intelligence agencies that so often helped the police\nthese days. But he smiled when he realised the identity of his\nvisitor.

\t\"Motherfucker! You bastard, you knew my sister couldn't\nrepay you in time,\" Caroline shouted from halfway across the\nroom.

\tHugo leaned back and smiled coldly. \"She came to me. Nobody\ndragged her in here.\" He tapped his fingers as his eyes\nnarrowed. \"In fact, I tried to dissuade her from taking the\nloan. Believe it or not, being forced to break my customer's legs\nisn't good for business. Ask the boys.\" He nodded his head to\neither side.

\tLike a pair of dark suited bookends, his two enforcers nodded and\nrevealed gleaming teeth in shark-like grins.

\tCaroline's shoulders sagged when realised that Hugo was right. It\nwas always easy to blame the loan shark, but Hugo at least made his\nterms very clear before handing out money, and in his own way he was\nhonest. Her voice almost a whisper, she said, \"But she can't ….\n\"

\t\"What about you? That bakery of yours must be worth …\nwell, enough.\"

\tShe shook her head despondently. \"I have loans. And I can't\n… it's all I have left of my mother and father.\" She frowned.\n\"You already knew that. You know everything that goes on in this\nneighbourhood. But you still let me in to see you. What do you want?\"\nShe jumped when the gangster's hand slammed against the table, making\nthe notebook rattle against something heavy and metal.

\t\"Want? I want what's owned to me!\" he shouted. \"And\nif I don't get it, there will have to be an example made. You know\nthat just as well as I do.\"

\tHer own words went round and around in her mind. He agreed to see\nher. She must have something … her eyes widened when she remembered\nthe stories they whispered about him. She glanced at the spot on the\ntable beside the notebook, and she saw it. \"It\" was a\ngleaming piece of steel and wood. Suddenly, she knew that the stories\nwere true, and she knew what she had to offer him. Her eyes lifted\nand met his, and she knew he was waiting like some dark predator to\nsee what she would do. Even though what he would want was awful, from\nhis view it would still be a concession. It was hard to match having\nyour kneecaps smashed with a sledgehammer. It was up to her to ask\nfor it … beg for it.

\t\"Well? Do you have something to say, or should I write off\nthe money and have my friends here pay your sister a visit?\"

\tWhen he started to turn away, she knew that her time was up.\n\"Wait!\"

\t\"Yes?\"

\tHis voice was smooth, calm, and his face expressionless, showing\nnone of the satisfaction Caroline was sure he was feeling. He had\nwon. \"Will you tear up my sister's IOU if I … do what you\nwant?\"

\t\"What I want? Have I made any demands of you – made any\nthreats? I thought we were having a business discussion. If I was\nmistaken – \"

\t\"No! Please. I'm offering … of my own free will. In\nexchange for my sister's debts, I will do whatever you want.\"\nShe realised to her horror that he had to be video recording this\nhumiliating conversation. He wanted evidence, proof that he did not\ncoerce or threaten her.

\tHugo brushed imaginary lint from the cuffs of his black designer\nsuit. \"What are you offering? I like your Mille-Feuille\nstrawberry cream pastries, but …. \"

\tShe closed her eyes for a moment, and then said, \"I will\nhave sex with you in any way you like and … and you can … use\nyour knife on me. I don't really know what you like to do, so don't\nask me to describe it.\"

\t\"Limits? And do you require a safe word?\"

\tHer nerves tingled when she heard the hard, brittle tone in his\nvoice. \"N-no limits and no safe word required. I t-trust your\njudgement.\"

\tHis lips curled in a narrow lipped smile. \"So if you say No,\nor Stop …. \"

\tHer lips almost refused to work. \"Y-you can ignore me. Only\nstop when you're satisfied.\"

\tLike a hungry predator preening, Hugo brushed back his hair and\ngracefully stood up. \"If you try to stop me, or object to\nanything, our deal is off. Understood?\"

\tShe nodded silently, biting her lip in dismay.

\tHugo snapped his fingers and pointed at the door, and his\n\"assistants\" silently filed out, both of them hiding their\ngrins until they were out of the room.

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\tThe harsh lamp burned down in a cone around a steel framed chair\nthat was bolted to the concrete floor. There was a simple, sturdy table\nin the corner with plastic bottles of drinking water and a first-aid\nkit sitting on it. Caroline stood next to the chair and shivered.\nThey were in a room connected to Hugo's office by an internal door.\nThe walls were sheathed in aluminium panels, and the bare concrete\nfloor was coated in some kind of synthetic sealant, making it\nwaterproof. She had no trouble guessing what it was normally used\nfor. She jumped in fright when he snapped his fingers.

\t\"Don't waste my time. Strip!\"

\tCaroline felt a strange calm as she unbuttoned her blouse. She\nnoticed that there was a pink icing stain on it as she pulled her\narms out of the sleeves. She resisted the urge to hug herself and\nunfastened the waistband of her practical trousers that she wore to\nwork. Folding the garments, she placed them on the table and returned\nto stand beneath the light dressed only in bra and panties and her\ncomfortable low-heeled, open-toed shoes. An impatient wave of his\nfingers made her reach for the clasp of her front-closing bra. Fear\novercame modesty or neatness, and she quickly shrugged out of the\nundergarment and tossed it at the table. The room wasn't cold, but\nshe realised that her nipples were hard and erect. Worse still, when\nshe pulled her panties down over her hips, she realised that she was\nsoaking wet too. She had never believed the stories about people\nbecoming madly horny in the face of death or danger, but it appeared\nthat it was absolutely true. She also realised that she could have\ncome at that moment with just a touch of her clit, even though this\nwas the most unsexy situation she had ever experienced in her life.\nThe panties came off of her ankles, and she was thankful that they\ndidn't get hooked on her shoes. She bundled the flimsy garment into a\nball, hoping to hide the wet crotch band, and flung it at the table.\nNaked now, she stood with her hands at her sides and looked\ninquiringly at him. She was damned if she was going to cover herself\nwith her arms like some stupid comedy character.

\tHugo pushed away from the wall and slowly walked around her.\n\"Remember, you asked for this, so I expect you to be happy about\nit, grateful even.\"

\tShe nodded. \"I understand. And I am grateful. Just tell me\nwhat you want and I'll give it to you.\"

\t\"The truth for a start. Are you wet?\" He grinned when\nshe nodded again, red-faced. \"Don't let it bother you. I've had\ngirls in here to be taught a lesson, or to teach their fathers or\nboyfriends a lesson, and they often get wet too. I know because I've\nchecked.\" He smacked her buttock with a hand. \"Legs open.\"

\tShe obeyed, and had to fight back tears when she felt his fingers\nsearch and probe deep, the sounds of her wetness loud in the hard\nwalled room. It should have felt bad, painful, but it didn't, and she\nfelt as if her body had betrayed her. \"How … how badly are you\ngoing to – \"

\t\"Cut you? Hard to say. But the more you cooperate, the less\nlikely you are to be accidentally cut. Understand?\" He pulled\nhis hand out of her cunt and grabbed a breast with fingers that\nglistened with her juices.

\tShe inhaled sharply, but said, \"I understand.\" And she\ndid. He was going to play with a sharp knife, not a whip or cane, and\nthe slightest unexpected movement on her part could be disastrous –\nfor her at any rate. He went behind her, and she felt the smooth\nfabric of his coat press against her back. She also felt his erection\npressing into her buttocks. But she knew it wasn't simply her\nnakedness that aroused him.

\tBack in front of her, he kissed her nipple and then looked into\nher eyes. \"Put your hands on top of your head. Elbows back.\nYou're a beautiful woman, I would like to keep you looking that way\nfor as long as possible.\"

\tCaroline obeyed, pulling herself very erect. \"How are you\ngoing to do that?\" She bit her lip when she heard the deadly\nmetallic click of the blade of his folding knife locking into place\nout of her line of vision. The question was more than academic. She\nreally preferred not to be covered with scars like some tribal\nwarrior.

\tLeaning close he whispered in her ear. \"Be a good girl, do\neverything I say, and I won't touch your face.\" He let the cold\nsteel of the knife touch the outside of her thigh and grinned when\nshe hissed.

\t\"I'll be good.\"

\tHe laughed again. \"I'm sure you will. How will I keep you\nlooking nice? That's simple. I'll start with those parts of you that\ndon't show when you're standing normally.\" He tapped her thigh\nwith the polished steel. \"Your armpits, the fold under your\nbreasts, the space between the cheeks of your buttocks, the folds of\nyour thighs, and of course, the insides of your cunt – all the parts\nthat only show when you pull the lips apart with your fingers.\"\nThe blade tapped the back of her thigh. \"But you'll have to be a\nvery good and cooperative girl for that to happen.\"

\tWhat he was saying was horrifying, and yet she wanted it because\nit was better than being cut all over her body. If she could satisfy\nhim with just those places, no one would be likely to see the scars\nat all. \"I promise,\" she whispered.

\t\"Good. Excellent. Now I'm going to start with just the tip\nof the knife. If you're lucky, it shouldn't cut you. The armpits\nfirst, I think.\" Her armpit was smooth and clean-shaven. He\ntouched the tip of the blade to her skin and drew it down and across,\nscraping over her skin like the needle of an old-fashioned record\nplayer and drawing a red and pink diagonal line.

\tCaroline's jaw clenched, and her head pushed backwards against\nher interlaced fingers. The sensation was shockingly intense, part\ntickle, part pain. She hissed when he drew another red line on her\narmpit, creating an \"X\". She could feel it glowing hotly on\nher skin.

\tHugo studied his handiwork and smiled with satisfaction. Sweat\nwas forming in her armpit and elsewhere on her body, and her nipples\nwere still almost impudently stiff. \"And now the other side.\"\nHe walked around her, trailing the smooth brass butt end of the knife\nacross her shoulders and back. Slowly and precisely, he etched a\nduplicate \"X\" in her other armpit. \"A little broken\nskin, but no blood yet. Your breasts are next. I want you to lift\nthem for me. Not too hard, just enough so that I can get at the fold\nunder them with this,\" he said, waving the point of the knife in\nfront of her eyes. \"But first –\" He took hold of her\nnipple with finger and thumb, and pressed the sharp point into the\ntip.

\tHer nipple was much more sensitive than her armpits, and Caroline\nmade a soft, frightened sound in her throat. \"But you said – \"

\t\"I said I would keep you looking nice – maybe. But only if\nyou cooperate fully. One more complaint and I might lose my\npatience.\" The point dug deeper into her nipple, and a tiny drop\nof blood welled up.

\tCaroline gasped and squeezed her hands into fists. The pricking\nof her nipple made the muscles of her cunt and buttocks clench as\nwell, but she was aware that apart from the blood, her nipple had not\nbeen visibly harmed, although it was swelling even more, which she\nhad not thought possible. She saw him reach for her other nipple, and\nshe turned her chest to oblige him. The knife pricked her other\nnipple, and a shock ran all the way down to the soles of her feet. The\npainful digging of the point continued until she felt that she would\nbe forced to whimper, but it pulled away just as she was about to cry\nout. Another tiny crimson drop welled out, only to be licked up by\nHugo's tongue, and she exhaled with a whoosh of relief.

\t\"Now lift those breasts for me. Not so high … yes, that\nlovely.\" Using the tip of his knife, he traced the delicate fold\nin her skin that marked the edge of the underside of her breasts.\n\"Right here. Now be very still if you don't want a deep cut.\"

\tCaroline tried to breathe slowly and evenly, a difficult thing to\ndo when there was a man with a knife studying her breasts. Her\narmpits were sore, and her nipples throbbed with little jabs of pain,\nbut still she felt a raging arousal that was so incongruous that she\nalmost laughed. The knife touched her chest and she stiffened.

\tHugo's voice as soft, almost kind. \"Try to relax. Tense your\nbody too much and you'll begin to sway and quiver. Breathe deep and\nslow … good …. \" He tilted the knife so that only a very\nsmall part of the edge near the tip touched her smooth skin. He knew\nthe blade like he knew his own hand. With almost no pressure, he\nstroked the knife along the fine line in her skin. The edge broke the\nskin, but just barely, almost like a paper cut.

\tIt hurt. This time it felt like a real cut, and she clenched her\nteeth, fighting the horrors created by her own imagination, which\ninsisted on recalling images of surgical procedures seen on TV. Her\nfingers wanted to dig deep into the flesh of her breasts, but she\nresisted. The pain spread in a stinging line, moving inwards towards\nthe centre of her chest.

\tHugo watched as minute red drops welled up, like miniature rubies\nstrung on a doll's necklace, and he inhaled deeply. He could smell\nher body, her sweat, her fear, even her arousal. He thought he could\nsmell the copper and iron of her blood, but it was probably his\nimagination. His hand reached down.

\tShe felt the sleeve of his coat brush her belly and then his\nfinger delved into her slit, low down where the wetness accumulated,\nand then slowly and gently up, between the turgid inner lips and then\nto her clitoris. He stroked it with a skill that she had not expected\nfrom someone like him, and she moaned with closed lips, like a hum.\nThe underside of her breast burned, but he kept toying with her until\nher hips began to sway in response.

\t\"Now hold still …\" he said as he raised the blade to\nher other breast.

\tTiny biting pain trailed across her chest. She couldn't see what\nhe was doing, her vision blocked by her hand and breast, but she\ncould certainly feel it. The pain in her nipples pulsed in\ncounterpoint to the burning sting under her breasts, and she moaned\naloud when his touch returned to her cunt once more.

\tHe loved the warm, slippery feeling of the woman's cunt, and he\nthoroughly explored it with his fingertips while he watched the\nminute droplets of blood form on the curving lines he had created\nlike a frame embracing the delicious mounds of her breasts. He had no\nillusion that she was being aroused by what he was doing to her, but\nnevertheless she was hot and as ready as any woman could be. It was\nremarkable what fear of pain and destruction could do. His fingers\nworked her sex, and he said, \"Soon, very soon, my knife is going\nhere, and you are going to open it for me, and welcome the kiss of\nthe edge, aren't you?\"

\tAlmost without thinking, she nodded, her mind torn between the\npain and the pleasure.

\t\"You may release your breasts now,\" he said, and kissed\nthe spot between her breasts. He pushed his finger deep, searching\nfor her cervix. \"But not yet, my pet. First, there is somewhere\nelse that you are going to offer to my blade, isn't there?\"

\tShe nodded again. \"Yes …. \" The breath caught in her\nthroat when the knife tip trailed down her belly and his finger deep\ninside of her pushed up as if to meet it.

\t\"Tell me where.\"

\t\"My … between my b-buttocks.\" She felt the knife\ntrail over her hip and around to the curve of her bottom, and she\ncouldn't help but tense her arse cheeks in anticipation. Her hips\nrocked rhythmically against his hand, giving him what he wanted,\ngiving him her lust and arousal just as she was giving him her pain.

\tHe withdrew his fingers and wiped them on her belly, painting\nglistening streaks that filled the air with the scent of her sexual\nheat. \"Stay here.\" He went over to the table and dragged\nthe heavy wooden construction under the light. \"Climb up. Face\ndown, knees wide and your arse jutting over the edge. Press your\nbreasts against the table, arch your back. I want that bottom crack\nopen wide.\" He held out a hand and helped her climb up, and\nguided her into the position he desired. He kissed her raised\nbuttocks, the base of her spine, and her arsehole, tickling her with\nthe tip of his tongue. Despite his penchant for cruelty, he liked\nwomen, he liked the way they felt, the way they smelled, and they way\nthey looked. He actually liked Caroline too, which was why he was\nwilling to absorb the loss of so much money. But that didn't mean he\nwasn't going to enjoy himself. \"With both hands, reach down and\nplay with yourself. Don't stop, even when I start with this –\"\nhe said, touching her with the cold of the blade.

\tCaroline obeyed willingly. The more aroused she was, the less she\nseemed to notice the pain, so she had an incentive to masturbate. Her\nfingers played and caressed her cunt even though she was acutely\naware of his touch and breath, and of course, the chill kiss of the\nknife.

\tHugo waited until she was well established in the pleasure of her\nmasturbation. It was not a hardship for him, he liked watching women\nplay with themselves. Then he started to scratch the skin that framed\nher arsehole, drawing outward radiating lines with the pink furled\norifice as the centre. He could see her fingers busily working\nbeneath the knife, and the way her arsehole contracted and squeezed\nwith each scratching stroke of the knife. Every once in a while he\nwould actually prick the arsehole, smiling when he made her gasp.

\tCaroline had become so swept up in the shuddering pain and\npleasure happening where she couldn't even see, her hips rocking\nslowly as if she were being fucked in a slow motion doggy style, that\nshe didn't even notice the first time the edge broke the skin and\nactually cut her.

\tWhen her body hesitated, Hugo pressed a hand on the small of her\nback. \"Don't stop. Take it. Open yourself to it.\" Very\ncarefully, he drew the edge outwards from the edge of her arsehole\nout to towards her buttocks, and beads of red sprang up behind it.

\tWith her teeth clenched tight, Caroline stroked her clitoris and\nfingered her cunt, producing the sexual pleasure that he demanded of\nher even while he drew lines of fire around her arsehole.

\tHugo felt his cock strain painfully against his tight trousers as\nlines of red grew and darkened in the delicate and sensitive space\nbetween her buttocks. The edge of the blade was still just barely\nbreaking the skin, but deep enough to be really called cuts, and he\ncould see her struggling to accept the pain. When he had cut fine\nradiating lines all the way around her pink anus, he placed the knife\non her back, and touched the fine, almost invisible wounds with his\nfingers, staining his fingers red.

\tThe burning between her cheeks was fierce, and she struggled to\nbreathe evenly and to keep her fingers working on her cunt. She began\nto rub her clitoris harder and harder, creating an intensity of\nsensation to match the burn that flowed around her arsehole and above\nthe hole of her cunt.

\tHugo pulled her arse cheeks wider so that he could bring his face\nin without staining his face with blood, and pressed his lips to her\narsehole. The tip of his tongue flickered and danced over the\nsensitive spot, and he heard her groan and sigh.

\tThe pleasure glowed in her mind like a lighthouse in the middle\nof a storm of pain, and she focused herself fiercely upon it,\nsearching with her fingers for the elusive wisps of her orgasm.\nHugo's lips and tongue felt amazingly good, perhaps because of the\npain and not in spite of it. She was surprised when he didn't stop,\nlicking and caressing as she played with herself, all the while aware\nof the cold steel resting upon her arched back. Then she felt it.\n\"I'm going to come. May I come?\" she asked, remembering\nsomething she had read in a piece of BDSM erotica.

\tHugo grinned and took his lips from her arsehole. \"You may.\nBut remember, we aren't done.\" Then he placed his lips back upon\nher tightly squeezed orifice, framed by the fine lines of glistening\nred.

\tSuddenly, impossibly, she was coming, and her screams of pain and\npleasure bounced off the walls of the small room as her hips rocked\nand shuddered.

\tHugo watched her come, enjoying what he had created, and he\nwaited until she had rubbed the last shudder from her clitoris before\nhe patted her hip, picked up his knife, and said, \"Turn over.\nTime for me to play with your cunt.\" She didn't hesitate, and he\nnodded in approval when she rolled smoothly onto her back and drew\nher thighs up and apart without being told to do so. He was even more\npleased when she spread the lips of her still spasming cunt apart. He\nlicked her, running his tongue slowly over her cunt, all the way from\nthe clenching hole and up to her clitoris.

\tCaroline moaned softly in delight, and then lifted her head to\nlook into his eyes.

\tHe smiled. \"Don't worry. I always keep my word.\"

\tShe smiled back. \"And I shall keep mine. Here is my cunt.\nTake whatever you want. I'll try my best to be good for you.\"

\tHe patted her thigh. \"I know you will.\" He brushed her\ninner labia apart and brushed their inner surfaces with his\nfingertip. \"First here and here.\"

\tShe adjusted her grip so that the soft lips were pulled taut, and\nthen she nodded. She closed her eyes when she felt the edge of the\nblade touch. There was a slight tugging and then pain flared bright.\nShe bit her lip and her face darkened as she strained to remain\nabsolutely still while he cut her cunt.

\tThe cuts were the deepest yet, but still they were barely skin\ndeep. That was where the nerves were, and it was all he needed to do\nto hurt her cunt the way he desired. There was more blood, but mostly\nbecause of the abundance of blood vessels in the places he was\ncutting. The wounds would heal, mostly without any scarring. But for\nnow, a beautiful young woman was holding her cunt open for him to use\nhis knife on her in any way he liked. It was a sensual rush more\npowerful than any drug or alcoholic drink could give, and her cries\nwere the sweetest sounds he had ever heard.

\tShe held herself still for four light radiating cuts on each of\nher inner labia. The pain made her dizzy, but somehow it was so\nintensely, overwhelmingly sensual that she felt completely lost. The\ncutting stopped, and she opened her eyes, and she saw him waiting for\nher. She took a deep breath, lifted her head and gasped when she saw\nthe sheen of blood. \"Where next?\" she asked with dry, hot\nlips.

\tHis finger touched her cunt hole. \"Here. Open it for me.\"

\tShe shifted her fingers lower, and pulled outwards, ignoring the\nraw pulsing pain in her labia, until she was satisfied that she had\nspread her vaginal opening as wide as she could manage without\nputting fingers inside of herself. \"Are you going to cut me …\ninside? Cut my vagina?\"

\tHugo shook his head. His finger touched the circle of her vaginal\norifice. \"Top, bottom, left, right. Four cuts. Ready?\"

\tShe inhaled, gathered her nerve, and nodded. It was frightening.\nThe knife was at the very core of her womanhood. He could ruin her\nwith a single stroke of that terrible blade. The chill metal touched,\nthe edge upwards. The tiny pressure. She whimpered, but her fingers\ndidn't waver. The slight tug, and the familiar burning sting made her\nvaginal muscles clench.

\tHe had nicked the opening at the top, and he watched the redness\nwell up. He flipped the blade over. Now the bottom. Again the tiny,\nsuperbly controlled movement of hand and fingers. Her gasp when he\nhurt her. More blood. First the left, and then the right. Her chest\nwas heaving, lifting her breasts up and down and waving her nipples,\nstill stiff, at him. He unfastened his trousers, unzipped his fly\nwith his free hand, careful not to stain the fabric with blood, and\nlet his trousers fall along with his underpants.

\tCaroline saw what he had done, and felt a rush of relief and\nsatisfaction. She had done it. She had endured and survived, and\neverything was going to be all right. She knew there was one more\ntrial, but she didn't care. She knew that she could do it. The head\nof his cock touched her wounded vaginal opening, and she hissed in\npain, but she smiled when she felt his hardness enter her. He didn't\nhave to tell her the last place that the edge would visit. Silently,\nshe moved her fingers once more, this time carefully pulling the\nfleshy hood back from her clitoris. One last time, their eyes met.\n\"There she is. I give her to you.\" She was surprised by the\ngentleness of his smile.

\t\"This will hurt.\"

\tShe nodded. \"I know. It's all right. I'm ready.\" His\ncock went deeper, about halfway in, and then with her head straining\nshe watched as the gleaming edge approached her clitoris. Very\ngently, the razor sharp blade rested itself on her exposed and\ndefenceless bud. She saw his fingers move, and the knife edge stroked\nthe tip of her clitoris. Pain exploded in her loins, and her vagina\ngripped his cock as if she might crush it. She watched again as he\nlaid the knife aside on the table. Together, they watched as a droplet\nof blood welled up from the tip of her clitoris. Her teeth squeaked\nas she ground them together while his fingertip approached the tiny\nwounded organ. Then he began to brush his finger over her clit from\nside to side, masturbating her but also stretching and rubbing the\ntiny wound. The agony made her vagina spasm and convulse, massaging\nhis cock in a way she didn't believe possible, and she felt him come\ninside of her, jet after jet of his semen flowing into her body. Even\nthough he just held his fingertip in contact with her clitoris, she\nused the movement of her hips to rub the tiny cut against it as he\ncame, forcing her vagina to contract in a way that she could never\nhave managed voluntarily. She wrapped her legs around his waist and\npulled him into her. She licked her lips and said, \"Paid in\nfull?\", and grinned when he nodded.

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\tBack in Hugo's office, she stood in front of his desk once more.\nThe knife was folded and lay beside the notebook. \"Thank you.\"

\tHugo tilted his head. \"For?\"

\t\"For not hurting me worse than you did. For keeping your\nword. For saving my sister.\"

\tHe nodded. \"I respect loyalty and courage. And you're damned\nsexy when you're bleeding.\" He grinned. He watched her turn to\ngo, and then said, \"I could lend you the money to pay off your\nmortgage.\"

\tShe raised her eyebrows incredulously. \"And how would I\nafford your rates?\"

\tHe grinned. \"We could work something out.\"

\tCaroline glanced at the door to the other room. \"You mean …?\nYou've got to be crazy to think I would …. \" Then she thought\nabout being free of the monthly loan payments and what it would mean\nfor the business. Very slowly, she turned and sat down in front of\nhim. \"I would need some time to heal first …. \"

\tHugo nodded. \"Of course. Come back when you're ready, and we\ncan talk … business.\"

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\tCaroline looked at the folded knife, winced at a bolt of pain\nfrom her cunt, and then nodded as she began to laugh. \"Business.\"

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