In a sadist's eyes...

I looked at her quietly. She was lovely, standing there, her toes grazing the floor in her efforts to remove some of the strain from her arms. I stepped into the room, inadvertently scuffing my shoe against the staircase that lead down to area where she was dangling and watched as she paused for moment, turning her head quickly as if she detected a noise, her body ceasing its movements for the briefest of moments. Her breath suspended upon her parted lips. I could almost see the movement of her eyes under the black cloth I had secured around her head.

My lips curled upward as I moved forward silently closer to her. I had to admit this was working out better than I expected.

She finally let out the whisper that was resting upon her lips. ‘Master?’ she asked into the darkness. I did not reply. I liked her uncertain and edgy.

She paused uncertain briefly and then resumed the effort to ease the strain on her arms, forcing herself on the tips of her toes. She stood there, stiff, until the pain in her toes overcame her. She would then groan as her feet moved from the floor and her weight sunk fully back on the arms and the joints of her shoulders.

She repeated this act a few more times, my amusement growing as her discomfort increased. I finally picked up the lighter on the table and dropped it to the table’s surface with a loud clatter of sound. Her head snapped to attention, her face turned towards me.

‘Master?’ she said, and I heard the hopeful note in her voice.

‘Yes.’ I responded, my breath coming out as a puff of steam in the air. I did nothing else other than stare at her. She waited quietly until the discomfort finally prompted her to speak.

‘Please cut me down, my arms hurt and my fingers are cold – I’m cold.’

‘Not now, not yet.’ At my answer she sighed, the breath escaping her before she caught it quickly. I let it pass this time; she was going to sacrifice a lot more before the evening passed.

I walked around her, this time making no effort to remain silent. As I approached her back, I slid my hand around to cover her belly, my fingers splaying across the flat surface. I knew my touch would be welcome; I kept the area she was in freezing cold just for this purpose. I pulled her back slightly, easing the burden on her arms momentarily as my arms carried her weight. My warmth pressed against her from shoulder to hip. My palm sunk slightly into the flesh of her belly as I held her close to me.

I listened to her let out a soft breathy sigh of pleasure and pressed my mouth to her cold skin in a kiss. My cheek grazed against the flesh of her shoulder. The cold of her body was waging war with my own body’s warmth. I was allowing us this moment. Her breath was as jagged as mine when I lifted my head. I studied her profile for a moment, such as it was, with her eyes covered by the length of cloth.

‘Master.’ She whispered softly, her fingers curling into the grips that held her. I slid my other hand over her belly, before my arms slid and folded around her. I gave her a quick squeeze.

‘Mm?’ I answered, not really listening, and already half expecting what she was going to say.

‘I love you.’ She turned her head towards me. I hesitated for a moment and then brushed my mouth over hers. While even her lips were cold, her mouth was shockingly warm as it yielded to me. She tasted sweet and for the barest of moments I reconsidered my actions. I was about to delve into her mouth deeper when I felt the brush of her arm. It broke the spell which I had allowed to be conjured around me.

I pulled back, my eyes narrowing. ‘Very clever, pet.’ I said leaning back from her, but not yet releasing her from my grasp.

She smiled then. I could sense it keenly, like the cold of the room. I heard the soft noise as her lips parted and her breath escaped. She took a breath. ‘I had to try.’

I released her suddenly at her remark, delighting in the sharp cry that resounded from her lips as her body jerked, her weight pulling against the chains once more and the familiar and sharp pain was once again in her shoulders and arms. Her legs flailed out slightly as she dragged her toes across the floor in an effort to stop the swinging motion of her body.

I walked around her again to the table and flipped open the cap of the lighter. After a moment, the lighter flared to life and I used it to ignite the wick on the candle I had placed there earlier.

I unsheathed a hunting knife, something that had caused a sadistic pleasure to course through my body when I purchased it. Watching her silently, I slowly ran the blade through the flame of the candle. I looked down, holding it closely to the fire, pausing for a moment before flipping the blade.

I thought of my father for a moment as I stared at the light that glinted off of the metal of the blade. ‘Always warm your blades before you skin them, Daemon.’ I often wondered if he knew the various applications for his teachings. Doubtful, he always lacked imagination, not to mention the sadistic drive to come up with these ideas.

I turned back to her then as I heard her whimper with discomfort. I glanced up and saw the blue-purple of her fingertips above the leather restraints that held her so sweetly before my eyes. I moved then, the blade clasped in the tight grip of my palm.

She stiffened as she heard the movement of my feet across the floor, her body prepared for the onslaught of pain that was to come.

‘It was just a kiss.’ She moaned out softly, her body stirring as she settled the tips of her toes to the floor. ‘It didn’t mean…’

‘Don’t.’ I stopped her, my voice tense now as anger swelled to mix with the cold resolve in my gut.

I knew her well. She was not one to accept this without some protest. Yet, even as she used her whit to make one last minute plea for leniency, I knew she was excited. I let a soft growl rumble in the back of my throat.

She stiffened again, sensing the pain that was about to be forthcoming. I raised the blade then and brought the tip to the smooth skin under the swell of her breast. Her breath held. I rewarded her with a quick flick of my wrist. Her quick cry sent a thrill down my back.

I watched, the time ticking past painfully slow now as I awaited the first reward for my effort. My nostrils flared as I saw the crimson bead and then slowly start its decent down the planes of her body. It was like a drop of blood in my shark infested waters. The air was thick, heavy in my lungs.

I let out a growl and raised the blade again.

I was…complete.