"Roger... Roger, stop."
Kim turned on the bedside lamp to see her husband looking back at her.
"Is something wrong?" He asked, hurt.
"No, of course not.", she smiled, reassuringly, "It's just... Would you do something for me?"
Letting out a sigh of relief, Roger smiled & kissed the woman below him, "Of course darling, anything for you." She could see by his eyes that he meant what he said, and felt lucky to be with someone so eager to please her.
"Cut me," she breathed and, seeing his concern, added, "Please..."
Unable to find the words he needed, Roger slowly blinked, once, twice before croaking out, "You mean cut, like with a knife?"
Making a small noise and shaking her head, Kim reached for the drawer built into her the small table next to her bed.
"Scissors", she rushed out, looking at him wide-eyed as she thrust a pair towards him.
Staring at the sharp, metal tool with his brow creased in confusion, Roger looked into his wife's eyes as if to ask her why she would want such a thing.
Seeing his hesitation, the blond woman bit her lip, "Please, Roger," she begged, growing increasingly frantic as she thought he might refuse her, "Please... For me."
Relenting to her wishes, he took the scissors from her, "If that's what you want, honey."
Kim looked at him gratefully and turned off the small lamp, closing her eyes when he began to move inside her again. Smiling in anticipation, she made a small noise of appreciation as the cold metal touched her body, and sharply inhaled with a pleasured moan as she felt the biting sting of the blades and the warm, wet feeling of blood on her skin.
"I love you," she gasped in ecstasy, and then stiffened as the wrong voice replied,
"I love you too, darling."
Opening her eyes, Kim relaxed herself as she made out her husband against the darkness, and as a sad smile that he would never see graced her lips, she whispered,
"I know you do."