"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."
