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Snow was falling softly outside as the sun grew low in the sky. It’ll be a white Christmas tomorrow, you told yourself with a small smile. You had been relaxing in front of the warm fire, curled up and comfortable, but you knew you had to get up. You and Ramsay had the cheesy tradition of giving each other one gift on Christmas Eve. Not that you minded, you liked cliches and sickeningly sweet displays of affection.
But you knew Ramsay; he probably forgot to get you something. He had gone out that afternoon, but it was Christmas Eve, and most stores would be closed. He would be searching for a while.
This gave you time to prepare your own gift. He had always been tricky to read, but you knew at least one thing he appreciated.
You smirked to yourself when you pulled out the rope you had been saving for this night, deep red and silky smooth. It was soft and pliable, but it bit into your skin all the same when you tightened it around your wrist. Perfect.
You pulled off your clothes, stripping down to nothing. The fireplace next to you was warm and comforting against your bare skin as you settled in the middle of the room. Your fingers ran through the soft rug on the floor, before they moved to the rope coiled up next to your knees.
You picked it up and ran it behind your neck and let it drape down your chest. The way it slithered down your skin made you shiver despite the heat in the room. Your fingers worked deftly, tying knots and wrapping the rope around your back and across your chest in a diamond pattern. You knew the shapes that highlighted your figure.
The length of the rope allowed you to continue to your legs. You bound your calf to your thigh tightly as it wound and dug into your skin. The ends dangled from your ankles in excess, but you had no way of tying your own arms and wrists, despite how much you knew Ramsay loved that. Your heart raced at the thought.
You allowed your body to settle into the restraints, on your knees in the middle of the soft rug. All you could do at this point was wait. Your stomach twisted and knotted in anticipation, as time passed at a strange pace, both quicker and slower than it seemed.
By the time you heard the car outside, it was dark out, and the fire that once roared behind you and warmed your bare skin now only smoldered dimly.
When he walked through the door, he was carrying a small white box, elegantly wrapped with a red bow. He paused when he saw you, tied up and waiting in the middle of the room. “Now what do we have here?” He chuckled smugly.
“Your gift.” You smiled shyly as his eyes narrowed and wandered over your body.
Ramsay placed the box down and stepped slowly toward you. “My gift doesn’t seem to be properly wrapped though.” His voice was dark and low, but he continued to smile. “Why is that?”
You knew he would notice that. You gulped and stammered, “well, I can’t…” Your voice trailed off as you looked up at him above you, your eyes wide.
“What, you need my help, pet?” he asked smugly. You nodded as he knelt in front of you, grabbing your chin. “Tell me with your words.” There was mild annoyance in his tone.
Your mouth was dry, but you managed to whisper. “I need you to help me.”
His grip tightened. “A good slave uses proper titles. Again.”
“I need my Master to help me… p-please,” your vocal cords wobbled. His voice and presence still never failed to rattle your nerves.
He moved and knelt behind you, grabbing your wrists and holding them together behind your back. The ends of the rope that dangled from your ankles grew taut as he pulled them upwards, pressure building against your thighs as they cinched tighter. The rope was soon coiling around your wrists, until it bit into your skin.
He stood and slowly walked around you, eyeing his handiwork. As you knelt in the middle of the room, you shifted and twisted your wrists, but the pressure there just seemed to grow tighter. “You’re not getting out of that, you know that right?” You looked upward and nodded, feeling heat growing between your thighs at the thought. “Seeing you like this pleases me, so I won’t punish you for forgetting to use your words.” He stepped forward and ran a finger over your lips and down your neck. Your breath came quick and shallow. “I don’t blame you for it though. I’m sure it’s difficult to concentrate…” His low voice trailed off, as his hand moved down to your nipple. You squeaked as he pinched it. “I’m sure you were running scenarios through your mind the whole time I was away… Thinking of all the ways I’d use you when I got back and found you like this…” His finger twisted and your breath caught in your throat. “If I feel between your legs, will I find evidence of that?” His voice was a whisper now. “Will I find you wet and needy, pet?”
He released your nipple as he stepped away, leaving you tender and aching, your chest heaving and straining behind the ropes. As Ramsay moved back towards the door, he spoke. “I got you something too. Well, it’s mainly for me,” he chuckled to himself. “But I think you’ll enjoy it as well.” His fingers moved to the small, thin box, tied up simply and beautifully with a deep red ribbon. You watched his fingers play over the edge of the fabric hypnotically, but instead he used his teeth to pull the bow loose, and it fell to the floor beside you.
From the box he lifted a new blade, glinting brightly even in the dim light. Long and slender, its tip rose to a seductive slightly curved edge. He gripped it lightly in his fingers as he spun it slowly and eyed its angles. When his eyes flicked past it to yours, he grinned wickedly, and your pulse quickened in response.
He stepped toward you slowly, the knife rotating lazily in his hand. Standing over you, he gripped your hair at the scalp and yanked your head back. You groaned as he watched the pulse in your neck strain with adrenaline. His eyes were staring into yours intensely as he nestled the blade under your jaw. The cool metal sent shivers down your spine, before he ran the edge down your neck, scraping along the delicate skin. When he pulled it away from your skin, you moaned as you regained your breath.
“I barely even have to do anything to get you panting and moaning, little pet,” he chuckled. Ramsay held the blade up as he inspected it. “What, you like the feeling of a knife on your skin?” When his eyes turned back to you smugness was spread wide across his face. You remained silent as your words caught in your throat, the adrenaline clouding your mind. “Answer me.” His tone was cold and serious.
All you could manage was a nod as your words failed to form. Suddenly he was on you, slamming you backward to the floor. Your head throbbed as his body hovered over yours. With your arms fastened behind your back and your legs bound together, there was nothing you could do but feebly writhe on the floor. The blade was back at your throat. “I said, answer me,” he hissed as it dug into your skin. “Tell me how much you need my knife at your throat. How much you love the idea that at any moment…” he dug the tip into the soft skin under your chin, “...I could kill you.” Your heart skipped a beat as fear lodged itself deep in your chest. The sharp pressure under your chin forced you to raise your head and meet his eyes. They burned savagely.
Tears formed in the corner of your eyes as your pulse pounded in your ears. “I…” you whimpered. “I love it…” your voice trailed off. Adrenaline mixed with desire made for a dizzying combination, and your mind swirled.
“As much as it pleases me to hear you admit it, I think your body does a much better job talking.” Ramsay removed the blade from your neck as you gulped a breath of air. Regaining focus, you saw he no longer had the knife in his hand, but the red ribbon that was once wrapped around the box. The fabric twirled between his fingers until it wound tightly around itself. He leaned over you, grabbed your jaw, and forced it open. He slipped the ribbon into your mouth, tying it securely into place around the back of your head. “Now you don’t have to worry about forgetting to speak.”
He gripped your neck and pushed you to your side until you were on your knees with your face pushed against the floor. The air felt cool between your legs as your wetness built and spread across the back of your thighs.
“I think there’s something else missing, though” he said as his hands ran lightly over your ass and down the sides of your thighs. “How do I know this gift belongs to me?”
His hands on you were quickly replaced by cold steel at the back of your exposed neck. The blood ran cold in your veins as the tip scraped down your spine achingly slow, passing between your shoulder blades, and skipping over the ropes that crisscrossed your back and bound your wrists. You twitched and shivered as he turned it sideways and dragged the wide edge down the small of your back. When he reached your ass, the blade ran slowly across your cheeks. It lingered on your skin, slowly moving side to side.
“I could mark you here…” Ramsay’s breathing was heavy as the cool metal dragged down the sides of your thighs. “Cut my name into your skin…” He paused as he slowed the blade’s movement, digging the tip into your soft flesh as it pulled back up towards your ass. He placed his other hand on your back as he leaned over you, his breath warm on your neck. “Wouldn’t that be a beautiful sight?” he whispered low, his voice dripping with lust. His teeth ran down your neck as he pressed into you. The cool metal stung hot against your cheeks, and you inhaled sharply as it drew forth a tiny bead of blood from beneath your skin.
Upon hearing you wince, he let out his own breath he had been holding, shaky and lustful, yet the knife pulled away from you. His hands ran gently across your ass instead, soft and warm compared to the blade that had just pierced you. Fingers swirled lazily on your skin before moving between your legs. They were bound tightly together, but leaning over, you were exposed plenty enough. He pushed his fingers into you slowly and easily, warm and slick with arousal.
Ramsay groaned softly when he felt inside you, the sounds of your heavy breaths mingling in the air. His fingers withdrew, only to push back in harder and quicker. You whimpered against the fabric in your mouth and your wrists twisted against the rope. As he continued his assault on your wet slit, he leaned over your back and whispered in your ear. “I can’t believe how wet you are… I tied you up and put my knife to your throat, and you’re wet.” He punctuated that word by digging deep into you and twisting his fingers. “I made the soft skin of your pretty little ass bleed, and yet you still want me.” His words dripped with sadism and vitriol now, as his fingers quickened their pace. “I can’t decide if you’re just a naughty whore, or a good little slave…” You moaned at his words as his fingers pulled from you, your thighs shaking against the ropes.
“Let’s test to see if you really are a good little slave.” He grabbed your hair at the base and pulled you back until you were again on your knees. The fear pulsing through your veins made you feel light as your mind whirled. As he knelt in front of you, the knife was again between his fingers.
You watched intently as Ramsay lowered the blade to your thigh. Your heart raced but you held your breath as it just barely slipped beneath the surface of your skin. You watched curiously, as if it wasn’t your skin he was digging into. The adrenaline dulled your pain and clouded your mind. He scratched a shallow red line down your skin, stinging along its path. As he twisted the blade, the line curved jaggedly, and red seeped to the surface. You closed your eyes and your head spun dizzily at the sight and sensation. When he lifted the blade again from your skin, his hands moved to your shoulders, squeezing gently. “You’re doing so well, pet.” His voice was filled with desire that made your heart flutter. When you sensed how much this pleased him, you didn’t want it to stop. You only wanted to serve.
The blade slipped between your legs, and its sharp edge severed the ropes keeping your legs clenched together. The restraints around the rest of your body slacked slightly, but you remained still. His hands dug into your waist and pulled you across his lap, as his fingers forced your legs to part, moving them up and down the inside of your thigh. You breathed quick and shallow and closed your eyes when his fingers left you and the blade returned to your skin. Behind your tightly shut eyes, you saw flashes of red as the scraping and stinging grew in intensity. Then suddenly it was gone again, and his fingers were back between your legs, rubbing your clit and dipping into your folds.
He continued to ease the pain on and off, alternating between a knife in your skin and hands on your most sensitive spots. At one point you were sure there was both: fingers moving deep inside you while metal seared your nerves. You moaned at the intensity, losing yourself and your grip on reality. Time slowed and sped up all at the same time, pain and pleasuring mingling and merging into one as your nerves were lit ablaze.
Yet suddenly, you felt nothing. The surface of your thighs stung and the dull heat between your legs made you ache, but there was no sharp steel piercing your skin. You opened your eyes, blurry vision clearing as you blinked slowly. You looked down at yourself and your pulse thrummed in your neck as you regained focus. Dug into your skin were jagged red letters that ran down your thighs, a single word on each. Your mind cleared as you began to read the word spread down your right thigh, then the one on the left. Ramsay’s slave. The words were permanently marked into your skin.
“I think you really are a good little slave.” You were so focussed on the letters, you had almost forgotten he was there. “I think,” Ramsay whispered low as he leaned into you, “you’ve proven you deserve your gift.” His fingers skipped over the tops of your thighs, setting your thin wounds alight with pain as you winced.
He moved from underneath you, lifting your legs in each hand. You closed your eyes again as haze crept back into your mind, pain pulsing from your thighs up into the rest of your body. Warmth and pleasure soon replaced it though, as his fingers swirled around your clit and his tongue flicked your nipple. Soon you felt hot flesh between your legs, his hands at your knees holding you open. He groaned as he pushed his hard cock into you, sending your mind reeling and your body shaking.
He was on top of you, tongue and teeth at your neck, your hands in his hair, nails digging into his scalp. His breath was against your skin, hot and heavy with desire as he thrust into you with need. Your own breath carried moans and squeals of pleasure, your clit sensitive and aching as his fingers urged you on.
“Such as good fucking pet,” his words came out breathlessly. He removed his fingers from your sensitive nub and ran them across the top of your thigh. You groaned as sparks shot from your legs to your chest, heightening your sensitivity. His urgent thrusts filled you with need as you wrapped your legs around him.
He quickly returned his finger to your clit, coaxing out moan after moan. Your chest tightened and your skin flushed with heat as you rose to your peak. “Come for me,” he groaned in your ear, his words and breaths hitching each time his length plunged into you. “Be a good slave and come for me…”
You squeezed your eyes shut tightly as your body convulsed, groaning and gripping wildly. Tingles shot through your body as the darkness in front of you eyes filled with swirling sparks of colorful static. You heard groans as the body on top of you tensed, the hardness inside you twitching and throbbing wildly. The warmth that filled you radiated up through your core, and numbness quickly followed, until it reached your neck and spread into your mind. The static turned fuzzy, and the breaths and groans that met your ears became muffled and distant. Darkness lured you in, and you allowed yourself to slip quietly into its embrace.
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“Come back…”
Whispers swirled and twisted in the darkness.
The beat throbbing steadily in your ears was the first thing that became noticeable as your body regained feeling. You felt softness underneath you, warmth filling your muscles as you groaned softly and stretched. Your limbs had full range of motion again, and you blinked your eyes open to investigate. No deep red rope held you down and in place, but as the blur faded from your vision, you noticed vague red marks criss-crossing your arms where the restraint had bit into your skin.
As you ran a finger over your skin curiously, a figure entered the room and paused at the foot of the bed. By the time you raised your still heavy eyelids to see, he had already rushed to your side and crawled next to you.
“Shh, easy…” Ramsay’s voice was a whisper as his arms wrapped around your shoulders, his bare skin against yours. “I just stepped out a minute ago…” he stammered more nervously than he needed to. Reality started to become more clear as pressed his lips to your temple and cradled your head.
You groaned softly. “How long?”
“About a half an hour,” Ramsay murmured against your skin. The sensations in your legs began to return and you winced. You looked down and your thighs were covered in white gauze. “I took care of that while you were out,” he said softly as he looked down at your legs. “It shouldn’t scar… at least not too badly.” He nibbled your ear playfully and you giggled. “Well how else will everyone know your mine?” His voice rose and fell with sarcasm as he chuckled and attacked your ribs with his fingers, tickling you.
You squirmed and giggled, but your expression quickly turned to a grimace as your muscles stung from the movement.
You knew he loved watching you wince and writhe, but he gave you a reprieve and wrapped his arms around your torso instead as you turned to your side. He pushed into you, placing his head on your shoulder. You sighed contently as your body melted into his. “You know you’re mine.” It wasn’t a question, so much as a matter of fact.
“I know,” you whispered softly.
“All mine,” his breath drifted down your skin as he nuzzled against the back of your neck. “My favorite gift.”