The metal was cool and smooth as he ran it lightly up my thigh, not pressing, just teasing. I stayed perfectly still, barely breathing, the danger of it making my pussy clench and leak even more. The blade traced higher, closer to where I was aching, and I whimpered softly. Then, with one precise flick, he sliced through the thin strap of my panties on one side, then the other. The ruined fabric fell away.

My glistening pussy was completely exposed now—pink, swollen, shining with my arousal. The cool air hit my wet folds and I gasped, hips twitching involuntarily. I was dripping. Actually dripping. A thin trail of my...