The knife makes it all the way to her other hand, slipping between her fingers until his shirt has been sliced clean from collar to hem. And not a single drop of red on his skin. "Have you done this before?" If he hasn't, he's got the natural makings of a true submissive, which is difficult to find. Especially in someone with his casual and cocky demeanour.

She lets the flat of the blade trail back up his chest, enjoying the trust he's displaying. She didn't miss the flicker of discomfort at the sight of the knife, but she'd pushed on anyway. She wants to see just how obedient he actually is. So far she's not at all disappointed.