For you to finish the job

"Take your damn finger out of my butt!" With the sudden turn of events you had forgotten about her tight little hole, but you can now feel the ring of flesh squeezing the tip of your finger fiercely. Your middle finger had entered her as far as the first knuckle as you had licked her and as tight as she was you have to guess that no one else had fingered her like this before. After only the slightest hesitation you regretfully ease your fingertip from within her, the pressure of the damn blade just under your ear eases slightly.

"Good Boy." Sandrine taunts, deliberately mimicking your word choice. "Now I think you'd better finish what you started, and when I cum all over your face, be sure to clean me up nicely." It's not what you were expecting to hear at all, and you dutifully work your tongue against her sex, the uncomfortable fact that she is now the one in control does not make her taste any less sweet. Perhaps when she climaxes she'll relax enough for you to wrestle the blade from her grip. It doesn't take long before her hips are rocking against your face and her left hand hand circles behind your head and urges you silently to finish the job.

"Goddess that's good!" She gasps when you hit a particularly sensitive spot, "if you were a **** I'd buy you just so you could tongue me like this every day." The razor sharp blade has slipped a little lower but now the blade is resting on the side of your neck, perhaps a little bit better than the point digging into your skin, if it weren't for how easily the blade had cut through the tough binding straps around her breasts you might have considered making a move, but as it stands now you don't like your odds. Instead you concentrate on giving here what she wants; it's not how you prefer to enjoy this dark-haired beauty, but its not all that bad either. She's making little moaning noises now and the pace of her rocking is increasing, in fact the water in the large basin is splashing out onto the floor as your bodies rise and fall faster and faster.

When she does cum it catches you a little by surprise. There is almost no warning when her body stiffens and juices flood into mouth dripping down your chin and onto your chest. If you had hoped to use her disorientation to free yourself you are sadly disappointed as she never once lifts the knife from your throat, in fact, by the time you remember that this is the opportunity you were waiting for she has returned the point of the sharp knife to the spot below your ear. For the time it takes for your heart rate to settle to a normal pace she presses her dripping sex to your face, but then Sandrine settles her weight onto your chest and rubs the short-cropped hair with her free hand.

"That was quite nice," she tells you still panting a little from the effects of her climax "but now you and I have a problem."

"How so?"

"Well as pleasant as this is we can't sit all day in this tub." You are a little relieved to hear her say that; now that the excitement of the moment has passed, the water is getting cold and you can feel the skin on your feet starting to shrivel like raisins. "The thing is, is that you are quite clearly bigger and stronger than me." You nod at the petite young woman, in truth almost anyone would be bigger and stronger than her. "If I let you up, I doubt I can stop you from overpowering me again." She slides the razor sharp blade along the side of your neck slowly causing you to stiffen. "The smart thing to do," she continues deliberately "would be to cut your throat right now, but I really don't want to kill you." She must feel you stiffen under her thighs because she smiles sweetly down at you and strokes your coarse hair again with her hand.

"So, do you see the problem you and I have?"