With scissors.

"Hold still," he tells you, sliding his fingers out of your mouth and about your neck instead. You watch in a stupor as he reaches across his desk and seizes a pair of scissors. You shudder and instinctively coil your legs about his hips, your hands rising up to cling on to his arms.

Slowly he slides the open scissors up and under the band of your little thong and you hold your breath, imagining that the fingers on your neck are squeezing just a little tighter. Having a naked blade this close to your soft skin is terrifying, especially in your weakened state, and as Mr Williams cuts through the fabric your eyes screw shut at the noise. There's a second slow snip as he cuts through the other side and now the only thing keeping your thong on are the juices sticking it to your folds. Setting the scissors down, Mr Williams pulls the remains of the lingerie from your body and you start to breathe again, your eyes opening to see the soaked, severed item dangling in his fingers. Your hips roll as you become even more turned on.

"S-scissors..." you whimper, catching Mr Williams a little off guard. "Please...use the scissors more."

"Oh? Now that's a dangerous thing for a little girl to play with," Mr Williams grins as he picks the scissors back up again, your heart skipping a beat at the sound.

"I'm sorry, Mr Williams!" you can't seem to make your voice louder, your breath coming in small pants before you squeak as the cool metal trails along your stocking and onto your bare thigh. "I'm so sorry!" You gaze up at him, eyes full of fear and lust.

"I think I'll have to teach you a lesson." Mr Williams raises up the scissors and slides them under your blouse. The hand on your neck drops lower too, seizing the sides of your waistcoat and for a moment you hold there, cool metal against your stomach, your gaze flickering between Mr Williams' face and his hands. Then in a single rough motion he pulls, ripping the buttons off of your waistcoat and fully exposing your tight blouse, your breasts bouncing and straining as his pull rattles your body. You feel the scissors press closer to your skin as you do and the fear is electrifying. Then in sure, vicious motions he begins to cut through your blouse, shredding the material from your body.