thinking about cutting my darling yet being oddly loving about it . it’s not a punishment , but instead a reward for us both .
holding onto their hand as i make a small cut , squeezing firmly when i feel them tense up . helping them through a few more tiny cuts , nothing deep , just enough to draw blood for me to lick away afterwards . i would lay them down , allowing them to close their eyes and rest as i lick at the blood on their thighs , sucking on the cuts . all they would have to focus on would be the feeling of my tongue , and the slight burn from the wounds as i made contact .
you’re safe with me , darling . let me envelop you in my gentle violence .













