Touch me, please (18+)

Butterflies

(F/M)
CW: Marking, Choking, Pain, Knife, Public-ish
Prompt: He brings a butterfly knife on their outing. Picnic in the park maybe?

I've just gotten out of the shower when I hear my phone go off. I smile when I see the message is from him. 'Good morning baby, any plans today?'

I tell him I just need to get some things done around the house, and set my phone down to get dressed. Just as I'm about to pull on an oversized T-shirt my phone dings again. 'Good. Put on a dress for me, nothing too fancy. I'll be there in an hour.'

I paw through my closet looking for my favorite sundress, the one that compliments my skin tone. I slip into the dress, not bothering to put on a bra. Too uncomfortable and this way I'll get more of a reaction out of him. I smile to myself at the thought as I brush my hair and pull it away from my face, putting it half up. I quickly do some light makeup and call him to let him know I'm ready. 

We talk on the phone until he pulls up to my house and I practically bounce out the door in excitement, almost forgetting to lock it. He won't tell me where we're going. 

We've been driving for half an hour or so and I've been questioning him about our date the whole time. Finally we pull off the highway, I still don't know where we are. A few minutes later we turn onto a small road cutting through a thicket of trees. It winds slowly down a hill and we come into a clearing with a small parking lot. It's a nature reserve with several trails and a visitor's center.

I run inside to use the bathroom while he unpacks the car. When I get back he has a backpack on and he's carrying a tote bag and a large picnic basket. He leads me to a trail that's tucked away, I didn't even notice it until we walked over. 

We make our way through the trees, rambling down the trail until we reach a campsite with soft grass and a wooden bench.

I sit on the bench and watch as he pulls out a thin blanket, paper plates, napkins, and paper cups from the picnic basket. He pulls our meal and some bottled drinks out of the tote bag. He sets the backpack next to me and tells me not to touch it. I wonder what's in there.

We spread out the blanket and he makes our plates while I pour the drinks. We eat and I continue to question him about his plans, he never gives anything up and I'm getting frustrated by the time I gulp down the last of my drink and start gathering our trash into the picnic basket. As we clean up I think about how to get an answer out of him. He's setting the tote bag on top of the basket and I come up behind him, wrapping my arms around him and biting his neck. "Tell me what you're gonna do to me..." I trail off as I lean back and pull his hair.

He groans and flips around to face me. "Why don't you just find out?" He looks me dead in the eye while he says this and I shudder in anticipation. For a few seconds all I can hear is both of us breathing.

He pushes me onto my back in the grass, straddles me, and wraps one hand around my neck. I close my eyes and feel his other hand running down the side of my body, once it gets to my thigh his fingertips pull the edge of my dress up, exposing my underwear to the slight breeze.

He moves to readjust and I whine from the lack of contact. The pressure on my neck increases. "Quiet," he hisses in my ear. "Or what?" I tease. Before I can react he's torn my panties off and shoved them in my mouth. He looks into my eyes again. "That's what. Now be a good girl and listen." I nod and move to sit on my knees as he releases his hold on me.

He stands up and walks past me to the bench. I can't see him anymore but I stay where I am, although I do spit out the makeshift gag. I hear the backpack unzip, and the sound of metal clinking together sends a shiver down my spine. He comes back into view and I see that he's holding an assortment of butterfly knives. So that's what the noise was. I can't help but smile up at him.

"Pick one." He urges as he lays them out in front of me, opening each with a purposeful motion. I look over the options and lightly run my finger along the flat side of the blade on my favorite one.

He closes and puts away the rest of the knives, picking up the one I chose. He instructs me to kneel in front of the bench, leaning on it with my elbows. I slowly pull my dress over my head and fold it to cushion my elbows. When he sees that I'm not wearing a bra his eyes darken. I smirk and he smacks my ass, hard. I let out a whimper and he clamps a hand over my mouth reminding me to be quiet.

He stays behind me, keeping his hand over my mouth as he runs the other one over my body, traveling to each breast and then my stomach, eventually reaching my clit and causing me to buck my hips. As quickly as he got there his touch disappears and I feel the tip of the knife trail down my back.

He uses it to just barely etch a mark from my shoulder to mid-thigh and I feel my whole body tingle in response. He continues to trace light lines on my back until I'm practically begging for more.

I know he's enjoying this as much as I am, even if only from seeing my reactions. I can feel his hard length against me as he leans over me and pulls my head back to mark my neck with the blade. This has me melting like butter under his touch and I can feel a drop of arousal making its way down my thigh. 

Finally he pushes himself into me and I let out a loud moan as he fills me up. He doesn't seem to mind the noise this time, even though someone could walk up the trail at any time.