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If there was anything Jo was an expert in, it was knives. Yes, she is the so-called freak with a knife collection but she is damn proud of it. She practices every day without fail; throwing, jabbing, tricks, etc.

And today, she has a new target: Charlie.

Jo has her lover trussed up on a St. Andrew’s cross, her wrists and ankles bound, her naked form a sight to behold.

Charlie shivers underneath the blindfold, her senses heightened, which Jo uses to her advantage. Some feather-light touches here, a palm against her skin there, Charlie is completely at Jo’s mercy, and Jo is high off of the power.

Of course, Charlie holds the real power here, the ever-present reminder of Charlie’s safeword leviathan looming over Jo’s head.

“How are you doing, baby?” asks Jo, her mouth brushing against the shell of Charlie’s ear.

Charlie lets out a shuddering sigh. “Great.”

“Good girl. You ready to get started?”

Charlie nods quickly and Jo kisses her softly, despite Charlie’s tongue attempting to gain access to her mouth.

Jo steps away (regretfully) and goes to the dressing table filled with their kink stuff. But it also houses part of Jo’s knife collection: the ones she uses for throwing.
She brushes her fingers over each blade, the cool steel a sharp (heh) contrast to her warm body.

The hilt is a familiar sensation in her hand, a comforting weight that reminds her of home. She holds it in her palm, the length of the knife going from the tip of her middle finger to the base of her palm.

Then, she moves quickly, flicking the knife around her hand so the blade is caught between her thumb and her forefinger.

“Still doing good, baby?” she checks in.

Charlie growls and tugs at her restraints. “Joanna Beth if you don’t start rig—“ her sentence cuts abruptly as the whoosh of a blade slams right beside Charlie’s ear, the sound wobbling.

“What was that, pet?” Jo prompts, smirking at the way Charlie’s breath hitched with arousal.

Charlie says nothing, her mouth having snapped shut in shock. They’ve prepared for this (obviously) and they talked about Jo being impulsive during a scene.

But the hot tension that lingers is… delicious.

Jo picks up another knife, confidence bleeding through her body. She’s good. Very good. The best, in fact.

This freak with a knife collection is going to give her girlfriend the best orgasm she’s ever had.

“You still gonna be bratty, pet?” she taunts.

Charlie squirms, obviously not finished with her attitude. And Jo flicks her knife again and it sticks beside Charlie’s left side. Jo watches her girlfriend’s stomach heave with fright but gets strongly overpowered by arousal, if the dripping down her thighs isn’t enough.

“You want more, bitch?” says Jo, very close to Charlie now.

Charlie nods frantically again, barely able to even form words. With force, Jo cups Charlie’s sex and holds it there, causing Charlie to gasp loudly.

“Use your words, baby.”

“Yes, I want more,” Charlie mumbles in one breath.

Satisfied, Jo hums confirmation and heads back to the table to grab the third and final throwing knife. She twirls it in between her fingers, listening to Charlie’s shuddering breaths and gentle moans.

“God, look at you,” Jo marvels. “You trust me so much, you’re willing to let me use you as target practice.”

Charlie seems to hold back a loud moan. “Only for you, baby. Fuck, use me, please!” she begs.

And who was Jo to deny such a request? With a set point in mind, Jo positions herself and breathes in deep.

She’s in her element, her expertise. With careful movements, she points the hilt to her target, pulls back then lets it fly. A quick flip and the knife lodges itself right in between Charlie’s outspread legs, nearly 5 inches away from her pussy.

Charlie’s legs shake forcefully with the most aroused scream she’s ever let out, and her wetness seems to gush. Jo bites her lip.

“Fuck, you liked that, huh?”

“Yes, yes, yesyesyesyes,” her girlfriend babbles. “Please Jo, pleasepleaseplease.”

And Jo is putty in her words. She rushes to her, gliding her hands over every expanse she can reach, until she gets to Charlie’s wet and inviting core.

Her middle finger brushes along her folds, another shudder coming out of Charlie. No longer able to tease her, Jo makes quick work of her clit, going in quick and hard circles until Charlie is coming, coming, coming in her hand.

She lets out a variety of squeals and moans, nearly drooling from where her head lolls on her shoulder. Jo coaxes her through her orgasm, giving her soft kisses and whispering praise.

She’s so good, so good.

“You did so well, princess,” Jo coos. “So good for me.”

And after sucking the juices from her fingers, Jo moves quickly to release her girlfriend. Once Charlie’s arms are free, she takes off the blindfold while Jo makes quick work of her ankles.

Charlie laughs giddily, still reeling from the high of the scene. “Jo, baby, that was amazing,” she says and takes Jo’s head in her hands and kisses her lovingly. “Let’s get you taken care of, okay?”

It’s often that Jo will drop from her dominant role. Unlike Charlie, who is unable to get into sub-space, Jo goes into dom-space, especially when knives are involved. So Charlie takes care of her lover, feeling energized from their scene.

Once Jo is kissed, bathed, fed, and clothed again, Charlie takes her in her arms, holding her close.

“You did awesome, baby,” Charlie reassures. “I loved every minute. You’re so good at your knives and I love it when you used them. Just focus on my voice, okay?”

And Jo focuses, despite her mind swimming with negativity. She takes a deep breath and leans back against Charlie’s chest.

“I don’t deserve you,” she mumbles.

A kiss to the forehead is muffled by the “shut your face, yes you do”.

And Jo smiles, because she’s in love with an angel.