Jeremy
I am surprised by Carrie's revelation at breakfast that she'd like to be a killer too. It is unthought-of of really because I never considered she’d actually do it. I had secretly been seeing her change before my eyes as I hoped she would. I considered that maybe she'd accompany me on my murderous rounds, or at least support me from a distance, or turn a blind eye, but instead, she has defied all my expectations. She has decided to come into the notion fully and she is determined to more than accompany me, but to be my partner in crime. It is my truest desire, to have someone to share this strange, twisted life with. I dared not to even hope that somebody like Carrie was out there, a person for me, someone who would understand all that I have gone through. I dared not hope for such a dream to come true, but in my heart, I always had an inkling that this dream would come to fruition. It felt like a part of my soul was out there, disconnected from me and that we just had to rejoin in order to feel whole again. Well, I feel whole with her. She is my everything, my diamond, my inspiration. When I'm not with her I'm wondering about what she's doing, seeing, and thinking. To my total surprise and shock, she is more than just this innocent girl that I seek to have control of, she is an absolute vision, awakening to her power so grandly. I couldn't be more proud and so I'm happy to grant Carrie's request. I'm glad she's taken a true interest in what I do, and in what drives me forward.
I'm leading her by the hand now down the long hallway of my palace. There are old paintings of my family dynasty and I can see her eyeing them cautiously. That's the thing with her, she has blossomed from an innocent ingénue into a powerful woman who no longer takes things at face value. She is looking for the darker meanings, the subtle undertones of truth in every situation. I lead her, my diamond, through the hall and into my study, the library lined with books. Of course, I have a secret door here, what billionaire doesn't? But the question is where to find it.
"Do you know where the mystery lies, my love? The secret to my dungeon of pleasure?"
"Um, in a book? A button under the desk?"
"Too obvious." I pull the marble head of an ancient Grecian statue back and the books slide away in the corner to reveal my passage. It is truly where all my secrets are. I've never shown it to anyone, I never expected to. But with Carrie here I am revealing my all to her.
"This place is where all the evidence lies. With one look you could convict me of everything I've ever done and seal my fate forever. I'm trusting you to have me, to join me, or to ruin me. The choice is yours."
We walk into the entrance and she sees every weapon that lies therein carefully placed on tables and along the wall.
"Have your pick," I say, gesturing to the room.
My love takes her time, pondering each weapon of choice, mostly knifes, but some other things as well.
"Crossbow?" She questions me.
"You never know." I wink at her.
She finally chooses an exquisite dagger. It's the William Henry Monarch Lapis.
"This," I say carefully taking it off the shelf and placing it in her hands. "Is essentially an exquisite piece and I can see why you chose it."
She turns it over in her hands.
"Gently," I say, helping her to achieve the proper grip. "It is inlaid with lapis lazuli and blue gemstones, as you see. Quite stunning. And the blade is hand forged. It's the perfect weapon to conceal, and its beauty goes unmatched."
"It's beautiful," she says as entranced with its beauty as I am with her.
"The knife," I continue. "Is my weapon of choice...because it's so intimate."
I take it from her hands and carefully give her a lesson on anatomy. I glide the blade over her skin ever so gently and she is as unmoving as stone. I trace it along her collarbone.
"This is a good line to cut if you want to draw blood, but not kill." I move it down her sternum and her belly inhales sharply as the knife quietly traces her skin. Her inhale has aroused my erection. I take her hand and place it on my manhood. "Do you see why it gets me so hard?"
She nods, a slight wetness is upon her lips as she has very quickly licked them a little. I want to bite at them but I hold back. Her red-stained lips are the color of blood and it gets my juices going.
"The sternum," I continue. "Is an area of contrast where you can navigate safely through without killing, but you have to be careful."
I twist the knife as softly as a butterfly's wings on her skin. "One slip of the hand can be deadly."
My face is close to hers, so close that I can smell her longing for me and I'm so pleased she's enjoying the presentation.
"The limbs are okay but you have to steer clear of all the arteries and you might want to check out a medical book for that. And, the heart, well the heart is a fast but shockingly painful way to go. So, you can always choose that."
I point the knife at her heart, her beautiful heart that I have at last captured. I flip the blade around so that it's pointing at me and I hand it to her.
"Now show me," I say anticipating her turn with the blade.
She adeptly traces all the areas I have shown her. She's quick with it and surprisingly comfortable. She outlines my body.
"Avoid the arteries, the heart for a heavy kill, and there's one thing you forgot…the throat of course." And she slides the blade in one quick sweeping motion across my throat.
"So fast!" I am proud of her.
I hold my hand out to take the blade back. "There's one more thing that you can learn."
I hold the knife, feeling the cool gemstones between my fingers and I begin to cut away at her…clothes. The metal slices through her dress. I take it off in pieces to reveal nothing but the beautiful lingerie I had prepared for her in her closet. Slowly, bit by bit, I tear her clothes off with the weapon she has chosen and soon she's totally bare and my cock rises firmly against my pants. This is gonna be fun. The most fun we've had yet.