Blade had a knack for being more physical when it came to bedroom activities. Slapping, grabbing, leaving behind marks in his wake. It was like he would claim you in a physical sense, showing the world you belonged to him with the marks he placed on your body. He loved to see every flash of red on your skin, every bruise, every scratch..but his favorite mark to leave behind were the ones that bled for him.

He had a blade that he used just for occasions like this. Made of a silvery metal that gleamed in the light, red rubies that glistened as they surrounded a single gem, your birthstone. He had it made only for the bedroom, a special blade that he named after you.

He brings it out tonight, its metallic gleam shimmering in the low lights as he approached the bed you lounged on. He had already prepped what he’d need to clean up later, this wasn’t about hurting you after all. This was about staking his claim on you.

“Just relax..you’ve done this before. Just put your trust in me like you always have, and breathe..”

He flips you so you’re laying on your stomach, his hand grazing against your back as he makes his way down to your ass. He gives it a slap, reddening the skin and making you squeal as he smirked.

“Sorry..couldn’t resist..”

He picked his spot, right on your hip and readies his blade. You can feel the sharp tip graze your skin in a teasing manner, a reminder of what’s to come.

“Remember your safe word..use it if you must. I’m going to start now..”

You give him a nod, and then he begins. His blade dragged lightly against your skin, causing a line of blood to well up. He moaned softly at the sight and licked the liquid off with his tongue.

“Absolutely divine..”