“He didn't give you any trouble, did he?” Asenath. Of course, Asenath.

“Nah.” Jael patted Dennis’ shoulder.  In the cool air of the room his touch felt feverishly warm.

The harsh smell of disinfectant still lingered in Dennis’ nostrils. Hd given up on trying to see what Asenath was doing; the restraints were so comfortable it was easy to forget he was bound, but when he tried to move it was obvious they had very little give.

"Put on some music if you would, Jael. Some of that Horslips I borrowed from Keir would be good." Asenath's voice was calm, neutral, and gave no clue whatsoever as to her state of mind. "You can stay, if you wish, but if you do, you must be silent."

The carpeted floor muffled any sound of footsteps, so Dennis didn't hear Asenath coming toward him until she moved within his limited range of vision. She was dragging a small wheeled cart with a stainless steel instrument tray, but he couldn't quite turn his head far enough to see everything in the tray.

"Stop struggling." Her face was as unreadable as her voice.

"I'm not--"

"Shhhh." She placed a single finger on his lips. "Close your eyes. Don't say anything or open your eyes until I give you permission to do so."

As he shut his eyes he glimpsed her lifting something shiny from the instrument tray. Even the split-second look he got was enough for him to know what it was... a scalpel. He tried not to tense up. He could feel the heat from her body, not quite touching him. Every inch of his skin seemed to be tingling, waiting for the touch of her hand, or her blade. His cock stiffened, aching to be touched.

 What he felt first was her breath on his face.

 "It'll be easier for you if you can relax," she said softly. Her breath smelled sweet and a little spicy, like cinnamon and cardamom. "Now let's work on your breathing."

 His breathing? This certainly wasn't what he had been expecting.

 "Okay, take a deep breath in, hold it, and then let it out slowly." He could feel her hand, hovering just above his chest; when he inhaled, the skin of his chest pressed against it. "Good. Like that. Just focus on your breathing, don't think about anything else."

 For a long moment, there was only his own breathing, and the unfamiliar music. Then he felt cold metal on his leg, and gasped.

"Remember your breathing." Asenath's voice was stern. "Keep to your breathing."

He felt her run the flat of the scalpel up the length of his thigh and across his belly, now and then just barely skimming the blade across his skin. He tried not to tense, tried to keep his breathing steady and even like he'd been told. He willed himself to relax.

"Better."

Just as he was beginning to get used to the light tracery of the blade almost-touching his skin, she sliced into the delicate skin of his inner arm, near his armpit. He started to yelp and caught himself, almost in time.

Almost.

"Remember. Your. Breathing." She pinched his nipple and twisted it hard. He felt a rustle of movement and was startled to realize she was crouched astride him, her ass brushing the head of his cock. She ran the scalpel back and forth across his chest and arms, the blade leaving stinging little cuts in its wake.

After a few gulping gasps, he was able to get back to some semblance of the deep, regular breathing Asenath required him. The small scalpel cuts she was inflicting didn't really hurt that much. Most of them weren't even bleeding, or at least, didn't feel to be bleeding.

"Better." That was soft, right into his ear. "Now keep to it this time, or you WILL be punished."

Of course, that was easier said than done. It took a superhuman effort not to whimper when she rubbed her labia against his swollen prick. She was wet, he could feel it.  He wanted to reach for her, but the straps held him immobile, and the ever-moving scalpel that was now just-barely-touching his neck reminded him to just breathe in, breathe out, and stay silent and still.

"So you can learn. I'd begun to worry that Chloe was getting lax in her standards."

In. Hold. Out. The touch of the scalpel, now the flat, now just a whisper of the edge, now a small, stinging slash, across his arms, chest, belly. In. Hold. Out. In. Hold.

And a harsh gasp out as Asenath lowered her damp cunt, trapping just the head of his dick, just as she sliced deeper than before into his shoulder. A trail of wetness ran from the narrow wound. In. Hold. Out. His hips quivered with the need to thrust. She worked her way onto his throbbing cock with agonizing slowness. In. Hold. Out.

Just as he thought he would surely break, she slammed her hips down, pressing close against him. At the same moment, he felt the chilly metal of the blade slice deeply from the hollow of his throat to his navel, liquid spilling instantly across his flesh.

In. Hold. Scream.

"Open your eyes."

Anxiously, Dennis did so. Asenath was still astride him. In one hand she held the scalpel, the glitter of its blade dimmed by a smear of blood. In the other, a long, pointed piece of rapidly melting ice. Feeling a little foolish, he glanced at the line of water on his chest. His anxiety returned as he glanced at Asenath's face; he had, after all, cried out.

"Not a bad start. You'll learn." He knew better than to protest as she lifted herself off of his cock, which strained at the empty air. "Jael, he's yours 'til dinnertime."