The message came through late in the evening—a sexy, eager male submissive reaching out with a request: a blood play session. The thought alone sent a thrill racing through me, sparking my imagination. I could already picture him, vulnerable and trusting, his skin pristine and waiting for my touch. I adore the raw intimacy of blood play, the way it blends tenderness with edge, and I couldn't wait to explore that with him.
When I arrived, the air between us buzzed with anticipation. I led him to his living room, the faint scent of candles mingling with the sterile bite of medical supplies I'd prepared. First, I took my time washing my hands, the warm water and soap suds a soothing ritual before the intensity to come. Then, I rubbed medical alcohol over my palms and his chest area, the cool sting evaporating into a sharp, clean scent that grounded me. I wanted this to be safe, deliberate—perfect.
He stood before me, his breath shallow, eyes flickering with a mix of nerves and desire. I stepped closer, my fingers brushing his shirt as I helped him undress. Piece by piece, the fabric fell away, revealing the smooth expanse of his chest, rising and falling quicker now. I pressed my palm against his sternum, feeling the wild thrum of his heartbeat beneath my skin—alive, electric, a rhythm that mirrored my own growing excitement. He was in my hands now, fully surrendered.
I pulled him gently into my arms, his warmth enveloping me as I tilted my head to press a soft kiss to his cheek. His skin was flushed, slightly salty against my lips, and I lingered there for a moment, savoring the tenderness before the storm. Then, with a slow, deliberate motion, I dragged my nails across his chest. The first scratch was light, teasing, raising faint pink lines. His breath hitched, a small sound escaping his throat. I pressed harder on the next pass, my fingers steady and sure, until the skin finally gave way. A thin ribbon of crimson bloomed against his pale flesh, vivid and glistening in the low light. The sight of it—his blood, his trust—sent a shiver of exhilaration through me, binding us in that raw, unspoken connection.