The Dark Side pt1 [throat fuck] [facial] [Storyline] [soft kinfe play]

"You had every opportunity to stop me, you wanted this to happen. Secretly, in your head, you want this. I'm just doing what you want." His gloved hands remove the ball gag, her deep red lipstick staining the foreign object it was placed against.
Her mouth opens but no words leave, her breaths get faster. Shorter. Lighter.
He holds her head in place, restraining the one part of her that was still free to move, his free hand removing the blindfold she had been wearing; "Do you know why I'm here darling?", a soft smile on his face as he locks eyes with her.
Her eyes adjust to the dim lighting and begin to scour the room: the black throne with red accents, the knife laying on the armrest. His dark brown eyes catch her attention, his face clean shaven, a bundle of curls for hair, his shirt undone and the belt on his trousers already undone.
"I don't like repeating myself darling. Do. You. Know. Why. I. Am. Here." His stare puts the cold of Antarctica to shame.
Her head shakes from side to side but her eyes stare right back at his, glued to his. As if a glance away from them could mean the end of her.

He takes off the gloves, tossing them behind him. He sits down in the chair, eyeing her up and down. Her hands tied together and pinned above her head. Her arms uncovered, her low cut, tight fitting red dress showing off her curves in all the right places, cutting off at the middle of her thighs. Her legs tied together with rope, her body stuck in place with no control over the decision.
"You got yourself wrapped up in my business as soon as you tried to take my clients from me", he picks up the knife, twirling it as he continues, "i warned you multiple times. I told you not to sell that shit in my area. But you just had to keep on ignoring me."

Her eyes widen as he walks over with the knife. "I'll stop" she stutters, scrambling in her mind as she picks up the right words to survive, "please don't hurt me" she yells, "I'll stop selling, I'll do whatever, just don't hurt me."
His hand brushes against her cheek, "how will you ever learn if I let you go." The flat side of the cold metal runs along her face down to her neck, her body trembling as he makes his way down.

He draws his hand back, the knife held in his clenched fist. And he swings. The knife cutting the rope that had her hands tied together. "You said you'll do anything?", a smirk grows on his face and a nodding head agrees.
"Anything" she whispers.

"I'm not a barbarian, I'm not here to kill you." His voice softens up. "You know what I'm capable of now, stop being a nuisance."
He uses the knife to remove the rest of the rop from her legs and tosses it to the side. "Thanks" she mumbles under her breath before her furrowed brows are directed at him. "What now." She asks, her attitude growing with each passing second.

"It's simple, you do as i say." He replies, his tone becoming more serious, his eyes getting colder.
She looks up as he stands up. Tall, his abs peeking through the unbuttoned shirt, his arms filling the sleeves. With each look she takes, she notices more. The large scars across his torso, her fingers are touching before she thinks, following the outlines of each as they travel across his abs and chest. Her head tilts up as her hands lift higher, only to be met by a cold stare.
Her hands retract back to her side, head down as she repeats over and over, apologising for touching.
"You can keep your hands there, just don't regret it later." His hands take hold of hers, guiding them back to his body.

Her heart beats a little faster, his gaze softening as he looks down at her. The rhythm of his heart beats through to her as she places her hand on his chest. The steady thumping contrasting the increasing pace of her own.
"You said you'd do anything right? Then let me have you."

Their eyes lock and a thousand words are spoken without their voices. Her head tilts up towards his as she tip toes up to reach him. His head bows down, connecting with hers, his hands securing themselves onto her waist, pulling her in close. Their tongues chase each other between their parted lips, both lusting for each other as they stumble backwards. He lifts her up, her legs wrapping around his waist, her dress crumpling up as she tugs on his bottom lip. "Fuck" he mutters under his breath before kissing on her neck. "This isn't enough."

He sits her down on the throne and retrieves the knife off the ground. The shirt drops to the floor. Then the rest of his clothes. She takes in the sight of his chiseled body, his manhood on display. He takes the knife and slices his way through her dress, gently enough to spare her skin.
"On your knees, mouth open, no hands." He commands and she complies without complaint.
He guides the tip to her lips and her tongues twirls the precum. His cock reaches the back of her throat with more to go. His hand takes hold of her hair, holding the back of her head as he continues to push his cock into her mouth. Too much. She begins to gag and he pulls out, leaving his tip between her lips.
"Take it. That's not a request." He pulls her head in as he thrusts into her mouth, her eyes watering as she tries to take it all. He continues to fuck her throat, her saliva dripping down her mouth and onto her tits, her tears pouring as she gags and tries to keep going. Her face a mess but the rest of her body left to enjoy. He pulls his cock out, saliva covered as she kisses the tip and smiles through teary eyes. He takes his hand off her head and holds his cock, slapping it across the side of her face twice before going again. Her eyes looking up at him, taking his full cock as he buries it in her mouth, holding it there as she gags. "Hold it there. Be a good girl and take it." His voice cold with a touch of softness. His hand loosening as he pull out, spraying her face with cum. "You look even better like this." A smile returning to his face. "We aren't stopping yet."

(please give constructive criticism, very new to writing)