But as she shifts the bed and seats herself on his own hips, feeling his shaft brush against silky fabric that definitely belongs to some kind of lingerie, he squirms some more with a hitched breath, held down by Millie's hand, with the other holding one of her trusty knives.

She tells him in a low dangerous growl "Don't move", stilling him as he feels the sharp edge of her weapon under his throat, not moving an inch. The only thing that does shift is his cock, twitching more fervently and leaking through his pants at the cold touch of metal.

Moxxie always wears rags for this sort of thing, never his usual clothing, no way he'd ever want to part with his beloved suits especially in such a violent manner, Millie dragging the knife's edge under and tearing each garment with an experts flick of her wrist until he's nude.

Dragging that knife tip along his body, granting little cuts here or there. Never anywhere too sensitive or that could damage, but welts he could feel like a singular claw nicking his skin, forcing gasp after hiss out, pain mixing with masochistic pleasure at the same time.

She lifts the edge away from the thespian and gives him a chance to breathe, but not a moment before pressing the flat edge to his lips and telling him to lick. He does just that. The brief fire of the scratches left on him coursing down to his loins, turning him on further...

She then tells him to lick the handle real good, because it's *That* that's going into him, so he should make good use of his time before she does. He does just that, coiling the muscle around even as he purrs, and Millie rubbing her thighs together at the sight of his eagerness.

One last suck of the handle, and that tip is dragging down his body again, this time lower and lower, she holds onto the blade to keep his wet tongue work from being ruined or rubbed off as she moves her panties aside and seats herself on his face next,

Keeping his tongue and mouth busy within her thick dark curls and her breathing deep with pleasured groans, praising him as the good boy he is as finally, slowly, she slides that handle into his ass and gives him what he wants as well.