“Carefully, with the sharpness of the knife tucked within the curved grip of his hand, he began to probe my entrance with the handle. It was hard, but warm from his hand. The edges were rounded, smooth as it rubbed over my wet, swollen flesh. “You’re going to get off on this knife, Jess,” he said. “And I’m going to hold you open, nice and still, so you don’t get hurt.”
