Sharp
Some hints and some actual hard S/m in this one. Not normally my thing, but I was inspired to go in this direction from a comment someone had about a recent story.
"I've always found that cooking really helps set the mood. What about you?"
The coyote couldn't respond. He was tied securely to a heavy oak chair that probably weighed as much as he did. Thick rope wrapped around his arms, his legs, his back, and even his muzzle, gagging him quite effectively. A much thinner rope was wrapped around the base of his stiff cock and his sac, pulling the latter away until his skin was stretched taut over his balls. He wasn't going to complain too hard, though. He had paid for this after all. And the vibrator nestled in against his knot ensured he was kept plenty entertained.
The bobcat grinned to him. "Cat got your tongue?" she asked.
The coyote was very glad he was on the other end of the table from her as she brought a sharp knife down with a thunk on the cutting board, slicing a neat little round of carrot off. She whistled a tune through her fangs as she nonchalantly kept chopping vegetables and adding them to a large bowl.
"Do you know how I got my name?"
Mistress Blade, her advertisement had called her: highly recommended SM experiences for the adventurous male. The coyote, tied and gagged as he was, tried to indicate his answer by looking intently at the knife and making a hmmm-ing noise in his throat.
"Good guess," she said. "But no." She set the knife aside and picked up the next carrot. She set it down lengthwise on the board and place a finger at the tip. The bobcat let her claw unsheath and pressed its tip into the flesh of the vegetable. With her other hand she gave it a slow turn, slicing the tip audibly in the otherwise silent room. After a full turn, the cut round tipped and fell neatly to one side. To further demonstrate her abilities, she then laid her entire hand on the carrot, four claws, all except her thumb, came out: again she turned the carrot, and again four neatly cut rounds came off. She picked them up and dropped them into the bowl. Then, having successfully demonstrated her ability, she showed how she could use them with speed and accuracy, turning the next carrot into precise pieces faster than the coyote would have been able to with the knife.
Her point made, Mistress Blade took a step to the side and rested her weight on a wall as she cleaned and sterilized her claws with a little alcohol-soaked pad. The coyote took the time to soak in her appearance, dressed in a corset, tight leather shorts and boots. The filigree at the bottom of the corset, instead of lace, was instead a lattice of small metal pieces, each one coming to a sharp point, although he doubted they were dangerous.
Once her claws were clean, she sauntered up to him, moving to sit in his lap. The chair didn't so much as protest the extra weight. The coyote was grateful for the closeness, his shaft throbbing in desire even though she took the time to move the vibrator away. A dribble of pre ran down his length.
Mistress Blade placed her hands on his shoulders and stroked her way down to his groin. As she went, her claws would occasionally slip out. A little prick here, a graze there. Never once did she break his skin, although he was sure he felt a strand of fur here or there being sliced neatly away. Then her hand was on his knot, fingers wrapping around it, claws slowly sliding out until he could just barely feel their tips against his flesh.
She didn't move. He, thankfully, didn't so much as throb.
"You know," she said, "some guys like getting jerked off by me. That little bit of danger, that maybe I might push a little too hard and nick them. But..." She let the claws lightly retract and smiled down at him. "I don't think that's quite your style. You're new, and a little terrified I think."
The coyote eagerly bobbed his head in agreement.
"Want to continue with...other options?"
An even more eager bob greeted her question.
She gave a light chuckle at that and let her hand slide down off his knot to where his sac hung, held taut by the little rope. Her fingers drummed along the sensitive orbs drawing out moans and squirms from the bound coyote. She sped up her fingers, beating a tattoo along his balls that had him jumping a little in his seat. A whine rose in his throat as he began to feel tiny pinpricks as she just barely let her claws show. He started to tremble. The sharp bits of pain shot right up along his cock and turned to pleasure.
All of a sudden she gripped his balls in a tight fist, squeezing them as, with her other hand, she slid the palm of her hand up over the underside of his cock, from knot to tip.
That was all it took. He shook as his trapped balls emptied themselves in powerful muscular contractions that only drew them tighter against her controlling fingers.
Mistress Blade looked down at her corset. It was coated in a soft trail of white. "I'll have you clean that up later," she said as she climbed off his lap and turned back to the waiting vegetables. "Dinner first, though. You'll need the time to regain you strength."
Tiredly, the coyote nodded in agreement as she returned to cutting vegetables.