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Summer
There was a cold sensation across my neck, the feel of metal. It was so sudden, a sharp contrast to the warm, gentle feeling of his skin, that I inhaled a surprised breath.
“Do you trust me, Summer? Trust me not to hurt you?"
I nodded, "yes."
“Say, ‘bunny punch’ if it’s too much, baby girl.”
“What?”
“Repeat it back to me.”
“Bunny punch.” I smiled at the silly phrase.
“This is trust,” he explained. “I entrust that you will communicate your needs, and you have confidence in me that I will stop.”
“Okay.” I nodded. “I understand.”
“Good,” the metal pressed across my cheek, tracing across my jaw. “I remember the first time you said my name,” he whispered. “With your cute, little voice. ‘Ookie’, you called me. I remember it feeling odd. Like this strange warmth in my chest. I felt fiercely protective. A mixture of happiness and wanting to rip open my chest and give you my heart.” The cool metal slid across my throat, the tip edging down my chest, between my breasts. It wasn’t sharp or cutting like a knife, but flat and slightly rounded. “Tell me, do you think I’m a sick man for wanting to fuck you? The innocent child of my youth.”
“No.”
“It’s sick, I know,” he continued as if I’d agreed.
“I’m not a child any more.”
“Barely.” The metal moved over my shoulders, then his fingers wrapped into the back of my hair. He fisted it tight, pain prickling as he pulled my head back to murmur against my lips, "As soon as you could walk, you would follow me around the house, dragging your doll with you." I felt his lips drag upwards in a smile, "With your wild blonde curls, and your big, bright blue eyes. You could ask for anything and I would give it to you." His lips dragged down to my jaw line, pressing tender kisses there. "And nothing has changed. Anything you ask of me, I would give you, Summer. It's very dangerous, the power you wield, having control over a man like me. I would kill anyone you asked me to. Do you think that's fair? To have this kind of control in the world?"
I shook my head. "No."
“And yet, the Magnolia, they have this kind of power, my little bunny, and they use it to do anything they want. And so, I’m going to teach you how to use your own power. You might not be as wealthy or powerful as them, but you have something they want. And you can use that against them.”
“Okay.”
“Tell me, what do you know about tarot cards," he asked me.
Tarot cards?
I'd completely forgotten. That seemed like a lifetime ago.
"Not much," I admitted. “Only what I’ve seen on the Riverfront.” Where the tourists congregated.
"I don't put much stock in the readings, with one exception." The cold steel was against my arms now, running down the length of one, then the other, tracing over the tops of my hand and fingers. "The cards may say something but only you can know what they mean. And you pulled the moon today."
“What does that mean?"
“You tell me," The metal had moved to the tops of my hands.
"I...I'm not sure."
There was a sharp stinging on the tops of my hands. I exhaled a sharp breath in surprise, my mouth dropping open. And yet, a tingling sensation spread up my arms and straight to my core.
“What is that?" I asked him.
“You don’t know?”
I shook my head. "No."
