“Do you want me to stop?”
Do I?
“Do you need me to help?”
My whispered yes is so low, and I’m not sure he heard me, but then I feel his tongue on my pussy, and I rear up, cursing. I look behind me. I can’t see him, but I know he’s watching me. His tongue pushes deep inside me and digs my hands into the ground, holding onto the damp soil, needing to anchor myself while I allow him to eat me. His groans and grunts of enjoyment are amplified.
I swivel my hips, and gasp when I feel him reach up and draw the knife out and push it back in. This time it doesn’t hurt asmuch. In fact, the pain mingles with expanding pressure on my clit.
“Please, oh please. Don’t stop. Just like that, Stone. More. Fucking more. Make me come again.”
He growls, rubbing his stubble on my pussy. His deep voice resonates deeply within me. “So fucking needy.”
Each swipe of his tongue gets better and better, and soon I enjoy the sensations of the knife handle inside me. When he pushes two fingers back inside me and rubs my clit with his thumb, I can’t think of anything except the pleasure. The knife handle moves steadily, in time with his fingers. His thumb circles my clit, and I sob from the intensity. The knife slips deeper, and I can’t bear it, calling his name, begging for something, anything.
“That’s it, baby. You are so fucking beautiful. My cum, your cum, our blood. It’s all inside you, Countess.” He fingers the opening where his knife is lodged inside me, and it feels slicker than before. The pressure builds until it explodes, and I come, my legs shaking, my lungs burning from trying to get enough air into my chest.
I slump forward, my body draped over the log, speechless, lost in the riot of emotions inside my mind.
My ass is sore. My pussy is sore. My breasts ache from Stone’s bites and the cuts on my skin. I curl into a ball, unsure what will happen next. His blindfold still covers my eyes, and I don’t know if I want to see him. See myself. My pants are around my ankles, and I shakily reach down, trying to pull them up to my waist, but they’re soaked, muddy, and basically rags at this point. I have no underwear. My shoulder sockets throb when I try to move my damaged tights up over my hips. I can feel his cum from where he ejaculated on me. The crack of my ass feels sticky. I can feel him watching me, but he’s offer to help me up.
“Come on, get up. It will be dark soon.”
His harsh command makes me flinch. He’s angry at me, but what else is new? Weak, I get to my knees. What happens now? He fucked me like he said he was going to. Do I get up and leave? I’m basically naked from the waist down. For as much as I think I know him, I don’t know a fucking thing about what Stone, Stefan Hayes is going to do next. Yes, he’s shown me some kindness before, but in this dark forest with the dead men he proudly claimed to have killed, he’s been anything but kind.Passionate and demanding? Yes. Sweet? Definitely not. I’m at his mercy, and as much as I want to tell him to fuck off. I won’t survive out here. I know it. He knows it.
I push to my feet and sway when I stand. Not being able to see makes it even harder to get my bearings. Everything hurts. From when he slammed me to the ground till now, my body feels wrung out. Being on my knees with my head down, the blood settled, and now my legs tingle as the blood rushes back into them.
Suddenly, Stone grabs me and lifts me into his arms.
Chapter 53
My equilibrium shifts when Stone picks me up in his arms. Dazed, I realized he’s carrying me through the woods to where I don’t know, and my brain can’t focus enough to care. The blindfold still covers my eyes, and my wrists still have the zip ties attached. I have no idea what time it is, but it must still be late. Stone’s steps don’t falter, steady and sure. He holds me to his chest, and I have no choice but to wrap my arms around his neck. He knows where he’s going, not stopping and pausing the way I did. I don’t know what to think, much less say, about what just happened, about what I did. What I allowed him to do. All the words that I should say remain silent, stuck in my throat.
I’ve never had sex like that. Sex that was more than just penis into vagina. Penis into mouth. The sex was so all-consuming that I couldn’t think of anything. I wasn’t wondering when it would be over like I did with Reed. I wasn’t wishing for more, as I had with the two other men before. The things he did are seared in my brain. I tuck my face into his neck, breathing in the scent of his body. The sweat. The elusive licorice smell that’s his smoke. That and the sweet tart taste of his mouth. Cherries. It waswhat I recognized the moment he kissed me. My brain and body reacted to that smell, so attuned to him.
I could have told him I knew who he was, but something stopped me, something dark inside me wanted him to fuck me against that tree. To make me feel out of control. At that moment, I would do anything he said, and I felt more alive than ever before. Alive in a forest filled with death.
When we stop, and I tense, wondering where we are. It’s not as humid as the forest. The air smells cleaner, fresher. He pulls off my blindfold. Everything is blurry, and my eyes take a moment to adjust. I look to see not the thick canopy of leaves and branches that were a part of the skyline before, when I was walking in the woods. Now I see a vast expanse of sky with bright stars starting to pepper the sky. I look around and see that we are in a clearing. I spot the soft orange glow of something, and I look, shocked to see an expansive log cabin nestled in a clearing, surrounded by tall pines. Gas lamps flicker on either side of the massive wooden double doors. He walks towards the cabin, and as soon as he gets close, a lock clicks open, and he walks through into a dark entryway.
“Lights.”
The room is suddenly awash with illumination from two wall scones lighting the way. I try to look around, but I don’t have much of a chance because minutes later, we walk into a bathroom and Stone sets me down and leans heavily on him, exhaustion in every limb.
I take a peek at him, blinking to focus my eyes. His face is coated in dark green and black paint. The mask he wore before is gone. He looks just as deadly as before, but I’m not afraid. Not anymore. I like it and I want more of it. We just fucked like animals a few minutes ago, and I want him again. I want that roughness; the complete ruin he offered me.
He quickly divests me of my ripped and tattered clothing, pulling them down my arms and then tearing away at my pants and yanking off my shoes until I’m standing naked in front of him, battered and bruised, not sure what the fuck I’m doing here. I look down, shocked to see that my chest is covered in drying blood and dirt. Mud covers my breasts and stomach. I frown at blood between my legs. It’s smeared on my pussy and thighs.
“Can you stay upright?”
I look up at him and brush the hunk of hair that came loose from my braid and is hanging in my eyes, behind my ears. His face is expressionless, and I nod. He’s worried I won’t be able to stand. I’m afraid too. My legs are shaking so badly.
He grunts before taking off his gun and holster and placing them on the toilet seat. The black metal looks innocent now, but before, when it was pressed to my head, my blood was ice, anticipating the second my life would end.
Next is his knife, and I shiver. The handle and blade are covered in blood. My blood. It was inside my pussy. My ass. I came like a deranged person on the handle of his knife. And I want him to do it again. I want him to push it deep inside me while he bites my nipples and whispers in my ear, encouraging me, telling me how filthy I am. Jesus. Something is wrong with me.
Stone strips his pants and shoes quickly, and I can’t help but stare at his cock now. He’s hard again, the thick shaft rising up and out. It was also inside me. Stretching me to the point of pain. Before, when we were having sex, I could only feel it, but seeing it up close, I’m fascinated. It’s completely tattooed. Dark, thick lines and patterns cover the entire length and width. His piercings cover the underside. A set of parallel lines made up of tiny balls. There is also a long line of rings going up the line of his scrotum. I’ve seen penises all through medical school,and nothing compares to what I’m seeing now. The silver hoop right under the tip of his cock glints in the bathroom light. I felt every single piece of those metal embellishments when he was thrusting inside me.
Standing naked in front of me, I don’t protest when he turns me around and picks up my long braid. I turn and look back at him. “I can do it,” I murmur, attempting to remove my braid, but he doesn’t budge.
