“Have you used it on other women?” She looks at me, and I sigh, not wanting to delve into my past, but if she's going to do this with me, she needs to be comfortable knowing my expertise. Blood play is about trust. “No. It’s not the same knife, but I’ve used one like it before. On one other woman.”
She licks her lips. “Do you want to try now?”
“No. You need some rest. And I need to train you.”
“Train me?” She blinks.
“Yeah, Countess. What I have in mind will take all night. There’s a diet I need you to follow before we begin.”
Her mouth forms a circle.
“No, Countess. There are times when your consent will be murky, but in this I need words. Clear, Explicit words.”
“Yes.”
“What are you agreeing to?”
“To blood play. For you to cut me.”
Hearing him say it makes my cock leak. “Good. That’s good for now.” I should let her go. I should take her to her jeep when the sun comes up. I should reconnect the wires and send her on her way. There’s too much at stake, but I don’t care anymore. We crossed the line. I crossed the line, and I’m going to keep crossing the lines.
Turn her over, she blinks, and I slip inside. She hisses, not talking to me, and this time when she touches my chest, I let her. I let her touch me where, before each time I fucked her, I kept a part of myself separate. When she pulls me down for a kiss, I let her. Letting myself say things in my mind. Feelings I would never say aloud. Feelings that are too dangerous to reveal.
In the forest, I came inside her. I’ve never not used a condom.
“Eat it.”
She sucks her fingers into her mouth, and I love it. I fuck her with my tongue, wishing I had my knife to cut her again. The sight of my cum and her blood mixing. But I can’t tell her what the sight of her bleeding did to me. How her innocent blood made me hard as a stone.
Chapter 55
I stare down at Stone’s body. He’s fast asleep with his arm thrown over his head. His muscular, tattooed body relaxed. I survey him, overwhelmed by everything that happened in the last 24 hours. I feel shell-shocked. Early this morning, I woke up to watch while I pretended to be asleep as he dressed and left. I watched through the large windows in his bedroom and saw his faint shadow heading deep into the woods. I shivered and crawled back under the warm covers, my naked body covered in his cum and his saliva.
Where did he go? Did he go back to those bodies? I fell back into a fitful sleep only to be awoken by his kiss on my chest, his tongue lightly flicking my nipples. Sleepily, I allowed him to open my legs, and when he pushed inside me, I held on, lazily participating in his slow fucking. His delicious kisses filled my mouth, his tongue that tasted like cherries and smoke colliding with mine. After I came down from another earth-shattering climax, I fell right back to sleep on his sweaty chest.
I stealthily climb out of his bed, not wanting him to wake up. I need a fucking minute to process the turn of events. My feet sink into the plush rug covering the floor surrounding hisbed, and I spot a black blanket hanging over the only chair in the room. Bluish light shines through the window. It’s early morning, but I’m not sure of the time. I can’t even check. My phone must be somewhere. It was in the back pocket of my jeans. Fuck it. It may have fallen out, lost somewhere on the forest floor, when I got on my knees and tilted my ass up, permitting Stone to fuck me right into the ground. My knee caps hurt remembering. I pick up the dark blanket that is crumpled on the floor and wrap it around my shoulders, then look back at the bed one last time.
Last night I sweated over that body, under that body. I held on to those shoulders while he pounded into my body. The thick outline of his cock is clear through the thin sheet. I want to feel it in my mouth again. Flick the piercings with my tongue.
I ease away, tiptoeing to the bathroom he used last night, and quickly empty my bladder. This time, I look around, taking in all the details that I missed when I was too busy with Stone’s dick in my mouth. The walls are unpainted wood, rustic, but everything else is pure luxury. There’s a copper, vintage tub in the corner, next to the shower we used. The tub is deep enough to fill to the top, allowing the water to reach up to your neck. I wish I could soak now, but I have no idea what will happen when Stone gets up. I head to the marble sink to wash my hands and reach back. I’m astounded at the reflection staring back at me from the vanity mirror. Jesus. I look like I’ve been in a tornado. My hair is all over the place, tangled and definitely in need of some loving care from the salon. It’s been tugged and wrapped around a fist most of the night as Stone squatted behind me.
Recollections from last night rush through my brain at bare-neck speed. Memories of him using my hair to pull me back. The feel of his balls hitting my swollen pussy while he grunted in my ear or when he gripped my scalp, burying his fingers deep while he slipped his tongue deep into my mouth.
The damage to the rest of my body is insane. Rotating my arm, I observe all the purple blemishes. I open the blanket, showing my breasts, chest, and stomach. The cut on my neck aches under the bandage. I’m not sure if we opened his stitches. We weren’t exactly careful last night while my body was contorted in every possible position. I take inventory of the number of marks. It’s staggering. Three purple marks dot my collarbone. Hickeys. The other, more minor scrapes and cuts on my neck and chest are starting to scab over. I touch one, remembering how Stone cut me and then licked at the cut.
My eyes travel down to my breasts. The tiny bite marks on the upper curve of my breasts send a tingle through me. I have bites all over my body, tiny indentations of his teeth that pressed into my skin. My hips have bruised fingerprints from where he gripped me, holding me steady as I rode him. I didn’t notice when he was doing it, too busy enjoying him inside me. My wrists are still bruised and raw from when he caught me. My tummy is no better. The geography of our night is there too. White stains cover my stomach. His cum. I open my legs and spot the deep bite mark on my inner thigh. His teeth. I touch my pussy. I’m still swollen. I lift my hand, staring at the moisture. His saliva. My arousal. Who knew sex could be like that?
Sex that is currently making it challenging to walk. The worst soreness is in my ass. I’ve never touched myself there before, except to clean and use the bathroom, but I let him put the handle of his knife in my ass. I had anal sex with a knife. Oh no, no regular butt plug or dildo for me. His fingers and his tongue have also been back there, and heaven help me, I wonder how his cock would feel. He told me I need to train. I have no idea what that entails, but something tells me it will be a thrilling experience. Wait until I tell the girls. Wait. No, I don’t know if I want to tell them about everything that has happened in the last 24 hours.
Was it just yesterday that I was staring at the mural he created of me, in disbelief that he drew a massive mural of me as some sort of mythical goddess?
Was it just 24 hours ago that I drove out to find him and got myself lost in the woods?
Was it just 24 hours ago that I stumbled onto two dead bodies?
Was it just 24 hours ago that I let the man I’ve been obsessed with brutally fucked me, ass up, into the dirt like a farm animal, and I loved it, letting him put his dick inside me without a condom?
My pussy pulses, remembering the complete control he had over my body. I close my eyes and remember the way he told me to climb on his cock, after our last round. I was exhausted, and he didn’t give a fuck. He gripped my hair and pulled me down to his lips, growling softly against my lips.
