“Good.” I pick up the cleaned disc, rinse it again, and bend back down, putting myself at eye level with her pussy.“Put your leg on the rim again.”
She holds onto my shoulder and lifts one leg, placing her foot on the edge of the tub. It’s incredibly intimate, and I study her blush. She’s embarrassed, but not stopping me. I realize I want her like this more often. Brave and sweetly compliant with my wishes. The monster inside me is clawing to give her a taste of sweet pain while I fuck her. To hear her follow my commands while I release some of her warm blood, watch it coat my knife when I trace her wounds.
“You pinch it,” she mumbles, watching me.
I do as she says, squeezing it until it’s narrow and then pushing it back inside her. She’s still swollen from orgasm, and I can imagine she’s super sensitive. I ignore her intake of breath and position the rubber disc in place. “Is that good? Is it in place?”
Her slight nod is quick. I hoist her up and out of the tub. “Stay here.”
I walk back to my darkened room, where I locate my dresser. She can wear my T-shirts to sleep in. The more barriers between her skin and mine, the better, or I really will fuck her, bleeding or not. Seeing her blood on my fingers, the slickness just made it harder for me. My blood play has only been done with Denise and the one woman in a sex club almost twenty years ago. Never has it been with someone who wasn’t into the darker side.
Heading back to the bathroom, I pause in the doorway, studying the way she leans on the sink, still clearly exhausted. My fingers find the knot on the towel, and I tug it off of her untilit pools at her feet. I dress her, settling my shirt over her head and smoothing it down her hips. The whole time she’s sweetly compliant, leaning on me, and I like that she’s letting me take care of her.
“Lay down,” I grouse, ready to say the hell with it, and fuck her anyway.
I watch her crawl into my bed and burrow into my pillow. Her being in my bed is dangerous. Pushing down the urgency in me to go into my room and crawl between her legs, I go back to the bathroom and stare down at my hand, and the fingers that were inside her. The memory of pulling them out, seeing her blood coat my fingers, triggers the switch, and I’m unable to stop the compulsion. I lift them to my nose and inhale, breathing her fragrance in. It’s faint, but I can smell her musk and traces of her blood. I suck the two fingers I used in my mouth, unable to block out the hungry moan at the flavor. The taste of her is deliciously addictive. I want to eat her next time, enjoy her clit while she’s bleeding. Then fuck her after, cover my dick and body in her arousal and blood. I grip the sides of the sink and stare at myself in the mirror. My skin feels tight and itchy. My needs are raging, and I have to calm down before I fall on her and take what is already mine.
Once my mind is less frenzied, I turn off the light and head back into the room. The streetlights shining through the window cast a soft glow on the bed. Camryn turns, observing me.
I pick up her empty glass and the rice heating pad and head to the kitchen. I refill her glass of water before re-heating the rice pad in my microwave. I collect the other necessary items. Stepping back into the room, I set everything on the side table. I kneel on the bed and lean over her, touching her hip. She jerks, looking over her shoulder.
“You need more medicine.” Helping her sit, I pass her another pill and more water, watching as she tosses back thepills and swallows an impressive gulp of water. She hands back the half-filled glass, and I rest it on the bedside table in case she wants more. She settles back under the covers, but I stall her. “Not yet. Lay on your back and lift the shirt.”
She doesn’t move and raises a brow. “Why?”
“I’ve already seen everything, remember?”Her sigh is long, and I can’t help the smile on my face. “Countess, raise your shirt.”
She tosses the sheet off her legs, and I try my best not to focus on her pussy.
Opening the metal tin, I slather on the white salve.
“What is it?”
“Lavender, chamomile, mugwort, and eucalyptus salve. It will help to ease your cramps, and the smell will relax you.” Massaging it into her tummy and hips, a calming smell surrounds us, and her eyes start to droop.
“That feels good.”
After I’m done, I pull down my shirt and place the warmed rice-filled sock on her belly.
“What is that? It feels warm.”
“It’s a rice heating pad. My mom taught me. I used to use them when I was younger. The heat won’t last for long, but it’s good in a pinch. She would use them on her…” I rear back, slamming my mouth shut, not finishing my sentence, shocked that I told her so much.
“I had no idea.”
She doesn’t ask about my mother, and I’m relieved, uncomfortable with the revelations my memories bring to the forefront of my mind. Like the fact that my mother used the rice heating pad when she was beaten so severely that only heat helped relax her and soothe her battered body. “You should get some sleep.”
“What about you? Will you go back to sleep?”
Camryn’s attention is on me the whole time, waiting for my response. I grind my back teeth, aiming my eyes elsewhere, because that pleading look is making it hard not to take what I want. “No.”
“Where are you going?”
I pause, my hand on the doorknob, and refuse to turn around. Refuse to see Camryn in my bed. I had more control the first time she was curled under my sheets, but now that the taste of her bloody arousal is on my tongue and my fingers, that control will be harder ot hold on to. Her voice sounds tired, but underlying it is a thread of neediness; a need that I feel too. I gave in again and touched her tonight. I’ve done it twice now.
I don’t have the willpower to stop again. So, I let my past, her brother, and the future push me out the door. “I have work to do.” With that, I step out and suck in fresh air to clear my head.
Chapter 44
