He tosses the whip aside and crawls onto the bed, trailing kisses over every red mark he’s left on my body. He groans as he reaches my breasts, softly teasing them with flicks of his tongue, electricity shooting down my body, straight between my thighs, with every lick. He unsheathes a dagger from his trousers, softly trailing the blade up my body. I gasp, my eyes going wide as he looks up at me with his onyx eyes fully blown.
“Don’t worry, sweetheart. This isn’t for you… yet.”
He slices his palm without hesitation and watches intently as the blood wells across the open wound.
“I want to see how sexy you look covered in my blood, and not your own for a change.”
I nod and watch as he lowers his palm to my chest, smearing his blood from my throat, across my breasts, and down my stomach, stopping at my hips. He leans back, groaning deeply as he takes in the work of art he’s created.
“Fuck,” he breathes. “You look fucking incredible covered in my blood.” He leans forward and whispers in my ear, “I’d happily let you slit my throat so I could bleed all over you.”
His low, husky voice makes the hair on the back of my neck stand. He moves slightly and begins cutting the rope from my wrists. I use the opportunity to lift my head from the pillow and kiss over his pecs, biting down on one of them. He grabs mythroat, pushing my head back into the pillow with so much force I gasp.
“Bad girl,” he growls in my face as my wrists come loose, the rope falling away. “You weren’t given permission to touch. And here I was, being nice, cutting you free from your bindings.” He tuts at me, shaking his head.
He leans in close, using the blade to move my head to the side. I feel his breath tickle my ear, and I shudder beneath him.
“Don’t touch again without permission, sweetheart. Understood?” He nips at my ear as he holds the blade firmly against my skin.
“Yes,” I whisper, the cool steel of the blade pressing against my jaw, hard enough to sting.
Korithax lowers his mouth to my throat, and without warning, bites hard with his elongated, sharp canines. I hiss, gripping the headboard with my hands so hard my fingers ache. He groans against my skin as he releases me, giving a soft lick over the bite mark.
He pushes himself up, and my eyes widen at the sight of my blood on his lower lip. “Your blood tastes just as good as your cunt.”
“What, are you a vampire now?” I ask through a breathy laugh.
“I might just become one. I could become very addicted to tasting that.” He smirks, his tongue cleaning the blood from the corner of his mouth.
He leans back on his haunches and flips the blade in his hand so the handle is facing me. “Take it.”
I take the handle in my hand and hold the knife so the blade is inches away from him.
“Cut me, Daisy.”
“What?” I ask, shaking my head softly.
“From here,” He points just below his throat, between his collarbones. “To here.” He drags his finger slowly, all the way down his muscled, tattooed body, to just above the waistband of his pants, a line of hair trailing below the fabric.
“Korithax,” I whisper, the hesitation clear in my voice.
“I like the pain, Daisy. I like blood play. If you can’t do it, use your safe word. Otherwise, fucking drag that blade down my godsdamned body.” He leans forward into the blade, the tip of it poking exactly where he pointed, just below his throat. “Now,” he growls.
I swallow hard and look up into his eyes. If this is what he wanted, then fine. I was afraid to hurt him, but if he enjoyed the pain, then I could offer that to him, just as he did me. I push the blade harder against his skin, a bead of blood forming. He groans, slowly closing his eyes as his head falls back.
“Yes,” he breathes.
I slowly drag the blade down his body, and he leans into it, causing the tip to push deeper into his tanned flesh. I watch as the blood trickles down his body, some of it splashing down onto my stomach. I reach the edge of his waistband and let out a shaky breath, pulling the knife away from his skin. He lowers his head to look at me, his eyes glinting, almost looking possessed.
“Fuck, that felt good. You’re doing so good, baby.”
The praise sends another searing jolt of heat straight between my thighs, and I instinctively move my hips to try and alleviate the building pressure. I needed him badly. He chuckles, running his fingers through the blood on my stomach, dragging them all the way down to between my legs.
“Gods, you’re soaked.”
I bite my lip and decide to hell with it all. If he wanted this filthy, I was going to do my very best to give it to him. I bring the blade to my mouth, keeping my eyes pinned on his as I slowly lick up the edge, coating my tongue with his blood.
He completely stills, watching with fascination as I clean every last drop from the weapon, the coppery taste of him overloading my senses. I moan softly at his taste, my body seeming to come alive from his blood. His chest starts rising and falling hard as he watches me, his eyes seeming to get impossibly darker. I smirk at him, steeling myself to be as brave as possible. I can do this.
