Page 9 of My Bloody Valentine

Opening the knife back up, he slides the cool, flat side down the length of my sternum, pausing to twist it, ever so slightly, so that it cuts through the front of my bra. With a soft pop, it opens, revealing my breasts to his hungry gaze.

He leans down, running his tongue along the taut peak. Unable to help myself, I moan as he slides the nipple into his mouth and sucks hard. Stars explode behind my eyelids. I want to run my fingers through his hair, to hold him closer to me, but am soon reminded that I’m unable to move.

I can only take what he gives me and nothing more. But it doesn’t bother me. Now, I can be at the mercy of someone else. Not thinking, not caring. I don’t have to worry if I’m doing it right because I’m no longer in control.

His fingers graze my navel as he trails them down my body, stopping at the juncture of my thighs. Oh, how I burn and ache. I need him to touch me, to stop the throbbing that’s diving me mad.

But he doesn’t. He simply hovers over me, forcing me to feel and yet not as he torments my nipple. A sharp pain zips from my breast, short-circuiting my brain. I can’t think well enough to formulate a sentence. All I know is my core clenches in need, hard enough to make me gasp.

Then, and only then does he finally touch me. Throwing my head back, I moan as he sucks hard again as he grazes my clit with his nail. My hips buck on their own accord, silently begging him to touch me harder.

Pulling back, he smiles down at me. His lips look blood-red in the light, sending a tendril of fear through me. But all is soon forgotten as he slides lower, kissing my stomach.

He eases his thumbs along my outer lips, spreading me open. The moment his lips graze my needy clit, I’m lost. Grant begrudgingly performed oral on me, but it happened so infrequently, I stopped asking for it.

Rory is different. He devours me. His tongue dances along my nerves, teasing me, taunting me, eating me like he wants to. Like he wants it. My insides clench as he laps at me, flattening his tongue to taste every inch.

Sensations flutter through me, leaving me boneless as he drinks me in. There, in the silence however, I can hear the click of the knife. That’s the only warning I have before a line of fire races down my inner thigh.

I go to yell, to scream, and yet all it comes out as is a whiny moan. It hurts. Dear God, it hurts, but it feels so good at the same time. Rory pulls away from my pussy, angling his neck so he can kiss the hurt away. His tongue slithers around, drawing patterns I have no hope of keeping up with.

When he pulls away, I crane my neck to look down at my leg. Though I expect to see blood spilling from me, there’s nothing. Not even a scratch. Is it all in my mind?

My head swims as he goes back to pleasuring me, this time, sliding a finger deep inside. It’s not enough. I need more. So much more. Guttural moans claw at my throat as he pulls out and pushes two into me, hitting that spot deep inside.

His tongue never stops lashing at my poor, sensitive clit. Even as he pounds into me, far harder than anyone has before, he tempers the sensations by keeping my body humming with arousal.

Every inch of me screams for release. I writhe on the bed, bowing up against the restraints. Again, I feel that flash of burn, that white hot against my skin, only this time, it’s at my core.

Rory’s groans rumble through me as he sucks the hurt away, drinking from me. At least that’s what my mind can conjure up. No doubt it’s just like my thigh where it’s all mental.

He’s fucking with me, playing with me, toying with me. I don’t want it to stop. My insides clench as he draws his head up from in between my thighs. His mouth and chin shimmer in the lights, but still not a trace of blood can be found.

Again, it’s just in my mind. It has to be. But still, as I gaze into his eyes, pitch black in the shadows, I can’t help the shiver of apprehension that races through me. Instead of scaring me off, however, it drives the need even further.

“Please,” I manage to gasp. “Oh, please.”

“Ahh. I knew you’d beg. Tell me, what do you want?”

“I- I don’t know. I-”

“Yes, you do. Tell me. I want to hear it drip from your lips in detail.”

Dare I? I’ve never been vocal in bed before, but then, I never needed to be. Nothing ever felt like this. It’s overwhelming. It’s everything I’ve wanted and then some.

“I- I…”

“Yes?” He curls his fingers inside me, making my toes curl.

“I need to get off!”

“I can see that. How do you want me to get you off?”

I look down at him, confusion flitting through my mind. “Just keep going?”

Again, he chuckles, teasing my clit with his tongue. “I guess it will do. For now.”

For now… Does he already plan for more than just tonight? Do I even want that? I’ve gotten out of one ill-fated marriage; I don’t want to think about joining up with someone so soon.