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The last thing I hear before I lose consciousness is his modulated voice. “Naughty, Little Darling. I told you not to move your hands.”
Chapter 18
Alex
AsIslowlyregainconsciousness, my senses begin to awaken, pulling me back from the depths of the abyss and into the disorienting reality of my situation. My mind is foggy, and my body feels heavy. Panic flickers within me as I become aware of the tightness around my wrists, realizing my hands are bound. I try to open my eyes, but the haze lingers, obscuring my vision.
I'm no longer standing, the sensation of movement indicating that I'm being carried. The swaying motion adds to my disorientation, making it difficult to gather my thoughts. I’m still very naked and I feel a mix of vulnerability and anticipation, my body still throbbing from the intensity of our encounter.
With each step he takes, I feel the shift in momentum, my body gently swaying in response. My limbs feel weak and unsteady, the remnants of pleasure and exertion coursing through me. A dull throbbing headache claws at the edges of my mind. It's as if I'm caught between the remnants of my orgasmic haze and the stark reality of my predicament.
Suddenly, the motion halts, and I feel a change in the atmosphere. My body is shifted, maneuvered into a new position. I sense my bound hands being raised and then being attached to something, the cool metal biting into my skin. My body is slowly maneuvered until it’s straight and my weight starts bearing down on my wrists before he releases his hold on me. It occurs to me that I'm hanging from something. The realization sends a shiver down my spine, a mix of trepidation and a twisted thrill coursing through me.
My heart pounds in my chest as the tension in the room becomes palpable. I can't see him, but I can feel his presence, the heaviness of his gaze bearing down on me. A mix of vulnerability and anticipation floods my senses as I hang there, suspended, my body at his mercy.
The ache in my limbs intensifies as the strain of my weight settles further on my wrists. I try to shift, to alleviate some of the pressure, but the restraints hold me in place. My muscles protest, and the cuts in my skin throb as my body stretches.
My mind races, grappling with a myriad of emotions. The remnants of pleasure still linger within me, but they are now entwined with fear and the growing uncertainty at what lies ahead.
As the haze lifts from my vision, I start to make out what is in front of me. My own bedroom wall.
I feel the edge of a blade graze against the skin on my back and I shudder. Am I going to be punished now? Did he really expect me to keep my hands still when I couldn’t breathe?
I can’t stop the small whimper from escaping as the knife keeps moving lower. But then the knife leaves my skin.
My vision clears so I see when a gloved hand comes to rest on the wall on either side of my body, the knife held loosely in one of them. And then I feel as he presses his clothed body into my back. He’s hard.
“You awake again, Little Darling?” His modulated voice rumbles from behind my ear.
I nod slightly before trying twice to talk, eventually getting out a “Yes” through a scratchy throat.
He hums in response. “Well that voice isn’t acceptable,” he says before disappearing. I have no idea where he is but I can hear him moving around behind me. I can’t move my head or body enough to look.
He reappears as quickly as he vanished, reaching a hand around to grip my chin and mouth and tilt them up forcefully. Then there is liquid flooding my mouth.
There is too much of it and as much as I try to resist the onslaught I’m sputtering and choking on it in seconds as I swallow it on reflex. The last of it slides down my throat before he lets go of me again.
It’s not just water, I can tell from the taste of it that there is something else in it. It had a sweetness to it. For all I know he potentially poisoned me.
“Is that because I moved my hands? Did you poison me as punishment?” I sputter out. Admittedly, my throat does feel better, even if it was poisoned.
He chuckles, coming back to stand at my back with his hands braced on either side of me. “Oh I’m positive that Dare has something deliciously evil planned to punish you for not obeying, but that is for him to carry out. I just want to be able to hear you scream.”
Fuck.
For a moment it feels as though my heart stops beating. It never even occurred to me that I am now dealing with Truth and not Dare.
He continues to chuckle, “You thought I was Dare right? You thought you would have a small reprieve since he already came in that pretty pussy tonight? Guess again, Little Darling. Though I do hear you have a question for me first.”
My heart is now suddenly racing in my chest. I completely forgot about the two truths that I had been granted in exchange for this encounter, though now thinking back on it two truths were definitely not a fair exchange.
His hands disappear again and his warmth moves away from my back before I feel the knife start trailing against the skin on my back again. “Better think quickly, Little Darling, I’m going to be playing in the meantime.”
The sting of the knife cutting into the flesh on my back has my breath hissing out of my lips, but soon the pleasure is chasing it.
I close my eyes, trying to gather my thoughts amidst the mix of pain and pleasure. The blade continues to trace intricate patterns on my skin, leaving a trail of searing heat in its wake. I bite down on my lip, fighting back a moan as conflicting sensations course through me.
The knife disappears for a moment and next I feel a completely different sensation. I feel his tongue against my skin as he licks a long slow line up my spine. Given the placement of the cuts in my skin and the position of my body, it would be impossible that he wouldn’t have my blood in his mouth.
