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He clenches his fist beside him and takes a swig from the bottle. “Sit down, Ray.” He pats the bed beside him. Taping his temple. “I got this scar the day we came to rescue you. I have plenty of scars, Ray just most of mine are internal. I never found you attractive before. I mean, I could see you were beautiful. There was no doubt about it, but you did nothing for me, not in that way anyway.
“What changed?”
I cross my legs and shove the T-shirt between them, as I’m not wearing any underwear.
“I have a kink or two, shall we say… I’m into knife play and have a kink for… blood.”
“The day at the gym…” I smile.
“Yes, the day at the gym, Ray, I struggle to… Get interested. To perform without it when I'm with someone. I need to cut and see, feel and taste the blood to… get me going. To feel close, to feel a connection” He shakes his head. “I know it’s fucked up, but the minute I saw your blood trickling out of that wound and knowing you’d done it to yourself… was so satisfying and such a turn-on. I just don't know what that looks like with anyone, no one's ever really allowed me to show that side. I’ve had a few partners, and I tried to be normal, but I just couldn't fake it, and then I gave up, but with you, I’m not sure if that would be something that you would be into?”
I lean forward and run my hand down his body. “And yet barely a mark on you,”
“My blood does nothing for me… it has to be someone else's… it has to be during sex or leading up to it, and…” He sighs. “I just haven't found anyone for such a long time that I thought I'd given up. You caught me off guard.”
I smile at him. “So, basically, you want to cut me while you fuck me, and that will get you off? I mean, I get it. Something about torturing a scumbag gets me really hot.'' I crawl up onto my knees and take the T-shirt off as I straddle his legs so we're eye to eye.
“Are you willing to give it a shot?”
“Yeah, I think I am, but can we keep this between us? I don't need the added pressure and want to see where it goes in private.” I lean over and open the top drawer to find a blade.
“How did you know that was there?” he asks.
“Where else would it be?” I shrug. I take the knife and slide it over the skin between my breasts, and he groans as he reaches for my hips, rubbing me over his solid dick that’s straining to get out of his boxers. He pulls me forward as he runs his tongue up the trail of blood and fuck me, if it isn’t erotic. His eyes flutter closed, and the sheer look of pleasure on his face makes me smile. He opens his eyes, and his pupils are blown. He never takes his eyes off the blood slowly seeping from the new wound. Once there's a steady trickle again, he pulls my hips closer and groans as his tongue slides over me.
“Fuck!” he whispers with a sigh. He never swears; it sounds so foreign coming from him. He pulls his legs up, kneels up with me on him, and then lays me down on the bed. “I think I’ve just found my own brand of heroin,” he groans as he takes the knife from my hands. “Do you trust me, Ray?”
“Yes,” I breathe out as he slides his boxer shorts off and lays with his chest between my legs. I’m breathing heavily. I know I am. The anticipation is going to kill me, and as he lays the blade of the knife against my hot skin and drags it along the sensitive flesh of my breast, I shudder underneath him and try to grind myself against him for a release. I close my eyes and savour the feeling of being touched again, of feeling anything but misery.
“Ray.” His voice is so soft my eyes flutter open, and he kisses me so gently, the complete opposite to the slice of the knife. “Stay with me, be here with me.”
I know what he's saying. Please don't close your eyes and think of him. And I smile, cupping his face. “I'm here. With you. Me and you.”
He nods, sliding the blade again and resting the tip on my collarbone as I pant heavier, my breaths coming in raspier. The tip of the knife cuts deeper each time, making me gasp and grind against him. The more I grind, the more I gasp, and my eyes start to roll as I’m about to come. He bites down on my nipple, and I scream out as I come undone for him. His name rolls off my tongue as he continues to bite down and suck my nipple between his teeth, but he never takes his eyes off the blood. Once I’ve stopped panting and my breaths return to normal, he slides up, and his thick, rigid cock nudges at my opening. His eyes meet mine for a split second before his mouth covers the wound, and he sucks so deep and slams into me at the same time. I scream out, not prepared for the onslaught. The sensations are all over the place, and my mind is reeling as I feel him suck over my collarbone and slam into me. I reach down and grab onto him, holding him against me till I’m coming again, and as he spills inside me, he steadies his pace and licks at the wound till we both find our breath.
As his dick softens and he goes to slide off me, I smile. “I kind of have a thing.” I grin up at him and start to roll my hips.
“Oh fuck,” he grits out as I take hold, hold him where I want, and rub myself under him. “Shit, shit,” he gasps, and his eyes start to flutter while I start to build.
“Shit, Priest!” I grind out as he takes over and slides over me, making me grit my teeth. He flicks his hips, and I see stars as I scream his name. He collapses on top of me.
“Fuck,” he gasps as he slides off and flops on his back, and we both just pant.
I wake up wrapped in strong arms with a leg over my hip. I kiss his chest. “Hey.” He looks at me and strokes down my scar as my eyes flutter closed, and his thumb passes over my cheek. I open my eyes straight into those intense, dark, almost black eyes, and my breath stutters as I exhale.
“Hey.” I smile back, and he kisses me. There’s no rush with this man. He's gentle, kind, and patient, but the knife and the blood… such a contrast. I’m actually excited for the first time in a while that he could be something special. But then my gut twists. Is it too soon? Should I have waited? What will my brothers think?
“Hey.”
“What?”
“You left me, you’re overthinking, you’re thinking about him, aren't you?” He's not pissed, but a flash of hurt passes across his features, and I smile.
“No, I mean… kind of, but mainly about them, about my brothers and my family. Will they judge me?”
“Do you regret it? No one knows. We can just pretend it never happened and go back to normal.”
“No, I don't, and no, I don't want to. I just want to see where it goes for a bit first… I don't want to tell people if this is just gonna fizzle… I don't want it to be awkward if it doesn't work out.”
