Page 19 of Shades of Red

“Fucking hell, golden girl,” I growl while thrusting my hips so hard that I’m brutalizing my hand with my dick. “You take the pain so goddamn well.” I feel my shaft thicken and my balls swell and a little sting of pain on my stomach as the sharp blade nicks my skin. The knife clatters to the counter as I grab the metal bowl with one hand and place it under my cock just in time to catch the first spurts of white as I climax. I milk my shaft hard, making sure to get every drop of my cum into the bowl of cream.

I’m breathless by the time I’m spent, ribbons of my arousal floating in the bowl. In about twenty minutes, the semen will liquify, and no one will be able to tell it from the cream. It will be crème d’Grey. Chef Matis should appreciate mypersonalapproach to this assignment. I’m certain Aurélie will. And speaking of—two minutes left.

I pop the bowl of cream in the walk-in to chill and grab my knife from the counter. There’s a sliver of red along the edge. My blood. I can’t wait to mix it with hers.

It’s time to play a little game of hide and seek.

I scrape the edge of the knife along the black wall in the reception area, my eyes scanning for a hint of gold in the darkness. Even though Parisian summer means it stays light until past ten at night, the room is dark because the heavy velvet drapes have been drawn. Since aspects of the restaurant are kept very secretive until we open in August, they don’t leave the dining room open to prying eyes. The tables are empty of place settings, a different assortment of chairs surrounding a combination of large circular tables and long rectangular tables meant for shared dining. Chef Matis is quite picky, and they haven’t finalized the design in the dining room yet.

“Aur-é-lie,” I call out, her name a song on my lips. I drag the blade over the top of one of the long tables, loving the sound of it digging into the wood. “Come out,chérie.” For the sheer delight of tormenting her, I take the knife and slam the edge down hard against the table.The blade sticks out of the dark wood as I rock the handle back and forth to get it loose. There’s a large gash marring the top of the table, but it’s only a model, so I don’t give a fuck.

“Time’s almost up, golden girl.” I bend down low to peek under the tables, letting the blade scrape against the black marble floor. It sounds like nails on a chalkboard, and I can just picture the look of distaste on her face as she hears it. “You’ve got sixty seconds left,” I warn her. “If you give up and come out, I might take it easy on you.”

The room is silent apart from the distant tick of the timer. “Forty seconds. If you don’t surrender now, you’ll pay for it later.” I hack at the table again to emphasize the threat. The thud of the blade sounds like a cleaver cutting through bone, and I fucking love the melody of it.

“Twenty seconds.” I throw the knife against one of the round tables, my movements erratic as bloodlust fuels my body so thick I can almost taste it. There’s a whimper to the left of me; it’s faint, but I can hear it. I follow the sound slowly, letting my leather shoes drag across the marble floor. I want her to know I’m coming.

“Ten.” I scrape the tip of the blade into one of the chairs as I stalk toward where I heard her. “Nine. Eight. Seven.” I start throwing chairs out of the way, emptying the space around the narrow table in the far corner. They crash to the floor loudly. “Six. Five.” I run the knife down the center of the table, letting the unmistakable scrape of hard steel against soft wood fill the air.

“Four.” I know where she is. “Three.” I don’t even need to look under the table to know that I’ll find her cowering on her hands and knees, shaking with fear as she imagines what I might do to her. “Two.” I wonder how long it will take her to scream? “One.” I shove the table away from the wall and crouch down to the floor.

“Time is up,chérie,” I declare, staring into a pair of truly frightened blue eyes as her first scream of the night blends with the sound of the timer going off in the kitchen. “Now you’re mine.”

I reach for Aurélie’s wrist and drag her out from her hiding spot. She’s kicking and screaming while I pull her up by her shoulders and throw her onto the table. I’m not gentle. I gave her a small chance at mercy, but she didn’t take it. Now, I’m going to be as rough as I fucking please. Her arms and legs flail as she struggles to escape my hold. I take the flat side of my knife and slap it against the exposed skin on her thigh. “Stop fighting,” I command.

“Get the fuck off me,connard,” she screeches, her eyes blazing with fury.

“Such a filthy mouth,” I tsk, bringing the tip of the knife to her lips and dragging it across her soft skin. I don’t use any pressure; I just taunt her with the knowledge that I could tear into her red lips if I wanted to. “We had a deal. You lost. And that means I get to claim my prize.”

“You cheated,” she accuses, careful not to move her lips too much and risk kissing my knife. “You locked the damn doors. I never had a chance of winning.”

“Ah, ah, ah, technically we never agreed upon any ground rules. You should always get the terms and conditions before agreeing to anything. Didn’t daddy teach you that?” I smirk down at her, my last jab rendering her silent. I grab her underneath the knees and drag her down toward the end of the table so her legs dangle off. She uses the opportunity to aim a kick at my balls. I capture her foot mid-assault and dig my finger into her arch until she winces.

“Donotkick me,” I chastise while pinning her legs down with the weight of my upper body. “Someone needs to teach you some fucking manners. As it is,” I reach for my belt and slide it out of the loops, “restraints will have to do until you learn how to restrain yourself. Keep thrashing around like a wild animal, and you’ll end up hurting yourself.” I bend down and nip at her inner thigh. “Don’t you know hurting you is my job,chérie?”

In spite of my warnings, she writhes on the table as I wrap the belt around her left calf and tie her down to the table leg. She kicks out with her other foot, managing to catch me off-guard and hit me in the thigh, far too close to my favorite appendage. I groan in discomfort before catching her free ankle and using the flat side of the knife in my other hand to deliver two quick smacks to the bottom of her foot. “Stay still,” I snap. “Or I’ll shove this blade up your cunt and use the blood as lube for when I replace the knife with my cock.”

Jesus fucking Christ, I don’t know wherethatcame from. It’s like she’s fed the beast inside me so much that I don’t even recognize the sharp toothed monster that stalks my subconscious and clamors for blood.

And even though I would never do anything to damage her beautiful pussy, the horror on her face tells me that she doesn’t know that. She thinks I’m a monster. I can work with that. “Good girl,” I praise when she goes rigid on the table, like a cadaver on a slab. “Now spread your legs and let me see that pretty pussy weep for me.” Without hesitation, she moves her leg to the other side of the table, leaving herself exposed and vulnerable.

“Goddamn, you look delicious,” I sigh as my mouth waters at the sight of her. “I can’t wait to have another taste. But not quite yet.” I reach for the buttons on my white shirt and slowly start to loosen them one by one. I watch as the fear in Aurélie’s gaze dissipates, lust warming her eyes until they are blue pools of fire. She wants me. Against her better judgment and probably her own personal preferences, she wants to eat me alive just as much as I do her. And I’m more than willing to give her the privilege.

I shrug out of my shirt, the black ink on my chest, shoulders, and arms on full display. Using the long sleeves of my shirt, I tie a double knot around Aurélie’s leg before standing back to admire my work. It’s makeshift bondage, but as I’ve never actually tried the real stuff, Ithink this is pretty good for my first time. She looks gorgeous spread out on the table like a feast, and I can’t wait to dig in.

“Fuck, you look pretty,” I tell her, running my knife over the black material of her dress. “A little overdressed, though,” I say a moment before fitting the sharp edge against the slit on her thigh and slicing upward.

She gasps when the silk falls to pieces beneath the blade. I continue, sliding the knife along her body, caressing her skin as I cut her clothes off her. I stop when I’ve split her dress in half, the material lying loosely over her bare breasts. With two quick slices at her hips, I cut off her panties and throw the red scraps of silk on the floor. With the very tip of the knife, I flick the black silk on her chest away, exposing one of her tits.

“Grey,” she gasps, arching her back as her hips rise off the table. I can’t tell if my name on her lips is a plea to stop or keep going. When she says nothing else, I vote in favor of the latter. I take my knife to her other breast and flip her dress back. “Fuck,” she breaths when the air brushes over her exposed skin, causing her pink nipples to pebble.

“You want me tofuckyou,chérie?” Her only answer is a moan, and fuck if that isn’t a goddamn invitation to be balls deep in her pussy. “You’re going have to wait for the honor,” I taunt, my eyes crinkling with wickedness as I smile down at her. “Tearing into your cunt isn’t the only pain you’re going to take for me. I need more.” I lean down and press my knife against one of her nipples. “Can you do that for me, golden girl?”

She nods her head, her eyes half-dazed.

“Say it out loud, Aurélie,” I command. I need tohearher say yes to me.

“Yes, chef,” she answers, her voice warm and thick as cream. “I can take it.”

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