Page 6 of The Black Lotus
He clicks his tongue, shaking his head with a near manic look in his eyes, and pries them back open, stepping between them to prevent my denial of him.
He pushes me down until my back hits the table, then takes the knife and places the tip of the blade under the button of my jeans. My eyes meet his, and before I can object what he’s about to do, the button goes flying.
“You really love destroying my clothing, don't you?” I almost growl.These were my favorite jeans.
“I love destroying something else more.”
I gasp, my mouth instantly dry as my core weeps for his cock. Any smart comeback I might have had floats away. I need him inside me, wrecking me. Filling me. Breaking me.
He trades the knife for his belt beside me and saunters around the table, my eyes tracking his every movement. “What are you going to do with that?” I ask, my head tipping up to watch as he grabs both of my hands and places them flat against the table. “You really have a kink with that belt of yours, huh?”
He ignores my question, looping the belt around my wrists and securing it tightly. His face annoyingly neutral, he reaches under the table and grabs a rope of some kind, wrapping it around the makeshift restraint. I try to tug my hands away, but they aren’t moving a muscle, heightening my arousal.
Walking back down to the end of the table, I strain to see what he’s doing, but I feel his hands grip my legs, grabbing one at a time and locking them in some type of restraint. I attempt to kick out, but they aren’t going anywhere.
He really thought all of this through.There is no way anyone could escape once captured. Just when I think he’s done, he picks up the knife and slices the middle of my shirt revealing my breasts to him. Asters pupils dilate, and his breathing picks up as he traces the flat of the blade around my hardened nipples, my breath catching in my throat. Instead of scolding him for ruining yet another piece of clothing, I simply lay there. Waiting. Watching. Anxious to see what he will do next. He places the knife in his mouth and grabs a strap under the table, placing it on my stomach before walking to the other side and grabbing the other end, securing it over me and leaving me entirely immobile.
“Aster-”
He places the blade against my lips, silencing me. “Little vixen, the fun is coming, but first you need to be punished.”
“Punished?” I mumble against the knife. “But I was paying attention to your lesson. I even told you what it was about!”
He removes the weapon from my lips, crouching beside me. “You did, yes, but before I reprimanded you, you were paying attention to my body, not the board.”
I scoff, “I’m not the one who decided to wear gray sweatpants that outline everything.” I look down and see the shadow of his erection through the thin material of his pants, glancing back up through my lashes with a satisfied smile.
He grips my leg, a deep growl emanating from his throat. One I can’t tell if it’s from warning, arousal, or both. “That was a test, one you failed, and for that, you must bleed.” With the last words, he takes the knife and slowly, shallowly, slices across my upper thigh. I suppress a whimper, biting my lip to cancel out the sting the blade left behind. I strain my neck to look down, seeing red soak into the denim.
Laying my head back down, I pinch my eyes closed as I wait for the next cut.Why is he actually hurting me?He said he loves me. He said he would never hurt me. Yet, he’s slicing me with his knife? I crack one eye open, glancing at his face, his eyes have darkened, lip jutting out, as he watches the spot on my denim become larger. It looks like he’s enjoying it, but the way his hand has a slight tremor gives me all the assurance I need. He doesn’t actually want to cause me pain. I shut my eyes once more, thinking of all the ways I’ll get him back for this. It doesn’t necessarily hurt, but I like to be the one to make myself bleed. I don’t want anyone to do it for me.He has to have a reason for this.He wouldn’t just hurt me to see me squirm. No, Aster is meticulous; he has a reason for all of his actions.
I look at him and see him watching me now, not the blood his eyes were zoned in on a minute ago. “What… What are you doing?”
He tilts his head, like I should already know the answer with his actions. We stare at one another and, finally, he huffs a breath.
“We need to see how much pain you can handle.”
“What?” I ask, my mouth agape.I knew he had a reason.
“If…” He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, opening them only when he speaks again, the sadness in his eyes evident. “If you ever get caught, if you ever end up in the hands of one of the people my mother sent… If I'm not there to protect you, or you’re unable to protect yourself, you need to be strong. To not give up. To take the pain and channel it into something else. Something stronger than the agony they’re inflicting.”
“Something else?” I ask, my heart dropping to my stomach at the thought of being captured by anyone. But I get a ping of excitement at the thought of escaping and sending a more bloody message to anyone else.
He cups my pussy hard through my jeans, eliciting a whimper from my lips. That's what he means; find pleasure in the pain, so it won't be as painful as the torment truly is. I close my eyes, concentrating on how his hand feels against my cunt, wishing he'd just discard the barriers between us as well.
As if reading my mind, Aster lifts the top on my pants and slashes all the way down, my panties falling away with the jeans, the blade mere centimeters from nicking my skin. The hairs on my legs instantly rise from the sheer excitement and fear this lesson is bringing.
“Do you trust me?”
I open my eyes, lifting my head as high as it can go. My breath hitches when my eyes lock onto his swirling green ones. They're the darkest I've seen, an animalistic feeling seeping from them. All I can manage is a nod, my throat dry and unable to form words.
He braces both hands on the table, jumping up to cradle me with his legs. My pussy tingles when I feel his hardened cock graze it through his sweats. I shimmy my hips for some friction,desperate to release some of the pressure, but the ache is still there. And growing.
This is torture in itself.
He reaches into his pocket and grabs a blindfold I didn’t know he had, a sudden pit in my stomach growing from not being able to watch. I was enjoying the parts of the lesson I could manage to see, and now I’ll only be able to feel. It will heighten that sense and he told me to trust him. Aster motions for me to lift my head, being the obedient student he likes to see, I do as he asks, and then my world goes dark. My heart races with the light suddenly gone, and laying in the unknown waiting for the torture to begin. My chest tightens, and I stiffen when I feel Aster's hand touch my erratic chest.
“You’re safe.”
