Page 37 of Creep
The threshold between the pain and pleasure becomes too much to bear and my legs begin to shake, my orgasm overtaking my body. Lightning shoots through my clit and I scream out from the intensity. My pussy pulsates, squeezing his cock as I lose my mind. My body feels hot and tingly all over as my vision goes black and I swear I see stars.
When I come to, my entire body sated, I glance up to Vincent hovering above me. He’s wearing a slight smirk and for the first time, I’m close enough to notice the slight dimples that pop up with his smile. They’re quite adorable, but they do nothing to soften his sharp features, instead adding to them. I don’t know how it’s even possible, but with Vincent, I’m not surprised. Of course he’d find a way to make something adorable look intimidatingly hot.
He stops his lazy strokes until he just rests inside of me. I can feel my walls squeezing around him, still pulsing from my orgasm. I wriggle underneath him, desperate for him to move again.
He flicks his tongue along the seam of my lips. “You see how fuckinggoodpain can feel, baby doll?” He smashes his lips against mine before I have the opportunity to respond. His tongue tangles with my own and he begins to move inside of me again, his pace slow at first but it speeds up quickly. Before long, he’s pounding into me with ruthless abandon and he jerks his head back because keeping our mouths sealed becomes impossible.
His hand around my throat tightens again, not enough to cut off my oxygen flow, but enough to have my pussy clenching with the need to come,again. With every thrust, my clit rubs against Vincent’s pelvis, bringing me closer to the edge. He must see because he begins grinding against me once he fills me to the brink. I peel my eyes open and bring them to the junction of our bodies, feeling the overwhelming need to watch.
Vincent already has his gaze locked on our bodies as he pulls out and slams back in while tilting his hips at the last second so the tip of his cock hits my cervix again. I cry out in pain which instantly turns into a moan. Sweat dripping from his forehead continues to drip onto my body, mixing with the blood covering us both. His muscles bunch and flex with each thrust and we both watch our bodies move together as we slowly come apart.
My next orgasm hits me out of nowhere, consuming me. I attempt to scream, but nothing comes out as my body begins to shake, every sensation too much to handle. As I ride through the high, I feel as Vincent buries himself to the hilt and moans out his release, his dick throbbing inside of me. He rests his head at the junction of my neck and shoulder, sinking his teeth into my skin as he groans.
We lie for what seems like hours with him resting his full body weight on top of me while I lay helpless beneath him. My body is beyond lax and I could stay like this all night for all I care. Pain maintains its presence throughout my body and my arms scream for relief, but it only heightens the bliss I feel. Vincent has brought out a side of me I never knew existed.
He peels himself from me, our skin actually sticking together from the blood. He leans back, resting his ass on his heels as he sits in between my spread legs. I feel his release trickling down my thighs and his eyes follow the movement. Hunger flashes through them at the sight and he drags his fingers through it, coating them. He brings his digits to my mouth and attempts to shove them in but I clench my jaw, fighting his advance, but it’s no use. He uses his other hand to pry my jaw apart and then shoves his fingers in, demanding I suck them.
So I do.
I keep my eyes locked on his as I wrap my tongue around his index and middle fingers and suck, hollowing my cheeks from the suction. In my peripheral, I see his dick hardening again.
Huh, I didn’t think that could happen again so fast, but it’s not like I’m experienced when it comes to this shit, anyway.
He abruptly yanks his fingers from my mouth and it makes a loud popping noise. He leans to the side and grabs his knife he must have dropped earlier. Leaning his torso across me, he shoves the tip of the blade underneath the band around my wrist, struggling to get it all of the way underneath with how tight it is. Once he does, he cuts it and frees my arm and it falls limply to my side. I attempt to move it, but the pain which automatically shoots through my arm is enough to bring tears to my eyes.
Fuck, this is gonna suck.
He quickly releases my other arm and lets it flop to my side much like the other. I don’t even try to move them, lying like a limp noodle on the bed. I want to cover myself from his wandering eyes, but I know it’s not something I can even attempt at this moment, so I don’t even try. Though I do bring my thighs together to give myself some semblance of privacy, but because he’s still resting between them, his body blocks my attempt.
Speaking for the first time since I woke up, I clear my hoarse throat. “Can you please move. I want to leave.” My voice comes out sounding rough and low, probably from my screams. He laughs. A full on belly laugh, hunching over and grabbing his stomach. I blink at him, flabbergasted.What the fuck is he laughing about. I don’t understand what’s so damn funny.
Irritation crawls along my skin, replacing the high of my orgasm and because of it, I suddenly feel the pain coursing through my body. Well, I felt it before, but now it feels immensely different. There is nothing good about this pain now.No. Now it just fucking hurts.And it serves to make me even more fucking angry with him. He had to take away the shit that felt good by opening his stupid fucking mouth.
“What the fuck is so funny?” I spew as much anger into my words as I can manage. My dignity is dwindling by the second, and his laughter only makes it worse.
“You,” he replies casually once he gets his laughter under control.
“Me?” I ask ridiculously, which serves to make him start his laughing fit again. I’m so confused it’s not even funny. I’m lying here in agony from dozens of cuts because of this man because of the anger he was exuding not more than an hour-ish ago and now? Now he’s laughing his ass off like I’ve told the world’s funniest joke.
There now seems to be another thing I don’t understand about this man. But do I really know anything about him to begin with? The answer is no because I fucking met him a couple of days ago. And why am I even attempting to know anything about him. He’s a piece of shit who likes to hurt me, like Ben. He goes from hot to cold so fast I’m getting whiplash. He goes from acting like he cares to almost fucking killing me. I don’t understand him and because of it, I’m also beginning to accept it.
He is something I can’t control. He is something I don’t need to control. In fact, since I’ve known him, he has actually been the one to pull me out of my head. He’s been the one to give me such a pain and pleasure clash I detonate into oblivion.
He was fucking me like a wild animal, bringing me more pleasure than I ever could have imagined existed, and now he’s acting crazy by laughing maniacally for no reason. I swear to fucking God, or whatever higher up exists, I have fucking whiplash.
His laughter dies down and he jumps off of the bed. He grabs his boxers and pulls them up his legs, his thighs bulging with the movement. Now that he’s no longer between me, I sit up and yank the blanket over my body, feeling self-conscious. The material of the silky blanket feels like water running over me. Blissful but stinging. The white band of his boxers turns a muddy red color from the blood covering his skin, but he doesn’t seem to care.
“You can leave now, baby doll. I’m done with you.” He throws out at me as he pulls his jeans on and buttons them.Isn’t he going to shower?But apparently I must have said it out loud without realizing or he can read fucking minds because he answers my thoughts.
“Nah, baby doll. I love your fucking blood on me, which is new to me but I’m rolling with it. It would be a waste to cut your beautiful body up like that and then just wash it all off.” He gestures his arm toward my body and I didn’t before, but now I take the time to look at myself. My eyes bug out of my fucking head at the sight.
What in the actual fuck did he do to me? I look like a butchered pig.I’m not too far off on that statement either. Rolling my eyes, I continue to take in my mutilated body. I’m sure most of these are going to leave scars. Not big ones, as he cut cleanly, but scars, nonetheless. I surmise my scars on the outside will match the inside now.
I glance down at my arm where the word CREEP is etched into my skin. Though it makes out a word, it’s no different than the scars already covering my skin. Every cut I have given myself I have always kept to one spot on my arm which was easily covered by my hoodie or even a long sleeved shirt, but now? Now no matter what I wear, these will be easily visible which I’m sure was part of his plan. I have cuts from my neck down to my fucking ankles. They’re spread about so there aren’t any right next to each other, again serving his purpose to make them hard to cover, to fucking mark me as his.
I haven’t the slightest clue as to how I will explain these to Holley, but I do have a long while before I’ll have to deal with it so I have time to think of an excuse she’ll hopefully buy. But even now I’m pretty fucking doubtful about it.
My gaze is snapped to Vincent as he casually strolls right out of the fucking room, not sparing another glance in my general direction. Irritation crawls up my spine. How the fuck can he do something like this to me and then leave after telling me he’s fuckingdonewith me. Well I definitely don’t want to stay in his room a second longer. I don’t know how I manage it, but I make it to the edge of the bed. I rest my ass on the edge of the bed, my feet dangling off as I gather the strength to move the rest of the way off.
