Page 5 of Only in the Dark
The feeling of his leather glove rubbing against my slit distracted me from my thoughts. “Get out of your head,” he demanded. “When I’m here, you’re mine. You’ll give me your full attention.” I bit my lip to hide any emotion while I felt the wetness growing, prepared for a finger to breach me at any moment, but nothing could’ve prepared me for the feeling of aglovedfinger. The thick material made it feel larger than a typical finger, which was an incredible sensation.
“Holy shit,” I mumbled, then bit my lip hard enough to bruise but not hard enough to draw blood yet. “That…feels so good.” I breathed deeply, my chest rising and falling slowly. I wasn’t sure if he had any skill yet, or if the thrill increased the pleasure.
“I can’t wait to make you feel so fucking good that you see stars, then take it all away, just to bring you to the brink of pleasure again.” I had a feeling that it wouldn’t take long with how long it had been since I had had an orgasm brought on by someone other than myself.
“Please, please, don’t take it away,” I groaned. I couldn’t handle being edged. Never could. It was serious if I was begging him, since I had refused to beg for anything from anyone before.
“You’re being punished, darling. Can you tell me why?” he asked with a threatening edge.
“I disobeyed and tried to look at you.” I couldn’t help but roll my eyes, immediately regretting it when he landed a slap on my clit that made my body jolt. I had never felt that sensation before.
“Stop rolling your eyes, brat,” he grumbled.
A second finger joined the first, and he curled them inside of me, hitting a spot I had long forgotten about and causing the first moan to slip out.
I bit my lip, determined to hide the sounds threatening to escape, as his touch sent waves of pleasure through me. My heart pounded in my chest, and I focused on steadying my breath, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing how his every move brought me closer to the edge.
His fingers started to move inside me faster and harder, my body squirming underneath his touch. I pressed my feet firmly into the soft mattress, my body instinctively arching upwards as a low, unabashed moan escaped my lips. A tingling sensation coursed through me, building to an intense peak, until suddenly, his fingers withdrew, leaving me teetering on the brink of release.
I groaned, brandishing my knife with the blade out. “Make me come!” I threatened, my breathing heavy as I came down from the high of being near my orgasm.
He grabbed my wrist until I dropped the knife, then he took it in his hand and ran the tip of the blade along my stomach. “You’d look so pretty bleeding, baby,” his words tumbled out in a low murmur.A deep, rumbling groan followed, vibrating through his chest like the distant roll of thunder. My breathing slowed as I tried to calm my nerves. I stupidly let my weapon get into my stalker’s hands.
My jaw dropped when he nicked the skin near my belly button, rubbing the blood into my skin. The knife was sharp enough that it didn’t hurt as badly as it could’ve. I didn’t know why I was shocked. It was like the pleasure he brought me made my brain forget he was a threat. I watched as he set the knife down behind him.
“I want you covered in our fluids, baby,” he said. I watched the blood pool at the cut, mesmerized. Blood wasn’t my thing because poison had been ingrained into my brain. Mother said women didn’t like blood, but right now, I loved watching it slowly drip down the natural curves of my body.
With one finger pushing in and out of me, his thumb began to work circles on my clit, eliciting a loud moan from me. No one had ever made me feel good just from touching me before. He added the second and third fingers this time, curling them perfectly again. Then, he leaned down and started biting my hard nipple through my silk pajama top.
“Fuck, Olivia… You’re so damn beautiful. So responsive. I could spend every day watching the way pleasure carves itself into your face. Push you to the edge, over and over, just to see you fall apart.” His words were like an electric shock to my clit, heightening my pleasure while my breaths turned into deep, ragged gasps, filling the air with a palpable tension.
The pressure on my clit became rougher and less coordinated, his own breathing becoming labored until he once again removed his fingers from inside me. “You’re killing me. I can’t wait to have you this weekend.”
“I’m going to kill you if you don’t let me come,” I threatened. “I need it. Please. I never beg.”
“I know you don’t, darling. I want to show you how good you can feel, how someone can give you pleasure. But you’re being punished, don’t forget.” He pushed my top off and used his leather-clad hand to pinch my nipple aggressively. He knew how I got off on pain somehow. Not even Matthew knew that.
He showed me the knife again, his intent clear. “Turn over onto your stomach. I’m going to have you count to ten while I spank you, beautiful.”
I did as he commanded, flipping onto my stomach. His hand came down on my right cheek, hard, stinging. “One!” I shouted out. His had landed again, and I knew it’d leave a nice bruise. “Two,” I said breathily, loving the sensation of the pain mingling with the pleasure. I wanted to sit down and feel what he had done. I didn’t feel safe asking men to spank me or be rough with me, but having a stalker take it from me worked out perfectly.
He spanked me a few more times as promised, and I counted out, biting my lip and fighting the urge to moan, but each sharp slap resonated through my body, sending an electric jolt straight to my clit. I could feel the growing warmth and dampness pooling on the sheets beneath me, a testament to the intensity of the sensation.
“Ten!” I yelled as the last strike landed, moaning into the pillow.
I felt the knife’s blade run along my ass before I felt the cold handle of the knife against my slit, my eyes widening. “If you can get off on the knife handle, I’ll let you get off, baby,” he said, his voice deep but soft as the cold material pushed inside me.
I hesitated at first, unsure if I would enjoy it, but the adrenaline rush sent a thrill tingling through my body. My heartbeat quickened, and the mix of fear and excitement heightened the sensation. I buried my face into the pillow, muffling the sound of my moans as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.
“Don’t hide your sounds, Little Serpent,” he said, his hand landing on my sore ass. “I want to hear them all.” At his command, I turned my head to lay on my ear, moaning into the air while he pushed the knife in and out of me harshly, curving it upward.
“Oh God, that feels so fucking good,” I said between moans, my eyes ready to roll to the back of my head. I started to lift my hips off the bed, pushing back and riding the handle, careful not to hit the blade. I wondered if his hand was okay until I remembered he was wearing a thick glove that’d protect him.
“God can’t answer your call; the devil’s here instead, darling,” he whispered low to my ear, his warm breath sending chills down my spine. “Turn around. I want to watch your face when you come.”
He pulled the knife from inside me, and I flipped to lay on my back. Then, he moved down on the bed, settling between my legs and pushing the knife back inside me. My hips bucked off the bed, my body squirming helplessly. He placed his hand on my lower abdomen and pushed my hips down. The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt before.My upper body jolted up, and I leaned on my elbows, watching him from above with my mouth wide open and loud moans escaping. “Holy fuck! Oh God, Ghost, I’m going to come,” I said between heavy breathing. He drove the knife into my pussy harder. I felt my pussy spasm around the cold steel, my orgasm close. And then, unexpectedly, my hole was empty when he removed the knife, my orgasm denied once again.
He pulled down his boxers and exposed his hard length, then he pushed his fingers inside my pussy again, quickly removing them and spreading the juices around his cock. Then, he took the knife and cut a part of his arm just enough to let the blood drip, joining the wetness on his cock. He started to stroke his length and moan—a sound I wish men had made more often—until his hips began to jerk. His muscles tensed and his breath became ragged, each exhale turning into a sharp gasp. Seconds later, I felt his cum landing on my bare pussy.
