Page 64 of In The Dark
“It was only a tiny stain. I’m going to get rid of the jacket.” Hunter climbs onto the bed, crawling across the mattress. He positions himself between my legs, pushing open my knees. His blood-free hand runs up the length of my thigh, and I sigh at his touch. “You’re still here,” he says again, like he can’t believe it.
“Against all my better judgment.” I put a palm on his cheek and he whines. “If youeverthink of using a knife you used to kill someone on me, I will not be happy with you.”
“I’d never do that. You have your own special knife, angel. The only action it gets is your pussy.” He extends his arm, swiping something off his bedside table. “Do you want to use it tonight?”
“Among other things.” I lean forward so I can take off my shirt, throwing it out of the way. Hunter tries to touch my breasts, but I put a hand on his chest to stop him. “I want you to tie me up. I want to feel like I can’t escape you.”
“Are you sure?” He takes both my wrists in his hold, lifting my arms above my head. I close my eyes, already wet. “We can just?—”
“Tied up, Hunter,” I say, and the mattress dips under his weight. I listen to him open a drawer and drop his towel, heavy footsteps moving back toward the bed. I smile when he kisses me, my eyelashes fluttering open to find him stroking his cock while his other hand touches the length of a rope. “And I want the knife too.”
“My girl is greedy tonight,” he muses. “Take your bra off. Let me see your tits, angel.”
Obeying him doesn’t take much effort. My body does it willingly, fingers twisting in the clasp of the bra and letting the material fall away. He sees me bare-chested and groans, arousal coursing through me at the sound of his excitement. No manhas ever made me feel wanted like this before. There’s always a visceral reaction from Hunter when I get naked, and when I reach for the button of my jeans, he stops me.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
He nods, eyes dark, and stands, looking down at me. “What you’re asking for is called consent to not consent, Max, which I’m all for. But we need to establish a safe word, so if at any time you feel as if it’s treading too far into no consent territory, we can end the scene.”
“Okay,” I whisper. In other times we’ve been together, he’s given me a light system, checking in frequently if my enthusiasm and willingness to participate drops from a green to yellow, unsure of if I like something we’re doing. “And if I say the safe word?”
“Everything stops. Immediately. Doesn’t matter when you use it.” He grabs my chin, our gazes meeting. His attention is sharp, unwavering. “I will listen to you. I’ll make you feel like you can’t escape, but I’m also going to listen to you. I will not hurt you.”
The moment is charged with lust, but it’s laced with adoration too. With Hunter’s usual kindness, and I can’t explain why my heart skips a beat. I can’t explain why I break out into a smile and turn my cheek, kissing the center of his palm.
“I trust you,” I tell him, and the grip on his cock tightens. “My safe word will be book, since I like to throw them at you.”
“I like a woman with some fight in her.” Hunter lets go of my chin and picks up his knife. “I’m serious, Max. Use that word anytime, okay?”
“Okay.” I give him a gentle shove and throw my legs over the side of the bed. I gesture at my jeans and play with the top button. “Are you going to take these off, or am I?”
“Doesn’t sound like someone who wants to escape me.” Hunter moves across the floor, standing right above me. Hepulls down on my bottom lip, hinging my jaw open. I smile, ready to take his cock, but he traces my lips with the knife handle. I gasp when he presses the cold metal on my tongue and fills my mouth with the base of the weapon. “Get this nice and wet, angel. I’m going to fuck you with it.”
I exhale through my nose, keeping my eyes on him. I tip my head to the side and lick from the handle all the way to the heel of the blade. I can see my reflection in the steel, the eagerness in my eyes, and Hunter’s laugh is mirthless.
“Fucking slut who likes this, don’t you?”
“No,” I challenge, even though we both know it’s a lie.
His large hand rests on the back of my head, forcing my mouth to bob up and down. The danger of my tongue being so close to the blade is a rush of adrenaline, but before I can sink into a rhythm, he pulls the knife away. Hunter puts it on the mattress by my hip and grabs my ankles, dragging me across the sheets until my ass hangs over the edge of the bed.
“When I take your jeans off, I bet I’m going to find your pussy drenched for me.”
He pulls on the zipper, tugging my pants off in one fluid motion. I shift on the bed, cool air against my skin a change from the heat radiating from Hunter’s body. Lifting the knife, he cuts the waistband of my underwear on both sides, smiling when the small scrap of material exposes me to him.
“I’m not drenched for you.” I close my legs, heart pounding with anticipation.
“Yeah fucking right.”
I let Hunter lead the way. He grabs my knee. Shoves my thighs open, and I gasp at the forcefulness. His hand moves up my body, a torturous drag he takes his time with. When he gets to my hip, he presses a thumb against my clit. Rubs a slow circle and huffs out a dark laugh.
“I knew it. Put your back against the pillows and lift your arms above your head. And spread your legs so I can get a good look at your cunt that’s fucking weeping for me.”
“No.” I try to stand, leaning into this fantasy, but Hunter is stronger. Rough hands push me back to the bed. I scramble across the sheets to get away from him, a moan sneaking out when I see his cock thick and hard between his legs. “Please don’t,” I add, but there’s nothing behind it except aching desire.
“You’re so pretty when you beg.” Hunter moves as fast as lightning. He pins my body to the mattress, the synthetic fibers of the rope pinching my skin when he ties my wrists together with a knot. I tremble, alight with pleasure in a way I’ve never been before. “Keep your arms above your head, face the wall, and lift off the mattress.”
“What are you going to do to me?” I try to ignore the liquid heat pooling in my belly, but it’s impossible when he flips the knife in his hand, catching it by the handle without any hesitation.
