Drowned In Silence

38. Show Me

Show Me

Elliot

I can feel her entire body on top of mine. I feel fucking electrified. I’m the livewire and she is the electricity that runs through me.

“Do it, Dynah,” I grunt.

She sits on my hips, our bodies aligned so well that if we didn’t have clothes on, I could angle my hips up and slide right into her needy pussy. The blade of the knife slices into my arm slowly, I hiss at the pain, my eyes rolling back.

“That’s it. Good girl, Dynah. Again.”

She moves the knife from my bicep to my neck, blood slowly dripping off of it onto my throat.

“What if I…” she trails off, her brows furrowing and her mind lost in her thoughts.

“What if you what? Sliced my throat?” I grab her hand, our fingers interlacing against the cold handle of the knife. Pulling her hand closer, I lift my head at the same time, forcing the blade to nick my own neck. “I would let you kill me. I’d let you slit my throat and bathe in the blood if that would make you happy. You mean everything to me.”

Without waiting for a reply, I pull the knife from her hand and throw it to the side. Keeping my hand on her hip, I turn us over and push her into the bed. She squeaks and looks up at me.

“You would?”

Leaning down, I run my tongue from in between her tits and up to her throat, curving around and licking to her ear.

“Always, Darling,” I whisper into her ear.

She raises her hips to meet mine, pressing herself into my hard cock.

“Do you need something, Dynah?”

She lets out a breathy moan when I press my lips to hers. Our kiss is everything I’ve wanted it to be. I’ve waited so long for this moment and it’s perfect. The small and gentle kiss I gave her the other night wasn’t enough. It will never be enough for me. Her tongue begs for mine, prying its way in between my lips. I kiss her back with everything I am, grinding my cock onto her inner cut up thighs, and gripping her hip tightly.

“I need you. Please,” she begs, breaking our first real kiss.

The amount of times I’ve wished she would have said these words– dreamt that she would beg me from under my body…

“Please, Elliot?” She grabs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off. When she tosses it into the abyss, she runs her hands along my skin, over my arms, across my chest, and down to my V-line. She pays special attention to the giant raven tattoo spread out on my chest. She traces it with her finger, making a full outline before moving on. Dynah bites her lip as I stare at her, watching every little movement and facial expression she makes.

“Are you sure you want this, Little Raven?” I hesitate, letting her have options.

“Yes. I’m sure.”

I slowly slide off of her, brushing her body with the palms of my hands as I stand up.

“Then come here and strip,” I challenge.

She smiles softly, and sits up. Getting onto her hands and knees, she crawls to the end of the bed, and reaches for my waistband.

“Not me. You.” I step backwards until my legs hit the chair that faces the bed. I take a seat, my arms falling onto the armrests, and I open my legs wide.

“But–”

“I said strip,” I command.

Her lips purse together in frustration, but she doesn’t hesitate to crawl off the rest of the bed and stand up in front of me. She tilts her hip to the side, and throws her hair behind her shoulder. Her eyes narrow on me, trying to assess how serious I am, before seeing that I am more serious than death.

“Well?”

She huffs before reaching down and grabbing the hem of her shirt, slowly sliding it up her body, over her tits, and off of her body. Her tits bounce as she removes the shirt, making my cock harder than it already is. It’s painful, but I will wait as long as possible. Every second of watching her is better than I thought it would be.

She shimmies out of her pants revealing her period panties.

Fuck… I forgot she was on her period.

“Keep going, Little Raven. Let me see all of you.” Her eyes go wide as mine narrow in on her. I lick my lips, waiting .

“I’m still… bleeding, though,” she says meekly.

“Yes? And? A little bit of blood never hurt anyone. Now. Take. Them. Off.”

She does as I say, slipping out of them and discarding them to the floor.

“Get on the corner of the bed. Let me see you.”

She shakes her head like I’m crazy, but does it. Slowly backing up and scooting on to the edge of the bed. Dynah opens her legs as wide as they will go.

My mouth salivates. She is always beautiful, but with a hint of blood, it makes me murderous.

Her hand trails down her body slowly, antagonizing me further and teasing me. I want to jump up and cross the few feet separating us, tie her up, and tease her, but I remain still. Shallow breaths, barely blinking, pulsing cock. Those are the only three things my body is able to do before I lose all control and snap.

“Like this?” She moans.

“Touch yourself, Darling. Spread open that pussy and let me see you come,” I plead.

Her fingers dance down her skin until she touches her pussy, the small amount of blood creeping onto her fingers. She glides her fingers across her clit, breathing heavier as she plays with herself.

It’s magnetic– this strange pull I have to her even though I know who she is. I want to smother myself in her soul's essence. This isn’t normal. You’re not supposed to need your step sibling the way you need air.

Standing to my feet, I walk into the bathroom to grab something and tell her to keep going. Once I have it in my hand, I walk back and kneel down in between her legs.

“Move your fingers, it might be cold,” I growl. It’s so hard to not cave right here and force her to her hands and knees, take her from the back, and come inside her, but I keep myself together.

I push the handle of the mirror into her cunt.

“What’s that?” She asks, surprised and breathy.

“See for yourself.”

She leans up on her forearms, and gasps. I tilt the handle inside of her until her sweaty reflection stares back at her in the mirror.

Using the thumb on my other hand, I glide it over her bloody clit, forcing her to fall back onto the bed and moan.

“Do you like it, Darling? Seeing me fuck you with a mirror while you stare at yourself in it?” I’m grasping the mirror so hard that it cracks beneath the pressure, cutting my fingers and dripping my blood onto her. “A little blood never hurt anyone, did it, Dynah?”

Her moans get louder as I move the handle in and out of her, gradually moving faster and harder.

“Come for me, Little Raven. Look at yourself in this broken mirror and fucking come,” I growl. My thumb swipes over her clit faster, my thrusts of the mirror harder. Her moans get louder as she sits up and watches me fuck her.

“Elliot,” she screams. Her legs shake and her eyes roll back, her pussy clamping onto the handle as she lets go.

The sounds this woman makes when she doesn’t fake an orgasm almost make me come in my pants.

When she floats back down to earth, I slowly remove the shattered mirror, tossing it to the bedroom floor. I crawl up her body, my legs resting inside hers.

“You’re such a naughty girl, Dynah. Coming all over us while you watch yourself. It’s downright sinful.” I bend down and kiss her, my bloody fingers resting on her throat once more. “Are you better now? ”

She smiles and pushes against my fingers, forcing me to choke her.

“Yes,” she moans, her eyes drifting closed.

“Shower and bed?”

“Yes…” She pauses and opens her eyes. “You’ll stay with me? Hold me?”

“You don’t even have to ask, Darling.”