Chapter Fifteen | Cordelia
I slice against his chest, watching another cut bleed as Clayton’s head falls to the side, “Five hundred.” I count, almost finishing all the incisions I planned to give him. I slip the knife across his chest again, “Five hundred and one.” A sigh leaves my lips as I get lost in the count, hitting him and again, one deep cut after another. “Five hundred and twenty.” I breathe out, dropping the knife to the floor.
I’m exhausted and feeling so much better as I grab a long machete off the wall, “I’ll make you pay for everything you did to me.” I shout, my anger taking over as I close my eyes and black out to the rage that bursts through me.
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I LOOK DOWN, MY CHEST heaving as I breathe, standing over the mutilated body of Clayton, or what's left of it.
“I don't think he's going to come back this time.” Axel says, he's been awfully quiet for a while now. I turn to look at him, the blood from Clayton soaking my hair as it whips to hit me in the cheek.
“It's hard to come back when your head is no longer attached.” I say, dropping the knife.
“I bet.“ He laughs from his chest, almost feral like. “Wanna let me out of the ropes now?” He asks, there’s a tone he’s trying to pull over me, but I’m not here to be controlled this time. I’m the one in the driver’s seat, calling all the shots.
“Your mother gave you to me.” I remind him. “So no, I don't think so.”
“Little deer.” He warns, as I move towards the wall of knives, my blood soaked hands taking another one down.
“Axel baby.” I warn back, “you see, we have a bit of a situation here, because when I kill someone, I need to fuck. But, you haven't answered for what you've done to me yet.”
“Actually, it’s probably best that you don’t let me out of these ropes because when I do get out of them, I am going to fuck you within an inch of your life. You’re going to beg me to stop.” His voice drops an entire octave, “Tell me little deer, have you had anybody spit in your mouth?” He’s fucking serious right now, I can see it on his face when I shake my head no. “You’re going to be a mess of tears, sweat, mascara, and cum.”
I grab the chair that Clayton was in a little while ago, dragging the legs as they scrape the floor. When I stop in front of him, he cocks his head to the side. “What are you doing?”
“Did you ever play musical chairs when you were in school?” I ask, dropping to my knees to undo his zipper.
“I might have, kinda don’t remember with your face that close to my cock.” I pull his hard dick out of the confines of his boxers. “Well the object of the game is to sit down when the music stops.”
“Gathered that much, thanks.” Axel says through gritted teeth.
“My object to the game is to edge you to the point that you say you’re sorry.” I give him a devilish grin as I look up at him through my lashes, licking the head of his cock. Then, I abruptly stand up and move over to the speaker I saw earlier, with a phone already there. I search for a very particular song, and give him a perfect strip tease, after all I am a stripper, so pleasing a man with my body and him not touching me is my fucking forte. When I’m down to the borrowed sports bra and underwear. I walk around the room gathering chairs, putting them in a circle. Making sure he’s at one end of it.
I watch as he moves uncomfortably in his chair and give him a cheeky air kiss. Once all the chairs are in place, I run over and press play on Closer by Nine Inch Nails, dancing the underwear and bra off, teasing him. I watch the muscle in his jaw tick and it makes me all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
Each step I take is thought through as I dance, dropping sexily into the first chair, right next to him, I push my hands down my body, teasing him until my fingers hit my clit and I moan. Dancing my way around the chairs, I make it to the one across from him, spreading my legs wide, just for him.
“I hope my fucking parents left.”
“And if they haven’t?” I grin, continuing my dance as the song keeps playing. The song is almost to the end, when I get to him, landing in his lap, using my hand to put him inside me, grinding my hips as he moans. The song ends and he pants, “The songs over, untie me.”
I grab his cheeks hard, “Open your fucking mouth.” I snarl at him, and when he opens it to say something I spit in his mouth.
The second the song starts again, I pop off his lap and start over. “Untie me Cordelia!” He shouts.
“Perk up Axel baby, this is going to be fun.” I smile sweetly.
He fights the binds again, trying to get out as I rub my clit, moaning as my body makes waves in the chair. I’m enjoying this far too much. When I make it back to him, this time, I straddle his lap backwards, sinking down on him, popping my ass up and down. He tries thrusting up into me, but the second he does, I stop and turn to look at him. “You’re not in control this time.” I shake a finger in his face.
I dance my way over to the knives again, because I have no idea what happened to the one I had before, it just magically disappeared. When I pick one out, I move behind him, singing along to the song as I trace the knife down his shirt. I grab the neck of his shirt and cut it down his body. Putting the sharp blade against his skin, I let it drag up his belly to his chest, pushing just enough to scratch. When I get to his neck, I grab his hair and pull his head back. When he looks up at me with dark eyes as I hold my knife there, I press it against his Adam’s apple, waiting to see what he does.
“If you’re going to do it, just fucking do it.” He growls. I press my lips to his, biting on his bottom lip, pulling on it until I feel my teeth pierce into his skin and I knick him with the knife.
Axel fucking moans.
Moans.
Goddamn, that just makes this that much hotter. My little psychopath. As I release him, I walk around his chair, fist his cock with one hand and hold the knife against the base of it with the other. “It’d be a shame to lose this magical cock you have.” I make a pouty face.
“Little deer.” He moans as I tighten my grip, stroking up to his tip.
“Say you’re sorry.” I whisper.
“I can’t.” He snaps.
“Why?” I stroke him, again and again, really wanting to feel him deep inside of me.
“Because I’m not.” He replies so casually.
“That’s a shame, good boys get rewarded.” I shrug, pushing the tip of the knife into his cock as he hisses. “Bad boys get punished, just ask Clayton.”
“Fuck!” He breaths out, his chest heaving like he’s about to cum.
“Awe. Are you gonna blow your load early?” I pout.
“Untie. Me.” He commands.
“Say. You’re. Sorry.” I say the words confidently and with a stroke of his cock for each word.
“I’m going to smother you with a pillow.” He snaps his teeth at me.
“Well, maybe I’ll smother you with a pillow first. Or cut your cock off. I doubt your mom will let me actually kill you, so we’re kind of at an impasse here aren’t we Axel baby.”
“What do you want?”
“I want to go home.”
“No.”
“Then say sorry.”
“No.” I pull the knife away from his dick and stand up, pushing the tip of it against his throat.
“I will not just be your plaything.” I bite out, sick of this back and forth.
“Then be mine in all ways.”
I squint my eyes at him curiously wondering where the fuck he’s going with this.
“Be my wife, my partner.”
I laugh, because he really is fucking insane. “I’ve known you for literally days. Why would I be your wife? I’m still bruised from the warehouse where you forced me to play a twisted game for funsies. This isn’t a fucking movie where we have a meet and fall in love instantly and then live happily ever after.”
“I’m not looking for happily ever after.” He replies.
“Then what are you looking for?” I let out a sigh, growing more frustrated by the second.
“I want bloody ever after little deer. I want you soaked in blood, cum, tears, begging me for your life as I fuck you harder than you’ve ever been fucked. I want to worship your pussy as you use my face as a throne. I want to see you crying on your knees while I shove my cock so far into your throat you’ll taste me for days after. I want to see blood running down your face as you kill men for me.”
Holy, panty soaking, lawdy pie. My entire body hums at his words, the tone of his voice sending me into an internal frenzy, my core begging for release, the kind only he can give me. Fuck my life. I bend over his body and cut the ropes succumbing to the knowledge that I am making this decision, not him, as his arms wrap around me as he takes us both to the ground.
“I hate you so much.” I moan as he shoves his cock so fucking deep inside of me.
He covers my mouth with his hand, “If I want to hear you speak, I’ll let you know.” He does exactly as he promised. He moves his hand up to cover both my nose and mouth, stopping me from breathing as he fucks me hard, the blood beneath us isn’t helping, because every time he thrusts, I slide up.
My chest constricts as I feel the first orgasm hit me, rocking my body so hard that I try to scream, the air gets trapped against his skin and I know I just screwed myself by doing that. Fuck. My core clenches and my toes curl, everything is screaming at me to fight him off. Then I remember I’m still holding the knife in my hand and I stab it into the hand that’s covering my mouth. The second his hand is gone, I take a deep breath and wrestle with him to gain control.
I know I basically fucked myself by cutting the rope, like an idiot, but damn he really does fuck me like no one ever has before. The damn song is still playing on repeat and just as the part when he’s talking about penetration at the beginning, Axel laughs. “This fucking song.” He pulls out of me and flips me over, holding my face down in the blood, my cheek squishing in it. When he pushes my knees up, I cry out as he thrusts back in so fucking deep.
His finger tips pinch into my neck and hip as he fucks me harder. I smack my hand to the ground, splashing some of the blood into my face and cry out another orgasm, feeling like I might die just from the orgasms. Is that a thing? Can someone orgasm too hard they just keel over?
Axel’s pace picks up, telling me he’s so fucking close to cumming, probably inside me again. Asshole. He smacks my ass and then grunts, still deep inside as he holds me tight against him, pulsing every drop of himself into me.
When he’s done, I collapse, my entire body far too exhausted after everything. “Since you released, I’m assuming your answer is yes.” I hear him ask, but I’m too fucking tired to answer.
“Can you clean me off, my whole body hurts.” I whisper.
“Only if you say yes.”
“I’ll say yes if you say you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry for tricking you.” He whispers as he pulls me up off the floor, my whole fucking body limp as a wet noodle.