Chapter 23
CORDELIE
"Will you scream for me now, Red? I long to hear the sound while I fuck your slutty cunt.
" My heart threatens to rip right out of my chest as he growls his words so close to my ear.
His arm tightens around my neck, cutting off my airway, and he presses a blade just past my lips, the point touching one of my nostrils.
Holy fuck, that's real and not just a prop, and it's enormous.
My legs give out completely, and we both go tumbling forward onto the hard ground.
His body quickly rolls us until I'm below him and he's straddling my waist, and the blade moves precariously up below my chin.
I take huge gasping breaths as terror saturates every one of my pores, and I stare up into an intricate dark gray, menacing wolf mask, while a thick, black hoodie covers his head.
The only features of his that I can discern around the mask are his square jaw, with lots of dark stubble, his wide lips, and his eyes, which look like two pieces of black coal.
My mind is screaming that we're in danger, that I need to fight him off, but my body seems to be frozen in fright.
There is something about him that seems familiar and yet not.
Is he someone from my school that I've run into before?
Have I spoken to him in person before tonight, and now we are both playing this game?
The blade nicks my vulnerable skin as he cuts the straps holding my cape around my neck, and he groans with satisfaction as I feel a drop of wetness trail down into the hollow of my throat.
It's the wakeup call I need to start fighting his hold.
I use my legs to try to buck him off my body, and my hands rise and hit at whatever part of him I can.
"No, no, no! Fuck you! Get off of me!" I scream in earnest.
"Fuck, Red. Look at what a beautiful shade of scarlet your blood is. I wonder if your ass and pussy will look even prettier once they bleed for me. Shall we find out, pretty girl?"
"Get off of me!" I scream as his other hand slides down my throat, over my collarbone, and down my chest, grasping brutally onto my left breast and squeezing it painfully, his nails digging into my flesh until my eyes water with the pain.
"Did you wear this just for me, slut? The white is a nice touch, but we both know you're a whore who wants to get her holes filled, not a little virgin.
" He leans forward and grinds his lower body into my stomach, pressing his massive erection into me, and I release another scream, the sound being swallowed instantly by the dense night.
"That's it, Red, scream for me! Scream all you want…
no one can hear you. No one will come to your rescue. You're all mine."
The tip of the sharp blade slides down my skin, the point scratching from the base of my throat to between my heaving breasts, leaving in its wake a stinging sensation.
All the oxygen gets trapped inside my lungs as I cease to breathe, and he uses his other hand to yank on the middle of my bra, pulling the lace away from my flesh roughly, as the blade effortlessly slices through it.
Holy fucking shit. The cool air on my breasts causes a shiver to race up my spine, as goosebumps erupt, and my nipples pebble like hard, little rocks as he traces my areola with the tip of the knife. "Please! No!" I scream with fright, my body locking with tension as I realize that
I've made a mistake, and this guy might not just be cosplaying. He digs the tip right next to my nipple, and I scream again, jerking in his hold.
"I should carve out your heart, Red. You use it like a weapon."
What the fuck is he talking about, and what the hell is he doing?
Knife play was a hard no for me in my limits.
"You're scaring me!" I pant, the pain overwhelming my senses, as he quickly stops and instead tweaks my nipple, coating it with my drops of blood before leaning over and tracing my lips with his tongue.
I should be disgusted and trying to get away from him, but instead, I lean into the kiss, and my core tightens with his ministrations.
Every tweak and pull of my nipple forces my core to contract, and my pussy to slicken further.
"Mmmm, fuck," I gasp against his mouth, and he slaps my breast over and over, heat instantly rising on my flesh.
He deepens the kiss, slipping his tongue inside my mouth, and I immediately suck on it.
His heady moan of enjoyment does naughty things to me, and instead of trying to push him off of me, my arms wrap around his neck and pull him close.
I'm so lost in the kiss that I don't realize he's no longer straddling me, until I feel his fingers slipping underneath the edge of my panties and rubbing across my slickened pussy lips.
I moan into his mouth, and he bites down on my tongue.
One of his digits rubs tight circles on my clit, and my body follows the movement, undulating as my legs open wider, begging for him to touch me where I need him.
"So wet already for me. What a perfect little slut," he utters as I gasp, trying to catch my breath.
He positions his body on his knees between my splayed legs, his fingers leaving my hot flesh, and I whimper in disappointment.
"So needy. Does this pretty pussy ache to be filled?
Don't worry, baby. I'm going to fill you up to the hilt.
" I shiver as the cool air slides across my warm flesh, my ruined bra straps falling down my arms and to the ground as I release my grip on him.
I try to raise my head to see what he's doing to me as I feel something cold and hard slide down my pelvis and between my slick lips.
Its cool surface presses against my clit, and my body shudders with the sensation.
"Would you say you're a good girl, Red? Do you deserve to be rewarded or punished? "
My brain misfires with how hot his words are.
A part of me wants to tell him that I'm a good girl and he should reward me, but that's the old me, the Cordelie who seeks comfort instead of pain, and is always too scared to live out her fantasies.
I left that version of me back in the apartment, and this one wishes to experience all the pleasure and savagery he can offer.
"Punished," I pant as I feel what I think is the blade handle pressing against my tight hole.
"Yes, you do, you've been a bad girl, Red.
" He pushes the handle further inside of me, and my core clenches around the metal surface, as fear assails me that he could slice me open with it.
His other hand wraps tightly around my neck and squeezes, forcing my lips apart in a gasp, and he leans forward and spits in my mouth.
"Swallow, pretty whore." He fucks me in shallow thrusts with the blade handle, my body heating with the sensation as the beginning of my orgasm rises up my spine, and I whimper because I need more to push me over the edge.
"Not yet, Red. You don't deserve to cum. "
He pulls out the blade from my tight, clenching hole and trails the wet handle across my lips, cheeks, and nose, coating me in my own slickness.
His grip is too tight, and I'm beginning to see spots in front of my vision.
I slap at his hand on my neck, but instead of releasing some of the tension, he tightens it further.
"I could kill you here and now, and no one could stop me, Red.
No one would find your dead, dismembered body in these woods for months, if ever.
All because you are a whore who wanted a stranger to fill your cunt. "
He releases his grasp around my neck, and I choke and cough in desperation, trying to get air into my lungs.
I attempt to roll away from him, needing to put some distance between us, but before I can even get to my knees, his fist digs into my hair, yanking on the strands, and the blade is back at my throat.
"You think you can run from me, Red? You'll never get away, and I won't ever let you go. You're mine now."
Everything he's saying should be incredibly sexy, and it is.
To an extent, it's actually what I wanted as part of my fantasy, but unease is growing in the pit of my stomach, and the feeling that something is not right here is becoming more pressing by the second.
"Get on your pathetic knees and take out my cock," he demands, and I hesitate to comply as I stare at him, attempting to see past the mask and his hoodie.
I can't get past this feeling of familiarity; it's a deep gnawing in the pit of my stomach.
His voice is rough, and I'm not sure if I recognize it, but there's something about him.
Crack. A slap across my cheek catches my attention, and brings me out of my thoughts.
"If I have to ask again, I'll be really angry, Red.
You don't want to experience that… you might not be breathing when the night is over. "
His words have a chilling effect, and my body trembles as I tentatively force myself to my knees.
Is he just cosplaying, or is that the real him saying these things?
Is this man planning on hurting, or even killing me, and leaving me in these woods?
My frenzied thoughts begin to pull me out of the moment, and I have to force myself to reach forward and grip his muscular thigh to steady myself, as he stares down at me with expectation in his dark eyes.
I pop the button of his pants and pull down his zipper, the sound too loud in the quiet night air.
My blood pumps loudly in my ears, and I can't stop my fingers from quivering, but it's not from the cold attacking my flesh.