Chapter 14
Gabriella
Now
His breath whispered across my cheek.
“You were a bad girl, baby,” he told me, his grip in my hair sending lightning bolts of pain through my scalp and down my neck.
“I’m sorry, Nico,” I replied, my voice barely audible.
He chuckled, scraping his knife down my bare stomach, not quite breaking the skin, but enough to have my stomach hollowing and for me to suck my breath in between my teeth.
Stop showing him your fear, Gabby. It only makes it worse.
“I’ve heard sorry before,” he told me, circling around my body, running the knife down my spine. “Why do you continue to displease me?” he hissed down my ear, yanking my head back for a split second before shoving it back forward.
“Nico, I—”
My words were cut off with a gasp as the knife penetrated my skin, my back arching as it sliced down my spine.
“Fuck,” he groaned, pressing his erection into my ass. “I love seeing this pretty body painted red.”
And this is why I would always be punished. The truth no one spoke aloud. Because my punishments were his reward. And he would never deny himself what he thought he was due.
The knife continued down my body, scraping over the globes of my ass, and I felt the small beads of blood trickle down the back of my thighs, followed by Nico’s wet tongue as he got to his knees and chased his favourite liquid.
His loud groan filled the room, and he rested his head against my ass for a moment, his breath shuddering against my skin. I could picture him, eyes closed, his cock hard, savouring the taste of me.
As he got back to his feet, he ran his hands along the insides of my thighs, and I spread my legs automatically, allowing him to cup my pussy.
A pathetic whimper left my lips as I felt him at my neck again, sucking on the pulse he found there.
“Sometimes I think you’re as fucked up as I am, my sweet.
Sometimes I think you like being punished.
Is that right, Gabby? Do you like it when I punish you?
” he asked, running his hands along the front of my body, cupping my breasts, holding his knife between his thumb and index finger, resting perfectly against my chest.
“Yes, Nico,” I whispered, though it couldn’t have been farther from the truth.
It didn’t matter what he said. It wasn’t the truth he was looking for, it was simply my agreement.
“Liar,” he chuckled, making my breath stutter in my throat, my heart stop, and my body freeze.
His hand came over my face, smothering my mouth and my nose, seizing my breath a split second before he dug the knife into my side—just enough to have me panicking, not enough to cause significant damage.
That didn’t stop the pain from blinding me though. Even knowing it was a superficial wound didn’t stop me from thrashing against Nico’s hold.
“Shh, shh,” he soothed, one arm still around my neck, his hand over my mouth, holding me in place. He brought the knife up, swapping hands, keeping it dangerously close to my face, and with his free hand, he lowered it down to my new wound.
“Fuck,” he breathed, his fingers stroking around the puncture hole, soaking up the blood there.
With his fingers coated, he slithered them along my stomach, leaving a trail of my own blood, all the while panting down my ear.
“Tell me that feels good, baby,” he whispered, lowering his hand to my neck.
“Th-that feels good, Nico,” I stammered, sucking in shuddering breaths.
He lowered the knife back down my body, up and down my stomach, eventually coming between my legs. With one hand, he separated my pussy lips, and the other hand, he ran the blade between them.
I breathed frantically through my nose, my eyes scanning the room for anything to focus on, anything to take my mind away from what he was doing, to ground me.
“My god,” he groaned into my neck, grinding his hips against my ass. He pulled the knife away from my pussy and brought it to his nose, inhaling the scent of me. “I fucking love your body. Go and lay on the bed, baby,” he told me, and I didn’t hesitate for a second.
I knew the worst was yet to come. I knew this wouldn’t end here. But I threw myself towards the bed all the same, grateful for even a second away from him.
“On your back,” he demanded, his eyes glued to me as he shredded his clothes.
I did as he asked, watching him warily as he stripped and then fisted his hard dick.
“Spread your legs,” he barked, walking over to me. Just as he went to climb on top of me, he reached into the bedside drawer, withdrawing something that he placed beside me.
“You’ve been so bad,” he repeated, settling between my legs, his chest pressed against mine. He placed his weight on his elbows, positioning them either side of my shoulders, and brushed the hair back from my forehead. “So, so bad.”
“Yes, Nico.”
“And bad girls get punished… don’t they?”
“Yes, Nico.”
He shifted his hips, positioning his dick at my entrance.
“Tell me you want me to punish you.”
“I want you to punish me.”
“Name!” he barked, slapping me across the face.
“I want you to punish me, Nico!” I said, panic rushing through me.
He slammed his dick inside me, burying himself to the hilt in one movement. I smothered down my scream, and kept my eyes on him.
“Oh, sweetheart,” he tsked at me. “That won’t do. You’re so fucking beautiful when you’re screaming for me.”
And with that, he slammed his finger inside my knife wound, twisting it in half circles, left, and then right, widening the hole.
I screamed before I could stop myself, panting and sobbing.
“Please, please!” I begged, slapping at his shoulders. All it did was make him groan and shove his finger in deeper, all the way to the knuckle.
“That’s it, baby,” he panted. “Tighten that pussy for me. Squeeze my fucking cock. Fucking choke me, fucking… fuck!” he panted, his entire body jerking against me, losing every scrap of control he possessed when faced with my pain.
He pulled his finger out and brought it to my mouth, running it along my lips, down my chin and across my neck.
I turned my head to the side and dry heaved, regretting not eating tonight when nothing came out of my stomach—but also glad I didn’t, because if I made a mess of his sheets, there was no telling what he’d do.
“Glorious,” he breathed, beginning to move his hips, thrusting in and out of me.
“Tell me you want me.”
“I-I want you, Nico,” I sobbed, my bottom lip trembling, my own blood flooding my mouth.
“Tell me you love my fucking cock.”
“I love your cock.”
“Good God,” he groaned, his eyes rolling back. “Say my name.”
“Nico,” I breathed, clutching the bedsheets at my side.
“Beg me to fuck you.”
“Please fuck me, N-Nico,” I sobbed.
“That’s it, that’s it, that’s it,” he grunted, the veins in his neck protruding as he found pleasure between my legs.
And then, as if my compliance fuelled something inside him, he pushed himself up, placed both his hands around my throat, squeezing tightly as he fucked me relentlessly.
“You fucking whore,” he rasped above me, his spit hitting my face. The force of his hips slamming into me had me moving up the bed inch by inch. My vision began to blur at the edges, the blackness creeping in.
I prayed this was it. I prayed this was the moment everything would come to a merciful end.
And then, just as the darkness threatened to smother me, his hands were gone, and I was sucking in huge gulps of air, my lungs burning.
His movements slowed down, but he slapped my face repeatedly until I focused, my vision clearing and I was able to focus on him.
It was then I saw the glimmer in his eyes, and I realised where he had moved his hands to.
“No,” I breathed, instantly regretting the impulse when a sadistic grin spread across his face.
His thumb continued massaging my clit, his skilful fingers knowing just how to work my body—with or without my consent.
My legs tried to close of their own accord, but it was impossible with his huge body between them. He kept them pinned apart, and focused all his attention on that one small bud of nerves.
I felt his other hand move on, and then a vibration filled the air. My body then arched off the bed as he placed the Rose sex toy to my clit, clicking until it was full power.
At the same time, he placed his other hand back over my wound, toying at the surface of the hole, his dick twitching inside me.
“Fuck, yes, baby,” he breathed, remaining completely still, letting my pussy do all the work as I tensed and untensed around him.
“You fucking love it, you dirty whore,” he breathed, pressing the Rose harder into me.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head, my body betraying me even as I sobbed and begged for it to stop. My words were lost on him, all he focused on was getting the reaction he wanted.
The pressure built up in my lower stomach, my legs tensing, my body hanging on that delicate precipice, ready to tumble over into oblivion… and then he pulled the Rose away, ripping a moan of protest from my lips.
“That’s more like it,” he grinned, replacing the Rose with his fingers, feeling how wet I was.
He gave a few lazy thrusts of his dick, and then he was pulling out of me, kissing his way down my body.
I tensed, ready to draw my knees together if he put his head between my legs—I should have known better.
He would never lower himself to do that to a woman.
Instead, his mouth stopped at the knife wound, his tongue and lips slurping at the blood. I glanced down and saw him jerking his cock as he tasted my blood, and another small sob escaped me.
The next second, I was flipped over onto my stomach, my head hanging off the edge of the bed, and Nico was on top of me.
In one fluid movement, he had my legs spread, his dick back inside me, and was wrapping his arm around my throat, holding my head up by the chin, forcing me to look into the mirror opposite us.
“You’re fucking mine, Gabriella,” he hissed down my ear, slamming his hips into me over and over again.
“Yours, Nico,” I sobbed, unable to stop myself.
His other hand pushed underneath us, back between my legs, and the Rose was pressed against me again. With my own body weight keeping it in place, I was unable to do anything as the toy sucked and vibrated on my clit.
“No one else will ever want you,” he ground out, digging his fingers harder into my jaw.
“No one.”
“Look at yourself. Fucking panting beneath me. So willing and desperate to be used like the filthy sex toy you were born to be.”
“Yes, Nico,” I sobbed, my entire body shuddering as the Rose brought me rushing towards an orgasm.
“You’re fucking nothing.”
I didn’t reply. I simply moaned, closing my eyes against the assault of pleasure, earning myself a hard slap across the face.
“Look at me!” he barked, and my eyes flew open. “You are nothing. You should be grateful I choose to keep you around.”
“Yes, Nico,” I said, my voice breathy.
“Two years of this shit, Gabby. Two fucking years and you still haven’t learnt!”
I could see in his face that he was fast losing control. But with the Rose creating the most delicious sensation, I didn’t focus on it. I didn’t fear it as much as I should.
My legs began to shake frantically, my toes curling into the bedsheets. I was thrashing underneath him, no longer caring that Nico was raping me, that none of this was with my consent.
And then, before I knew what was happening, Nico dropped my head, muttering under his breath that I was a filthy slut, and then he picked up the knife and slashed at my back frantically.
Slash! He cut between my shoulder blades.
Slash! He sliced down my spine.
Slice! He swiped across my kidneys.
Over and over, he swiped, swung and sliced, and all I could do was pant and moan, my orgasm washing over me, taking over the pain, taking over everything.
I came with a scream, right as Nico sliced the knife under my ass cheeks.
“Let’s see you sit on your lazy ass now, instead of doing your job,” he swore at me, grabbing hold of the globes of my ass as he finished inside me, his fingers digging into the wounds.
The last thing I saw was the staining of the bedsheets, creeping out from under my body and spreading further, painting the pretty white sheets red.