19. Lucy
Lucy
I come to being carried across campus. My head is full of Architecti’s life.
It’s given me a throbbing headache, like my mind knows it’s carrying two sets of lived experiences and is rather swollen.
The memories flit through my mind in fits and starts.
A shred here, a picture there. I need time and space to process it all.
But there’s so much going on. Midnight. Interitus. The runes.
I want to halt Midnight, slow her down so I can appreciate where I am. Inhale the scents of ivy leaves and damp cobbles, misty mornings and old leather books.
I’m home.
I’m home.
I can’t believe I’m home.
Midnight drags me across campus as if Interitus is still chasing us. She hauls me all the way inside House Inferos and up to my apartment. Flinging the door open, she tugs me inside and slams it shut.
By the time she makes it through the kitchen, where she deposits me on the ground, she’s panting hard.
She rounds on me then, her eyes dark enough to rival her name. Her shoulders heave up and down, and I know in my heart there’s something she’s not telling me.
She points a finger in my face. “Fuck you, Lucy.”
“Come again?” I say, taken aback.
“You heard me.” She flings an arm across the counter, knocking a load of papers off the side.
I narrow my eyes at her. “You need to control that temper.”
“And you need to think about someone other than yourself for once.”
“Fuck you, Midnight. What the hell is that supposed to mean?”
She laughs. It’s ugly and sharp and reminds me of Ignatius. She’s spent far too long under his control.
“Where do I start. First, you didn’t consider for one second what forcing me to reap you would do to me, the impact it would have. Then, you up and take a piece of a fucking angel’s soul with no idea as to the consequences or repercussions. You didn’t even stop to think about it.”
I stagger back, aghast. “Hold on a fucking second. I gave you my heart, Midnight. Literally and figuratively. I gave you the power to save yourself.”
She flings her hands up in the air. “No, you gave me something I don’t even know how to control, let alone use effectively. And second and more importantly, that doesn’t negate Ignatius’s deal. And that’s besides the fucking point. I didn’t want your power, I wanted you.”
I scoff at her. “How did you expect me to be yours when I was always going to be tied to Ignatius? I needed to be free.”
She marches up to me, grips my chin and wrenches me around to face her.
“At the expense of me? My heart? I thought I killed you, for fucksake. How could you do that to me?” She’s snarling, and I know that she needs relief. To feel like she’s punished me for what I’ve done. And perhaps that is what I need too.
To feel like I’ve paid for my sins.
“Because I’m a bad girl…” I let that linger in the air, loving the way her teeth grind and the veins in her neck thicken. She cricks her neck.
But it seems my words have power and are filtering through. Her eyes shift first.
From ice and fury to molten and burning.
“You fucked me, made me fall for you and then you broke me,” she says.
I lower myself to my knees, “So punish me, Daddy…”
“This isn’t the way we fix things…” she growls.
“Maybe not, but it will make us both feel better, and then maybe we can talk,” I say as her fingers are already looping around my hair and pulling it tight.
We’re both too far gone. In too much pain not to see this through. She needs it as much as I do.
“Make it hurt,” I say.
“Don’t say things you don’t mean…” But her eyes glower and I’m already soaked, my thighs sticking together beneath my robes. I want the pain. Need to believe this is real, that I’m here, with her. That we have another chance.
“Make. It. Hurt,” I say. Every word more pointed than the last.
She clenches her jaw. “I can’t check in with you. Not this time. I’m going to take what I want from you. Give you whatever the fuck I desire. Do you hear me?”
I nod, licking my lips.
“I mean it, Lucy. You can scream and cry stop, but there’s no safe words tonight,” she says, locking her hand in tight against my head. “Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
Her hand stiffens. “This is your last warning… Are you sure you want this?”
This time, it’s my expression that hardens. “And I said, make. It. Hurt. Midnight.” I say her name like a threat. A promise that I want what she’s about to give no matter what.
She drags me across the room. I scuffle my feet to keep up, lost in the tingle and heat of my hair being pulled when I can’t keep pace. It’s a cocktail of pain and pleasure rippling from scalp to toes as I relinquish control to her.
She drops me at the foot of the sofa and disappears into my bedroom, bringing back an armful of toys and devices.
“Strip,” she demands.
I do as she says and pull the robe off my body.
“Shower, now.” Her words are flat, void of any emotion. The first beat of adrenaline tickles my gut. My heart runs a little faster, my runes flare a little brighter.
I flick the shower on, step inside and douse my skin in soap. Midnight walks in a few moments later, naked, wearing nothing but hurt on her features.
It breaks me.
I knew I’d hurt her making her reap me, but seeing that on her face is a deeper level of anguish than I anticipated.
My throat aches and a coldness settles against my bones.
I open the shower door and invite her inside. She deposits the pile of toys on the floor, bringing one inside and chucking it at my feet.
She leans her hands on the wall behind me, trapping me.
Every movement, every beat, every turn, she makes my heart race a little harder. I don’t know what’s coming, other than pain and pleasure. I am at her mercy. The anticipation and not knowing is a drug, a messy mix of lust and fear and potential.
The water pounds her shoulders until she tilts her head up and lets it drown her hair and flow down her cheeks. I thread my hand through her short locks and tug her to me. We kiss slow and steady, the water drowning me one second and her the next.
Her hands find my breasts and lather the remaining soap until my nipples are peaked buds begging to be bitten.
I tug her mouth off mine and guide her to my nipples.
“You’re not trying to top me when you’re about to be punished, are you, Lucy?” She hums.
“Never.” A grin spreads over my face and my tongue skitters over my lips.
That’s exactly what I was doing, a little hint of brat showing.
She snaps, losing her self-control, and sucks one of my nipples into her mouth. I moan and arch against her, begging for more. She sucks my peak between her teeth and runs her tongue along the flesh.
“Oh gods,” I moan.
She applies a little pressure with her teeth as her fingers find their way between my thighs, shucking them apart.
She peppers kisses down my stomach and over my hips. Always kissing, but never quite in the place I need.
“Please,” I whimper.
She hums a satisfied sound against my pussy, but rather than give me what I want, she lathers up her hands and slides them between my legs.
She washes my cunt, sliding her fingers between my folds and then into the crooks of my hips and legs.
Slowly she slides back, back, back until her fingers reach my arsehole.
I squeal as she rubs and lathers my ring of muscle and up into the valley of my cheeks.
It’s so alien; no one else has ever washed the most intimate parts of me.
My nipples tighten even more. I didn’t think I’d like her doing it, but I find myself spinning and tilting my hips, giving her better access to my rear.
She spreads my cheeks wide enough it feels obscene. I gasp as I lose balance and end up leaning against the tiles.
The shower trickles between my cheeks and over my ring, cleansing the soap away.
Her warm, wet tongue lands on my hole, licking and lapping at the wrong entrance.
“Oh fuck, oh gods,” I moan as tingles of pleasure ripple out from where she ravishes me.
Her tongue pokes, pushing against the tight muscle. One hand leaves my cheek and a second later lands hard on my flesh.
I shriek as a hot wave erupts over my backside, the water making the slap sting far more than it would out of the shower.
I crane around to glance at Midnight. She smiles a dark, vicious little grin, and it makes my legs tremble for what’s to come.
Knowing that no matter what, she won’t stop until she’s ripped everything she needs from me.
It’s the ultimate relinquishing of control.
My mind short-circuits as I realise just how vulnerable I am. Wetness slicks my thighs.
“What do you want? Use your words.”
“Punish me, Daddy.”
“Beg for it,” she says, her eyes dark as feral dreams and lingering nights. She runs her tongue along her teeth, and I know this is going to be one hell of an evening.
“Please…” I breathe.
“Please what, Lucy?”
She slides two fingers between my legs and straight to my clit. She trails them through my slit, applying just the hint of pressure as she passes over my entrance. I shiver as she drags my arousal up and to my ring.
“Beg me, Lucy. Beg me to fuck you in the wrong hole. Tell me you want me to fill you up. Tell me how much you need me to spank you until you’re raw.”
“I… I need it,” I pant, breathless at her words and the anticipation.
Her hand slaps down so hard on my rosy cheek I actually squeal.
“I said beg.”
She pushes both fingers inside, stretching my ring of muscle so suddenly my hands slip. I grab the shower shelf and steady myself using the frame to keep me upright.
“Please... Please, Daddy… Fuck me. Fuck me wrong. Spank me. Bite me. Hurt me. I want you to leave teeth marks on me and make me come until I can’t stand.”
Even though the shower runs warm, the air heats as her body leans over mine. Her breasts brush my spine, her nipples impossibly hard.
She leans against my ear, her lips caressing my lobe and making a shiver trickle down my back.
“I am going to fucking ruin you,” she whispers, the words seeping under my skin, making my clit pulse. Her fingers thrust hard. She pulls them out and replaces them with something much larger and harder and colder.
I wrench around to see a dildo, but before I can tell her I’m not ready, it glides from my arse to my pussy and pushes inside me.
“Fuck,” I shriek as she shunts inside, right up to the hilt. There’s a burn of pain as I fight to adjust to the size and intrusion.
My chest rises and falls so fast I’m panting hard.
“Words, baby girl.”
“I… I want it. Please. Fuck me.”
“Where do you want me to fuck you, baby girl?”
My legs tremble as she slowly drags the dildo out of my pussy and to my other hole. Oh gods, oh gods.
“Everywhere. I need you to break me the way I broke you…”
She drives into my arse so hard I clench the shelf and it shatters beneath my grip. It lacerates my fingers. The water turns pink and rouge and then deep bloody claret. But Midnight doesn’t give a fuck.
There are no safe words.
And I am so far gone I couldn’t use it even if I needed to. The sting and heat in my fingers overwhelm me until Midnight slaps my backside hard enough I scream.
She continues driving the cock in and out, in and out. What starts as pain morphs, slow and steady. One of her hands drifts around my hip and slides between my legs locating and circling my clit.
“Oh gods, it’s too much.” I can’t hold myself up or still or together.
Midnight’s arm clenches my waist as my legs go and an orgasm rips through my cunt.
She removes the dildo from me, kicks the shower door open and carries my floppy body through the apartment to the bedroom, where she lays me on the bed.
My fingers leave a bloody circle on the fabric as soon as they touch the duvet. But she yanks me up onto all fours, slapping my backside harder this time, now she has the space to really swing for me.
“Oh fuck, please,” I say, lost in pleasure, unsure if I’m begging for her to stop or fuck me harder, deeper and more savagely.
“You don’t get to decide when you’re done, Lucy. Not tonight.” She knocks my knees apart, displaying my pussy to her.
She nestles between my legs and draws a long lick over my cunt before bringing her fingers to my entrance and sliding two inside. Her tongue flicks over my clit until I’m moaning and begging for release.
She brings me right up to the point of orgasm and then she lifts her mouth off my clit and sinks her teeth into my thigh.
Her fingers drive in and out, in and out, and I scream in pain as her teeth sink into my flesh and an orgasm that makes my vision white-out rips through me.
I’m a mess. I flop onto my back, my body like jelly, and I’m grateful when Midnight climbs on top of me and sits on my face.
“Lick Daddy’s cunt like a good girl and maybe I’ll consider giving you another orgasm.”
I swipe my tongue over her pussy, she’s as drenched as I am. She bucks instantly and then pushes down on my face, suffocating me.
I lick and flick my tongue from her entrance to her clit, faster and slower. Moving my mouth around her pussy the way I know she likes it.
Her hips dig down harder, her nipples go tight. She rocks faster and I know she’s close. I reach up and pinch her nipple hard.
She hisses, but her back arches and she cries out as she comes.
When her breathing slows, she bends forward, locking eyes with me. “You’re going to pay for that.”
Oh, I do hope so.