Chapter Eighteen
Summer
Taking a deep breath, I find my eyes following the floor, slowly from right to left and back again. The fresh blood soaking into the concrete floor, but there’s stains upon stains of blood. I look beneath my feet and feel a cold shiver rush through me when I see more stains, the floor absorbing more and more secrets from Two/Face. When I finally look towards the doorway leading towards the back, he stands there leaning against the frame observing my reaction, before closing the distance between us. When his fingers glide over the chains and gently touch my fingertips, I feel the warmth continue to bloom from my toes all the way to the top of my head. The heat rushes to my cheeks and my breath hitches.
Taking the hem of my tank top in his hand and pulling it forward, Bhodi pulls out the blade, slicing right through the fabric, stopping half way up my chest, before ripping the remainder of the material apart with his hands. I gasp, the cool night air hitting my exposed skin. Pulling on my restraints, he wraps his palm around my throat, squeezing slightly.
“You’re so beautiful, Summer, the wonder in those baby blues is exactly what I need to see.”
He pulls me a little closer, his lips so close to mine. “I have a question for you, but I’ll ask that later.”
Sliding the mask from his face, it balances on the top of his head whilst intense green eyes dazzle with want, a genuine warm smile spreads across his handsome face.
Lost in his gaze, I hear the snap of the lace. Looking down with the blade pressed between my heavy tits, my bra falls away. I watch as my chest heaves, the goosebumps pepper my skin as the blade slowly slides along my body. I watch as it leaves a tiny thin white mark across my chest. The blade parts the lace, exposing my hard nipples. Bhodi’s eyes flicker to mine briefly before the blade gently grazes over my left nipple. Snapping my thighs shut, I feel the immediate throb, my mouth falls open and a moan escapes my throat. The want rushing through me, before he slowly moves the blade to the right. My fists clench in the cuffs, whilst the smirk tugs at Bhodi’s lips. With this tongue between his teeth, he watches intently as the blade glides across my skin.
“Think you can come, just with me doing this?”
he asks, amused.
I tense my jaw, the pleasure surging around my body. My toes curling so tight my feet are about to go into cramp. Moving back and forth, I feel the sweat begin to slide down my back, my pussy aching and screaming out for Bhodi. When he pulls the blade away, I immediately miss the sensation. Pressing it into the tip of his finger, I watch hesitantly as a single drop of blood begins to slide down it.
“Turn around,”
he says confidently, still watching the small bead of blood slide down his forefinger.
Pulling myself from the trance, I spin on my feet, the chains crossing over and rattling together. I face the wall, unable to see what’s going on behind me, I listen intently to the scuffing and sound of boot steps over the concrete. I keep my eyes on one section of the wall, a small crack in the stone and continue to stare at it. When my hair is pushed over my left shoulder, I freeze in anticipation before the noise of slicing fabrics permeates my ears. My top now hangs off each shoulder, cut front and back. My body exposed to the autumn air, but I can’t feel it. My skin is on fire and crying out to be burnt further.
When Bhodi parts the material, I feel the lace snap across my back. I gasp, as my back flexes and his single finger draws a square, from my left shoulder to my right, down to my right hip, to the left and back up again. I shudder at the sensation, goosebumps skittering across my skin. My eyes flutter closed with each gentle stroke of his finger. As it glides along the base of my back, I let out a moan. Bhodi leans in close, his breath moving across my shoulder, excitement surging up my spine.
“I’ll make you fucking scream,” he warns.
I gasp, he draws small circles and lines along my skin. I try to focus on each movement but my mind won’t allow it. I continue to tug on the restraints. My pussy pulses with each stroke and the desire for Bhodi continues.
“Make me…”
I breathlessly plead, my heavy eyes refusing to stay open.
Pulling at the waistband of my yoga pants, the material is torn from my body. With one flick of a blade, my arms are forced apart, the chains are uncrossed, and I come face to face with him. I feel his gaze, roaming my entire body, my shredded clothes, bare skin, each look leaving a burning imprint on my soul. Bhodi’s lips press to mine, and I feel him smirk. The electricity between us is intense, the walls of the warehouse fall away, leaving a darkness engulfing us both. When he pulls away, the handle of his knife slowly slides along my lips, before travelling between my tits, down my stomach and beneath the lace of my thong. My breath catches whilst he teases me, my soaked thong clinging to my skin and my heart pounds in my chest. Fisting the lace of my thong, I feel my body pulled tightly towards his. Flipping the blade in his hand, he sheers away the material of my panties, my bare pussy on display.
“I’m going to fuck you with my knife, Summer. Feel that tight cunt drip all over the handle.”
The words slide from his mouth, sinful, intriguing and utterly filthy.
“Please…”
I manage to force out. The ridged handle slides through my slick pussy lips, my legs part and I feel my knees buckle as it rubs against my clit. “Christ,”
I spit out, my eyes wide.
Angling the handle up, it slides into my drenched pussy. My fingers tighten against the chains, forcing my body to stay upright. My body adjusting to the hard, cold and rigid metal.
“Ride it,”
he demands.
I could come on those words alone, I can already feel the spasms, my walls fighting against the hard object, the sensation falling over my body, my limbs almost unable to move from the sheer pleasure alone. Rising to my tip toes, I feel my ankles shaking, but I can’t stop. I look deep into his eyes, beginning to rock back and forth, the handle hitting me exactly where I want it and the more the pressure builds, the harder I chase the release.
My hips roll over it, again and again. I grind over the handle, feeling Bhodi’s trembling grip beneath me. I moan loudly, his eyes fixed on each moan, each cry of pleasure. Forcing my lips between my teeth, he doesn’t look away, he can’t. He knows what he does to me, knows I crave him during each and every moment of the day. I feel the sweat fall down my body, his strangled breath on my face whilst he watches the intensity unfold before him.
“Ah shit!”
I cry out, one final push and the euphoric sensation drives through me.
My knees giving way, only being held up by the handcuffs laced around my wrists. My pussy spasms, pulses and clenches around the handle of the blade, over and over again. I feel the stretch and strain course through my body, my vision blurred, and I can’t think straight. As he withdraws the handle from me, he runs his tongue alongside it, savouring each glistening drop, admiring the mess he’s created in front of him.
“Good girl,”
he hums into my ear
Hearing a click, my right arm immediately falls to my side along with one half of my ripped clothes, followed by the other. I feel myself begin to fall, before a strong pair of arms holds me upright. Pushing the hair from my face, my lazy eyes manage to capture his face. Bhodi’s fingertips gently ghost across my cheeks, a moment of sweet sincerity between, the burning passion.
“Fuck me…Two/Face.”
I smile against his mouth, mustering all my energy to stay upright.
Reaching for the mask, I slide it back down his face before running my hands over his chest and down to his belt. The back of my finger moving across the thick erection. When he grabs my wrist and turns my body into the wall, I grunt as the cold stone walls press against my heated skin, gasping as he grinds into my ass.
“I’m not going to be gentle, Summer.”
Grabbing a fistful of hair, his lips lower to my ear. “I wanna see your eyes roll into the back of your head.”
“Y-yes!”
I frantically nod, my nails digging into the wall.
Letting my hair go, he stops for a moment. I feel his thumbs run along my lower back, it’s only brief but I can feel him studying the marks on my skin and my mind drifts for a moment.
“I’m gonna want an answer to my question soon, Summer.”
He speaks softly.
My brows pinch for a moment, unsure of the meaning behind his statement. With each stroke of his thumbs I whimper, my head falls against the stone, allowing my heavy eyes to close. A feeling of calm falls over my body, however it’s only fleeting, followed by the sound of leather and metal grinding together. I gnaw on my bottom lip, my finger splayed onto the wall, clutching on tight as his glide over mine and holding me firmly in place. Sticking my ass out, in one deep thrust he’s inside me. A garbled cry escapes my throat as he fills me fully. My pussy begins to grind but after a moment he speaks, and I feel my blood run cold.
“This isn’t it,”
Bhodi mutters and I feel my heart sink. Lowering my head, I feel my entire body want to recoil and crawl away under the nearest rock. My blanket of protection nowhere in sight and my vulnerability rumbling overhead and threatening to scoop me up. As he withdraws, I grit my teeth and instantly miss him but hate myself more. “Turn around, Summer.”
I feel my shoulders drop and I slowly turn to face him. Unable to look towards his disappointed face, I look to my feet. Lacing his fingers with mine, he pulls me forward as he steps backward. With my arm outstretched, I follow, taking one step at a time until he sits himself down in the chair in front of me and leans back to study me. Bhodi cocks his head to one side, reaching for the hem of his heavy dark sweatshirt. He peels it away and throws it to one side. I watch whilst his chest heaves. Reaching forward he pulls the backs of my knees towards him, my thighs parting and I find myself straddling his lap. I swallow hard, still unable to look at the disappointment I feel on his face. I press my palms to his bare chest, allowing my fingers to skim across his soft skin.
“Do you not want me anymore?”
I ask quietly, a sob caught in my throat.
Reaching for the mask, he slides it off and drops it to the floor. When his hands travel up my body, he cups my cheeks in both hands and guides my eyes to his, a puzzled look across his face.
“Why the fuck would you think that?”
he mutters.
My eyes momentarily drop and I shrug, my jaw rocking from side to side, unable to form the words. The words that I know are likely swimming through his mind, that I now repulse him, I’m broken, dirty, pathetic, damaged and used.
“You…said…This isn’t it.”
My voice is barely audible.
His thumbs run across my face, before running one across my lips. I can taste the blood on his skin, the sharp metallic taste fills my mouth entirely as the glint in his eye twinkles bright.
“I don’t want Two/Face to fuck you, Summer, I want to fuck you and I wanna see all of you. The wonder in your eyes, the way your body moves and responds to me. Not someone in a mask.”
He continues to run his thumb across my lips, as my tongue flicks across the blood-stained skin, before he slides it into my mouth.
As I begin to suck, I place my feet on the floor and reach for his thick cock. Gliding my hand over his hard shaft, I feel his body’s reaction to my touch. The way his eyes darken, a smug smile pulls at the corner of his mouth and how his breathing shallows. I lift my hips, holding him at my slick entrance, my body continuing to crave him and hovering over the head of his cock. Lowering myself down inch by inch, I feel my eyes roll back, the way he stretches me, consumes me and how I need him, it’s a feeling I never want to leave me. Pulling his hand away from my mouth, Bhodi places his hands firmly on my hips, pushing me lower and lower until he fills me entirely. All senses are heightened, and I feel something take over me, I begin to rock back and forth, the harder I rock the tighter his fingers dig into my skin.
“So good..”
I manage to cry out.
Wrapping my legs around the back of the chair, my body leans back and my palms press into Bhodi’s strong thighs, my fingers digging into his skin. I push against him, continuing to grind hard, as the pleasure courses through me.
“Fucking use me, Sunshine.”
His thumb finds my clit and begins to slowly rub, my body beginning to spasm in sheer bliss. “I need to watch you come.”
His words drip with desire. Pressing my palms hard against his thighs, I slide over his cock again and again. Hearing Bhodi’s moans of pleasure is all I need, each stroke is addictive, intense and euphoric. When I cry out, Bhodi wrenches my body forward, his lips crash to mine as we come together hard, his teeth bite down into my bottom lip, both pleasure and pain surging through me and I love it. Our bodies entwined, with my forehead pressed to his, we breathe heavily as my legs go limp and I rest my head onto his chest. I listen to his heartbeat, getting lost in the rhythmic sound, and safety bonding us closer.
“You know…I still expect an answer to my question.”
Lifting my head from his chest, my lazy eyes search Bhodi’s, unsure by what he means. I blink a couple of times, hoping he’ll explain but he just smiles down at me. Gently tucking a piece of hair behind my ear, his fingertips gently glide across my lips before he presses his to my forehead.
“I don’t understand?”
“You will, soon.”
He smiles, wrapping his arms tight around me and holding me close. His hands gently move up and down my bare back. Laying my head back onto his chest, I watch the clouds move across the night sky, as the wind glides through the warehouse.