10. Lucie
TEN
lucie
The knife is sharp and ugly, the type used to cause maximum damage.
To kill.
He slowly closes the distance between us and holds out his hand, drawing it over his palm.
I have to bite my lip hard to stop the scream from escaping.
I don’t think I’ve ever had the urge to scream and shriek more in my life than after meeting this man.
My eyes pop open wide.
I don’t know what I expect, geysers of blood, an unholy wound, but he licks the knife and I catch a glimpse of silver on his tongue.
The piercing. My head spins at the sight.
It’s so unbelievably hot.
I don’t know where this fetish I’ve developed for pierced tongues comes from, but it won’t go away.
Or maybe it’s just him.
This dangerous, unhinged, violent man who just licked his own blood from a deadly knife.
He flicks the knife shut.
Hands it to me. “Okay, so how… thorough are they with this? Do they, I don’t know, send it off for DNA tests? Have some kind of semen sampler ready to inspect? ”
“How would I know? It’s not like I’ve done this before.”
“I don’t know either,” he snaps as he starts to pump his fist. “I don’t deal with maniacal parents who want to see virginal blood from their kid. It’s fucking weird.”
“It’s some outdated tradition.” I swallow.
“They probably just want to hold it up and admire the fact I’ve been claimed by my husband. I don’t know.”
“Calm down, sweet Joy.”
“Call me Lucie.”
“I’ll call you whatever I damn well want, and when we do fuck, you’re going to love it.”
My head gets light when my pussy throbs like his fingers are still pumping in there, still leading me right on up to orgasmic bliss only to stop and pull the delicious bliss away.
“Now, how much blood and where? Do you want to make it look like we?—?”
“Jesus! I’ve never lost my stupid virginity.” A laugh escapes.
“Maybe just the normal spot?”
“Missionary. So fucking boring. Well, I guess it depends on how you do it, but…” He slides me a long look as I keep laughing.
“Stop it.”
“This is funny.”
“No,” he says, his mouth turning up, “it isn’t. It’s fucking hysterical.” And he starts laughing, too.
I rush over and take his hand and hold it where I know my ass would be if I was on my back.
“There.”
He lets a few drops fall, then smears them, and to my eternal delight and disgust, he leans down, spits, and rubs that in, too.
“A work of fucking art.”
“This is absolutely insane,” I say.
He’s smiling and it lights up his eyes and holy fuck, he’s even hotter like this.
He’s a beautiful man, handsome, and dangerous and when he smiles…
he breaks all the records.
Callahan backs me into the bed and rolls me on top of it, kissing me, nipping my lips, kissing and sucking my neck.
His demanding mouth moves to both breasts, tugging at my nipples and then sliding his studded tongue against one, then the other.
It shoots sparks of pleasure through me.
I’m not laughing anymore.
We’re kissing and he’s mauling me, pushing my skirt up to my waist.
“Christ, you’re making me crazy, doing things I know I shouldn’t,” he murmurs against my lips.
He slides off the bed to part my thighs, and then he pulls my panties aside.
His tongue swipes my slit and I gasp.
Each long, hard lick sizzles my soul.
He thrusts his tongue inside of me, deep enough that the stud softly strokes against my clit and I moan, gasping and grabbing at his hair.
Oh God, he’s phenomenal.
The one time a boy, my boyfriend at the time, touched my pussy.
It was good because it was new, but it didn’t do anything, really.
I never came, and when I refused to have sex, he dumped me.
But this…
This makes me feel completely untouched by anyone but Callahan.
He taunts and teases with his fingers, not penetrating, just fluttering them against me like tiny little strokes over my wet flesh.
Then he moves up, licking and sucking until he’s at my clit.
Stars explode, and it’s heat, wetness, soft strokes that bring the kind of pleasure I can’t even begin to describe.
It builds, so big, so powerful and consuming, and then…
oh, fuck. Then he uses his tongue, rubbing the piercing on my clit.
My body shakes and trembles.
I grip the sheet in my fists, my heart thrashing.
I come hard, and it doesn’t stop after a few seconds.
The waves of euphoria crash, sweeping me up higher and higher, the soft suck and stroke of his tongue and mouth, the work of the stud keeps it all teetering close to being too much, but I never crash.
The waves just get bigger and bigger, launching me to a place I thought was only an urban legend.
It brings tears to my eyes and I can’t silence my screams any longer.
It’s too much. Not enough.
And I know I’m going to want more.
I’m addicted.
“Lucie?”
“W-what?”
“I only ate you out, it wasn’t exactly life-changing.”
Not to him, but to me…
new heavens opened. All the lightbulbs switched on.
It was a sexual freaking awakening and all he did was…
that.
“I-I’m okay, it was just, um, new.”
He pulls me up from the bed and I have no choice but to follow his lead.
He wipes his mouth, then kisses me.
“You should know how fucking sweet and amazing you taste. I think… no, I know you have the sweetest pussy I’ve ever tried.”
A surge of darkness slices through me, like a claw, and I’m not sure what to say in response.
“Uhhh, thanks” doesn’t feel quite right.
So I grasp at humor instead.
“Should I go to my doctor, get my blood glucose looked at?”
He smirks.
“You taste good is what I’m saying.”
“Out of the countless women you’ve had. I get it.”
I turn to stomp toward my bathroom when he stops me, gripping my wrist tight.
“Jealous?”
Am I?
Crap.
I am. How? I don’t even know him or like him.
He turns me on, yes, but so could a lamppost with some level of sexual experience.
I’m prime, ready to be plucked.
He stole the first real bite and is now devouring me whole.
“I need a shower. My brain’s turned to metaphors and bad clichés.”
“Don’t shower, don’t do your hair. Put on the dress you wore earlier. I liked that. The gold suits you and your hair.”
“Dirty carrot.”
He laughs.
“Is that some sex code because I could work with that.”
“No. My hair. That’s the color. Sort of orange, but not even that interesting. And a little mousy. Like a dirty carrot.”
“It’s like the best of fall. I fucking love it. Get changed. And pack whatever you want to come with you. Important shit. I’ll buy you whatever else you need.”
I pull off the ruined wedding dress and just leave it in a puddle, then I see the super sexy lingerie Mom bought me when I wasn’t looking.
It’s lace and netting and it’s going to cover nothing.
She got it in black, so I pull on the balconette bra and the panties.
Fuck. I’m naked.
But sexy naked.
I gulp and grab the golden dress, pulling it on.
With the not-there bra, my hard nipples poke into the material.
I gather my few toiletries and cast a glance at myself.
I look exactly like I had sex.
When I open the door, he’s found my favorite teddy bear, some books, my laptop, and my suitcase.
He puts those in and then adds some of my jewelry.
I look at what he’s put into the jewelry box.
Trinkets that mean something and the few expensive pieces I inherited and love.
The rest he left on my dresser.
“Those looked mostly untouched; these looked like you wore them. You had them in here. I just added the cheap shit because you’re rich, and rich girls don’t have cheap shit unless it’s something special.”
“Viv gave me stuff as a kid and teenager. We had an allowance, but it just became our thing. Cheap items we liked.” I put my things down and start grabbing some shoes, clothes, and then I fill the rest of the case.
I’m not a material-possession person.
I’m not Viviana with her closets bursting with clothes, but I do have more than one suitcase worth.
“That’s fine. I’ll buy you more clothes.”
“I need to fix my hair.”
He comes up, smooths his hands over it, then kisses me, biting my lip hard.
It hurts and sends bursts of pleasure through me.
“What was that for?”
“I wanted to do it, and it adds to the illusion of you being claimed. Don’t worry, we’ll get there. But I’m not a performing monkey, and I’m not a fan of this traditional shit.” He kisses me once more.
“Your hair is perfect like this.”
He holds one hand out to me and takes my case with the other.
“How’s your hand?”
“Not bleeding. I’m a big boy. This is nothing more than a scratch. Take my hand.”
I do.
And together, we head down the stairs.
The entire time I can’t help thinking that I’m honestly not sure if I’m walking out of one cage and right into another.