69. Willow
WILLOW
Blindfolded.
Restrained.
Vulnerable.
Completely at his mercy, yet I’ve never felt safer in my entire life.
“Don’t stop.” My voice is needy and unrecognizable at this point.
“Breathe, Willow,” he whispers.
His fingers dig into my hip as he continues to push the handle of the knife deeper. The sensation is overwhelming. Every nerve in my body is screaming at the same time.
Stop. Don’t stop. More. Less. Over and over, my mind is racing.
This shouldn’t be happening. I shouldn’t like this. I shouldn’t be getting off on this. But some twisted part of me is loving every fucking second. There’s always been a part of me that’s enjoyed the pain. The darkness that’s stayed quiet all this time.
Any time I’ve been with someone in the past, the darkness would creep up, but I’d quickly shove it back down, too afraid to let anyone see the real me.
I try to push my hips forward to take it deeper, but he won’t let me. He’s fully in control, and I love it.
“Noah, please,” I whimper when he presses his thumb into the sensitive spot on my inner thigh.
I can feel the pressure building. My eyes are pinched shut behind the blindfold as sparks flit across my vision.
I want to come, but something inside is screaming not to.
To not let anyone see just how fucked up I am.
I can feel the tears stinging my eyes as I clench my body trying to hold it all in.
“Just let go, Willow. Accept it.”
“I…can’t.”
“You can. I’m here, Little Rabbit. I’ll always be here.”
“I…Fuck, Noah.”
“That’s it,” he says slowly as he pulls the handle almost completely out letting me feel each ridge as it slips out of me before pushing it back inside.
His slow thrusts are causing the edge of the handle to stroke along a spot that’s making my body arch, but his firm grip on my hip is keeping me in place. The thrusts start to speed up causing my control to slip. I can’t hold it in any longer.
“Come for me, Little Rabbit. I want to taste you on my blade forever.”
His words send me spiraling over the edge. He’s dark and twisted…Just like me.
“Fuck, Noah,” I scream as my body tenses and a wave of pleasure so strong washes over me that I swear I stop breathing.
My back arches, fighting against his hold as he tilts the handle inside me hitting something that causes a second wave to crash over me.
I’m drowning in an overwhelming sense of bliss that isn’t stopping. He’s slowly pulling the handle out of me, but each ridge causes another wave of pleasure.
My pussy tightens on nothing as the last of the handle is removed, and I finally take a single breath. My lungs burn from the lack of oxygen, but the feeling is only there for a moment before I’m gasping again.
Noah doesn’t give me a moment to recover before he’s gripping both of my hips and thrusting his cock fully inside me. My mouth opens to scream only to be silenced by his kiss. It’s bruising and painful and so fucking hot. Everything about this man is perfect.
My body slides along the seat with each snap of his hips. He’s fucking me like he’s worried he’s going to lose me. Making sure he’ll be the only man I will ever think of for the rest of my life.
“Fuck, Willow. You’re perfect,” he growls as he bites my lower lip. “So. Fucking. Perfect.” Each word is said with each thrust inside me.
He angles my body pulling me higher onto his lap as he sits up straighter. A chill runs across my chest without his body covering me for warmth.
As his hands roam, I can feel something warm and wet dripping and smearing across my skin.
“Are you bleeding?” I ask as I try to pull against my restraints.
“Shh. It’s fine. Don’t worry about that, Willow. I need you to come again for me.”
Again? I don’t even know how many times I’ve already come, but he still wants me to do it again…I can’t.
“I can’t,” I whimper as his thumb starts to tease my clit.
“You can. I need to feel you coming all over my cock. I need you to feel me everywhere.”
His thumb circles my clit faster, and his other hand grips my hip to hold me in place as he continues to pound into me.
With a final thrust he pinches my clit sending us both over the edge.
I can feel his cock pulsing inside me as he comes.
His hips shudder a few more times before everything goes still.
He rests his body against mine before quickly cutting off my restraints and pulling off my blindfold. He’s smiling down at me when my eyes finally open. He looks like he wants to say something, but then quickly shuts his mouth and smirks.
I glance down at my body to see the evidence of what we did. The blindfold is now wrapped around his hand. Blood is smeared across my pale skin. The knife is sitting on the dashboard with the blade covered in blood.
“Noah, that’s so much blood,” I gasp as I sit up and grab his hand.
“It’s okay, Little Rabbit. I’ve had worse.”
My mind suddenly flares red with jealousy from the thought that he’s done this with someone else. He must see the rage behind my eyes because he suddenly laughs.
“What?” I snap.
“Nothing, you’re just cute when you’re jealous.”
“I’m not jealous. I was worried you were actually hurt.”
“Mhm…” he teases.
“Whatever.”
I try to scoot away from him, but he grabs me by my hips and straddles me pinning me to the seat.
“What the hell, Noah?”
He presses a soft kiss to my lips before chuckling.
“When I said I’ve had worse, I mean from being stabbed or getting cut a different way. Not because I’ve done this with someone else.”
The ache in my chest slightly subsides. I hate how well he can read my emotions.
“I didn’t say anything,” I say sharply as I turn my head away, but he grips my chin gently to turn my attention back to him.
“You didn’t have to, Willow. I can see it in your eyes. The way your nose crinkles when you get upset. I see you.”
Fuck.
I glance down at my chest and the handprints of blood smeared across my body. More blood is covering my lower stomach and between my thighs.
“Are you okay?” he asks softly.
“Yeah, why?”
“I remember the time you cut your wrist on the playground. You’ve never been okay with the sight of blood. Sorry.”
“This…” I think back to my childhood, but whatever specific memory he’s talking about isn’t coming to mind. “This doesn’t bother me.”
“Did you enjoy this?” he asks as he begins to slowly wipe the blood off with another scrap of fabric from the glovebox.
I can feel my cheeks blushing as I close my eyes and rest my head back down on the seat. I don’t want to admit it, not even to myself, but this was the hottest thing that I’ve ever done.
“Yes,” I finally whisper.
“Me too.”
We sit in silence as he finishes wiping off as much blood as he can from my skin before zipping up his jacket that I’m wearing.
“Come on, beautiful. Let’s go home.”
The last few hours have been a whirlwind of emotions. Honestly, this entire last week has been insane, ever since I laid eyes on him.
He not only turned my world upside down, but he also shattered the wall separating me from my past. When I saw that photo, I knew it was him. So much came rushing back, and the emotions overwhelmed me.
I could see them. The moments that would linger at the edge of my memory just out of reach.
When we were kids we ran up and down the road together. He would stop at each new section of ditch that had tons of lilies growing in it, he’d only pick one from each so that there would always be some for the next day. He was the other shadow in that memory.
I can remember how he would protect me at school. He’d also sneak up to my room some nights, and we’d sit on the rooftop watching the stars.
“Noah?”
I finally break the silence we’ve been driving in for the last half an hour. Our hands are intertwined on my lap as I sit curled up next to him. He didn’t bother putting the center console back down.
“Yes, Little Rabbit?”
He squeezes my hand before leaning over and placing a kiss against my temple.
“Are you sure about this? About us? You’re only just now meeting me. What if you get to know me more and you don’t like who I’ve become?”
The sound of my voice is pathetic. I’ve never let myself sound weak in front of anyone except my therapist, Jenna, and now Noah.
He glances at me again, but I keep my eyes focused out the front window. I don’t want him to see how vulnerable I am right now. I’ve never felt this way about anyone. The feelings I have for this man are honestly insane to me, but it’s true…I think I’m in love with him.
The car suddenly jerks to the right as he pulls over on the shoulder. He turns his body toward me and holds my face with both hands forcing me to look at him.
“Willow. I have loved you from the moment we met. There hasn’t been a single fucking day that I haven’t thought about you.
That I haven’t thought about our future since I had you back.
Is it crazy? Yeah, probably. But I don’t fucking care.
I love you. I’m never going to stop loving you. Do you understand me?”
“But…”
“No. No buts, Willow. There will never be but anything. I. Love. You. I never stopped loving you.”
He pulls my face to his and kisses me desperately. As if he’s trying to pour the truth into me through a single kiss alone.
He pulls away resting his forehead against mine with his eyes closed. He takes a deep breath before pulling away to look into my eyes.
“Do you understand now, Little Rabbit? It’s always been you.”