95. Noah
NOAH
Iplace one last kiss against her lips, feeling that slight tremble in her lip before getting off the bed and grabbing the other things from my bag.
I brought a certain toy that I think she’s really going to like.
I pull out the small black rose vibrator and set it on the bed then the black strap I had custom-made to secure it in place. I just have to remove something first.
I reach into the bottom of the bag and grip onto the cold steel handle of my knife.
Not just any one of my knives from my collection.
No. This is my favorite knife. The one that nearly took my life that horrible night.
It took a lot of bribing to get it back from the police and out of evidence, but I did it.
I’ve had it in the labyrinth for over a month now. Some nights when I can’t sleep, I still go down there. I walk those tunnels thinking of that night over and over again. Replaying every second, wondering how it went wrong so fucking fast. I don’t understand how he was able to trick me for so long.
That knife has sat on the table next to the other tools.
The blade was still stained with my blood.
It was smeared from the samples they took from it when trying to pull prints, but the dark crimson stain still remained.
When the paperwork was finalized for this house, I decided I wanted to christen it.
I also wanted to replace the bad memory of my favorite knife with a new one… One that we both could enjoy.
I didn’t expect her to accept her darkness so quickly.
I knew that night in the truck was a lot for her, emotionally and physically.
She surrendered herself to me, and I will always be grateful that she did because it showed me that I could trust her with my darkness, because there was one hidden within her. She just didn’t know it yet.
“Noah?” she asks hesitantly, snapping me out of the daze I was in while staring at the freshly cleaned and polished steel.
I made sure to clean every trace of that night from its blade and handle. I sharpened it and made it gleam. Tonight is about letting go of the past, moving forward, and fully starting our lives together. As I glance around the room, I truly believe we can build our future here.
“I’m still here. I didn’t leave you.”
“It was just so quiet…” Her voice trails off as if she’s starting to get nervous.
“I’m right here. I was just thinking,” I say as I climb back onto the bed between her legs, knife in hand.
“What were you thinking about?” she asks.
“No more talking, unless you’re screaming my name.”
I watch her bite her lower lip and smirk. I can tell she wanted to roll her eyes just then, but she didn’t. She’s learning that I can read her body better than anyone.
Glancing down at the knife in my hand, I take a deep breath and let it out slowly.
I still get a wave of nausea from looking at it.
Remembering the way that only the handle and a small part of the blade could be seen protruding from my stomach.
The feeling of it inside me as it shifted with each move I made.
This is why we need to make a new memory tonight. I want to be able to look at my favorite knife and visualize the woman I love fucking herself on the handle. I want to see it stained with our combined blood. I don’t want to see the haunting memory of it nearly ending my life.
I shake my head forcing the memory to be stuffed down again. Hidden but never truly gone. It’s time to have some fun.
“Don’t move, Little Rabbit.”
“Yes, Mr. Anderson,” she says my name slowly.
My cock throbs, pressing against the zipper of my jeans when she refers to me as Mr. Anderson.
I don’t know why it causes my pulse to race.
Maybe it’s the way she practically purrs it.
Maybe it’s because when she says it, all I can picture is her in a tight, short, black pencil skirt with a red top.
Skirt hiked up and bunched around her hips while she’s bent over my desk clawing at the wooden top as I pound into her from behind.
Fucking hell. We definitely have to do that after hours sometime.
“Good girl. Now remember, you say red, and we stop. No questions asked. Okay?”
“Yes, sir.”
Fuck, and there’s another word. This woman’s going to cause me to finish before I even get my cock out. I haven’t even had enough energy or lack of pain to finish myself off in the shower in months. Every time my core tightens, I can practically feel the blade inside me again.
I kneel close to her letting my fingers tease up her inner thigh. Getting closer to the drenched fabric barely covering her soaked cunt. Poor woman. She’s so aroused.
I take a single finger looping it in the small triangle of fabric to pull it away from her pussy. The cool air hits her, and I watch her hips tighten as she reacts to the sensation.
“I said don’t move, Little Rabbit. I don’t want to cut you…At least not yet.”
She whimpers as her hands tighten into fists, but she doesn’t move anywhere else on her body. She’s so cute when she’s flustered. I love it.
I bring my knife up slipping it beneath the fabric I’ve pulled away from her body, and then let the cool steel rest against her cunt.
I make sure to angle the blade so the tip won’t pierce her skin on her thighs.
She’s fully restrained, but I still don’t want to risk one of the straps loosening and her getting hurt.
She inhales sharply when she feels the knife between her thighs.
It shifts slightly letting the sharp blade easily slice through the thin scrap of fabric.
I cut the waistband next, pulling the soaked thong fully from around her hip and tossing it onto the floor.
She’s fully naked now, spread open just waiting for me.
I don’t waste any more time. I quickly stand, kick off my shoes, and pull off my shirt. I fumble with my belt for a second before pulling it through the loops and letting my jeans and boxers fall to the floor. I might still have a use for the belt.
Climbing onto the bed by her side, I’m able to catch every slight twitch of her body as she tries not to fight against the restraints. Her breathing is rapid, and she keeps licking her lips nervously. I lean over her letting my hand run down her body while I whisper against her neck.
“Are you nervous, Little Rabbit?”
“N…no.”
“Then why are you trembling?”
Her body is slightly shaking, almost like she’s vibrating.
Her skin isn’t chilled, so it’s not from the cool air.
It’s purely from arousal. I place my hand over her cunt letting my palm press against her clit.
I can feel her muscles pulse beneath my fingers as I slowly drag two fingers along her pussy coating them in her arousal before running the two fingers along the sides of her clit and slightly adding pressure.
Her back slightly arches as she moans from the feeling.
“So wet. I bet the handle would slip right in, wouldn’t it?” I say quietly as I continue to slide the sensitive bundle of nerves between my fingers.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Shhh,” I whisper as I press my forehead against her temple. “I want to take my time.”
My middle and ring fingers easily press inside her, and I’m rewarded by the most sinful moan that’s ever come out of her.
I guess keeping her blindfolded and teased for over an hour and a half drive has her toeing the edge of bliss.
If I stroke along her G-spot right now, she might just come.
To test my theory, I let one finger barely touch the spot and I watch her toes curl as another moan slips free.
“So sensitive, aren’t you? Desperate for me to fuck this needy pussy?”
“Yes,” she practically screams as I use both fingers to tease.
“Not yet. I have a lot I want to do, but first, I need you to come for me. Just once. I want to feel you come on my fingers.”
I’m increasing my speed as I thrust my fingers into her while kissing and biting the side of her neck. Her words are a jumbled mess of pleas and curses. I love seeing her like this. Raw, desperate, and void of shame as she begs for release. It’s perfect.
“Come for me, Willow.”
I slip a third finger inside her, curling them against her G-spot while pressing my palm hard against her clit as I bite down on her shoulder.
Her breath catches in her throat as she comes hard.
Her pussy tightens around my fingers holding me in place.
She screams through her release as I continue to slowly thrust my fingers in then pull out to the tips before pushing right back inside, forcing her to ride this wave as long as she can.
By the time her body calms and her breathing steadies, my hand and the bed are soaked from her orgasm, and that was just the first one.
“Such a good girl,” I praise her while kissing the side of her neck as I pull my hand free. She whimpers from the emptiness, practically begging for more.
I crawl over her placing myself between her thighs again. Goosebumps spread along her skin as I trace invisible patterns on her inner thighs.
“Do you want more?” I ask, making sure she still wants this.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Mr. Anderson,” she purrs.
I grab the strap and slip it under her before securing it on the front.
Her head tilts as she tries to figure out what I’m doing, but she doesn’t question it.
I grab the rose vibrator and turn it on.
A click can be heard before a faint buzzing noise starts.
Her lips part as the sound reaches her. Two more clicks put it at a level three out of ten.
I want to start slow since she’s so sensitive, but mark my words, it will be at the max level of ten before the night is up.
Now the fun can begin.