96. Noah
NOAH
The second the rose vibrator is secured into the strap and suctions to her clit, her back arches.
A desperate moan comes from deep inside her tempting me to turn the vibrator up another level.
Her breathing is rapidly picking up as she tries not to move her body.
Such a good girl, still trying to obey me even though she’s dying to fight against the restraints.
I can see it in the way her fingers clench then unclench, nails digging into her palms. Her hips barely move, flexing as she desperately tries to thrust. Fuck. This might be better than the truck. This might be my new favorite way to have her.
“How’s it feel?” I ask as I slide my hand up the center of her stomach then back down to add just a little pressure to the rose.
“Fuck,” she moans.
“That’s not an answer, Little Rabbit.”
I click the button twice on the rose putting it up to a level five. The vibrations intensify causing her body to tremble as incoherent sounds come from her lips.
“So…. Good,” she whimpers.
Good.
I lean over her pressing my body against hers, pinning the vibrator between my body and her clit. She starts shaking her head back and forth as she tries to wrap her legs around me to pull me closer, but her legs aren’t even able to come close.
“Damn…it…Fuck!” she screams as her chest flushes red and her body tenses with her second orgasm of the night.
“Such a beautiful sight,” I praise her as I caress the side of her breast then circle her nipple with my thumb. “Don’t move, Willow,” I reprimand her, feeling her tugging on the wrist straps.
I reach behind me, finding the knife and wrapping my hand around the cold handle. I let my body temperature slowly warm the steel as I continue to torture her nipple with the other hand. Pinching and flicking against the tip with my thumb, watching her body struggle beneath my hands.
I let the tip of the knife slowly run up her leg from her ankle, the blade barely kissing her skin. It leaves behind a small red line, just barely a scratch. It’s beautiful watching her perfect pale skin turn red for me.
“Noah…Is that the one from the truck? From that night?” she asks breathlessly.
I glance down at the knife in my hand wondering if I made the right decision choosing this one.
Should I just run back out to the truck and grab the other knife?
Guilt twists in my stomach. What if she doesn’t see it the way I do?
What if she doesn’t feel that by doing this with the knife that nearly took me from her, we’re reclaiming our control? Replacing the pain with pleasure.
“Noah?” she whimpers my name.
I didn’t realize I had rested the knife down on her stomach and placed my hand over it… the same spot where it stabbed me.
“It’s not the one from the truck,” I finally manage to answer.
“Oh. You have another knife you’d prefer to…What was it you said that night? Taste me on its blade forever.”
She laughs, but it comes out stuttered as I click the vibrator up another click. Level six. Over halfway there. Beneath my hand and the knife, I can feel her abdominal muscles flexing. Tensing and un-tensing as she struggles to obey.
“I want to taste you on all of my blades, Little Rabbit. You taste so sweet,” I tease as I run a finger through her arousal barely letting my finger slip inside before bringing it to my lips and licking the taste of her off. “Fuck, Willow,” I groan.
She softly whimpers from the mental image of what I’m doing. I lean forward placing the knife on the bed next to us, and bring my lips to hers. I let her taste herself on my tongue and am rewarded with a soft gasp against my lips.
“But this knife doesn’t just need the taste of you on its blade. It needs the memories changed. Can you help me do that?” I ask with only a hint of hesitation in my voice.
“Noah…What knife is it?” she hesitantly asks.
I lean and lift her blindfold off so that she can see as I pick up the knife again.
“Is that…How did you get that back?”
“I have my ways. Money can get you just about anything in this life. But money can’t change the past. It can’t make the nightmares from that night disappear.
I need you for that, Little Rabbit. I need your help so that when I look at this knife, the only thing I can think of is your pleasure.
Not the memory of bleeding out on that floor unable to help you as my mind faded into the darkness only hearing the sound of you screaming in pain. ”
I can see the tears in her eyes. I know I’ve woken her up with my nightmares just like in the hospital, but she doesn’t ask about them.
She doesn’t pressure me into talking about it because we both know that talking about the pain doesn’t make it go away.
It doesn’t fix or change anything that happened.
We can only acknowledge it, make new memories, and move the fuck on. That’s what this is tonight.
“I don’t want to hear your pained screams in my mind. I only want to hear you screaming from pleasure. The pleasure that I give you. Can you do that for me, Little Rabbit? Will you help me?”
“Whatever you need to do, do it. Use me. Take what you need. Break me then put me back together, if it helps you move past that night. I’ll be with you no matter what. I love you, Noah. I always will, no matter what. I love you and your darkness.”
“Fuck, Willow,” I groan as I press myself against her pinning her to the mattress.
My cock is throbbing, aching to be buried inside her. I roll my hips grinding against her and feel the vibrator against my shaft. Her moans are hypnotic, luring me into her own darkness.
“Noah!” she screams as I bite onto her nipple, the sound edging me closer.
“Blindfold back on,” I whisper against her skin as I trail kisses up her chest then her neck until my lips rest against her ear. “I don’t want you to be able to see a thing. I only want you to feel me, hear my voice, and taste my desire for you. Only for you.”
I kiss her again before I slide the blindfold back on completely blocking out her sight. Taking away one of the senses heightens the rest. I wonder if she’d respond just as well with sound taken away.
“Please, Noah,” she whimpers. “I need you. I need all of you.”
All of me. The good and the bad. My darkness, the one thing I was afraid of her truly finding out about. But I can see now that she accepts me no matter what.
I shift back down her body trailing the knife down the center of her throat then between her breasts.
Her body slightly arches causing the edge to nick her skin.
Her hiss morphs into a moan as I run the blade over her breasts.
The single line of red is now beading with a small trail of blood.
I flick my wrist, and another small cut is nicked into her breast next to her nipple, but she doesn’t cry out from the pain.
No, she fucking moans like the little demon she is.
She’s finally giving in to the darkness inside her. Accepting the pain and letting herself be unashamed by the euphoric pleasure she’s feeling.
I click the vibrator up to a level seven causing her breath to catch in her throat as her body spasms. I held the knife away when I did it, and I’m glad I did.
I want to show my little rabbit pain, but I don’t want to actually hurt her.
The way her body arched when the vibrator hit the next level, the tip would have pierced into her breast.
“Noah. Oh Fuck. Oh God…”
I clamp my hand over her mouth pressing the spine of the blade against her throat. She whimpers and moans against my palm trying to thrust her hips against my thigh pressed between her legs.
“I told you before, Little Rabbit. God’s not here. He can’t save you. No one can save you from me. You’re mine. You always have been and always will be,” I growl as I lick along her throat just above the blade.
Her body is trembling, almost violently vibrating beneath me. I don’t know if she’s panicking or if she’s falling into that euphoric headspace from the pleasure.
“Give me a color, Willow. Green, you’re good. Yellow, slow down. Red, we stop,” I demand as I pull the knife away from her throat and my hand away from her mouth.
“Green. Fuck, green! Green! Green!” she screams as I watch her thrash against the restraints as another orgasm hits her. That’s three.
Her pussy clenches on nothing as the rose continues to suck on her clit. She’s soaked. The bed is also soaked. Her body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and a beautiful trail of blood runs down the side of her breast to pool on her sternum.
“So needy,” I hum as I trail a finger through the small puddle of blood.
I trail it down her stomach leaving a crimson smear against her pale skin. It’s beautiful. She is beautiful.
I lean forward leaving the knife resting against her stomach, and run my tongue along the cut on her breast. Her hips buck pressing the knife against my body, the steel still cool against my flesh.
“Fuck, Noah. Please!” she screams as my tongue circles her sensitive nipple before my teeth clamp around it.
Her screams fill the room. The sound carries so beautifully as it echoes off the log walls.
The scent of blood and arousal mixes with the warm, smoky smell from the fireplace below.
It’s overwhelming and erotic. The coppery taste fills my mouth as I lick, kiss, and suck her blood-stained skin.
Metallic and sweet, a taste all her own.
I’ve never been with a woman who wanted to do this, who begged me to use my knife on her.
I mentioned it to one other woman I was dating when we were discussing our fantasies and sexual desires.
She claimed to be dark and said she was into some freaky shit.
Well, her version of “freaky” was getting tied up and fucked.
Nothing else. No whips. No paddles. No pain.
Her darkness was a mere rain cloud barely blocking out the sun. Whereas mine was a black abyss wanting to consume her screams. We were not the same.