96. Noah #2
“You bleed so beautifully for me, Willow. So fucking beautiful. Your pleas. Your trust. Your love. All of it is for me. Each scream, each moan, every fucking tear that rolls down your cheek. It’s mine. You’re mine.”
“Yes!” she screams as I click the vibrator up to a level eight.
“Say it!”
“I’m yours, Noah. Yours. Only yours!”
“That’s my good girl. My beautiful, perfect, Little Rabbit.”
I flip the knife around, grip the blade, then push the handle inside her all the way to the hilt in one thrust.
“Oh, fuck. Yes. Oh, fuck. Noah!”
Her words come out slurred together, curses, pleas, and moans all at once.
Her back arches, her head thrashes back and forth as all the air leaves her lungs.
This handle is bigger than the other one, but her pussy stretches so beautifully around it.
Only adding to the new memory we’re building together.
“Fuck. That’s it, Willow. Scream for me. I want to hear you come again.”
“Pl…Please, Noah…I…I can’t,” she pants.
“Say the word, Willow. Say it, and we stop.”
“Green,” she screams, not wanting to stop.
I click the vibrator up to a level nine, and I watch her body tense.
No sound leaves her as her limbs straighten.
Her lips part on a silent scream as I start to thrust the knife handle in and out of her.
Bringing the rounded pommel right to the edge watching her clench around it before shoving it back inside.
Watching as her next orgasm crashes over her.
Four.
Her voice finally cracks through, that beautiful scream ricocheting off the walls and into my fucking soul. I need more. I can’t wait any longer.
I slowly pull the handle out of her and set it on the bed. My hand is sliced open adding to my own concoction of pleasure and pain. The sting intensifies when I grip onto her hip smearing her skin with my blood letting it mix with the existing trails of her own.
“I love you, Little Rabbit,” I say calmly before I grab both of her hips and thrust inside her.
Her gasps are urging me on pushing me to go faster. I need to feel her come one more time. She can give me one more, I know she can.
I lean forward and rip the blindfold off. Her tear-stained cheeks and smeared eyeliner only enhance her beauty. Her raw, animalistic, chaotic beauty that I fucking love. The universe couldn’t have made a more perfect soul to match my own. She truly does complete me.
“You. Are. Mine.”
Each word is accentuated with a thrust of my hips, driving me deeper into her. I grab my knife, holding the blade near her throat again as she stares into my soul.
“Say it, Little Rabbit. I need to hear you say it again.”
I click the vibrator up to the max level and watch her body start to spasm beneath me. Her eyes roll back as she screams. I can feel her pussy tightening around my cock as another orgasm crashes over her stealing every last drop of energy from her body.
“I’m yours!” she screams one last time as her eyes close.
Five.
One last thrust and I’m coming. Filling her fully as her moans drift off into whimpers. Her pussy clenches and unclenches around my cock as she pulls every last drop out of me.
I turn off the vibrator, eliciting another whimper from her lips before there’s nothing but silence. I drop the knife off the side of the bed onto the plush carpet below. It’ll stain, but that’s a problem for tomorrow.
“Fuck, Little Rabbit,” I groan as I collapse against her.
The steady rise and fall of her chest lets me know she’s asleep.
She passed out with that last orgasm, and I can’t help the pride swelling in my chest. I did that.
I brought her to that level, and she let me.
She screamed green over and over knowing she had full control to end it if she wanted to.
But she didn’t. No, she wanted the darkness. She wanted me.
I quickly unhook the wrist and ankle straps, then slip off the vibrator and harness, before walking into the bathroom and filling the tub.
It faces another set of double doors that look out over the forest of trees that separates our home from the road.
I pull the curtains back. Letting the moon cast the only light into the room.
The scent of cherry blossoms fills the room from her favorite bubble bath, which I made sure to pack. With the tub half-filled, I shut off the water and make my way back into the bedroom. I’m not surprised to find her still asleep.
I open the med kit making sure to pull everything out so that when we’re done with the bath, I can tend to her cuts and my own. Glancing at my hand, I can still see the blood that refuses to coagulate. I’ll be fine. I’ve had worse.
I chuckle to myself looking at the knife on the ground then at the scar on my stomach.
It’s healing, but there will always be a scar.
A reminder of the night I was almost taken from her.
But then I glance at the knife again then at the apex of her thighs where my cum slowly leaks out of her and onto the black comforter.
I drag my finger through the puddle of blood still between her breasts, then trace a single heart just above where her own heart lies.
“You’ve always had my heart, Willow, and you always will. I thank the universe every day for bringing you back to me. I love you, Little Rabbit.”
A small smile appears, and a contented sigh leaves her lips as if she heard me.
I scoop under her back and legs carrying her into the bathroom.
I climb into the tub with her still in my arms setting her between my legs with her back against my chest. A small hiss is all the noise she makes as she sharply inhales when the water hits the cuts.
Her body starts to stir, but I wrap my arms around her and then kiss the top of her head as I tuck her against me. Her body sighs as she relaxes against my own.
“Sleep, Little Rabbit. I’ll take care of you.”