Chapter 12
Twelve
Ari
He bound my hands again, but I didn’t do anything to stop him. Instead, I watched carefully, observing his movements like they were important while he moved quickly to restrain me.
“If you have to kill me, why are you doing this? Why wait?” I asked quietly, motioning my head towards the red silk tie as he pushed me back towards his bed again.
“Because I haven’t decided what I'm going to do, and hunger makes me dangerous.”
“And what makes you… hungry?” I asked slowly, choosing my words carefully.
“You.”
His words sent a bolt of lightning to my thighs as I sucked a breath in, but he yanked on the knot tight as he attached me to the headboard, not sparing the moment to run his eyes over my body.
When he was done, he stood up quickly, walking across the room as I used my opposite foot to slip off my shoe before kicking it off the bed.
At the sound of the first shoe hitting the floor, V whipped around to look at me like I’d done something wrong.
"What are you doing?”
“Getting comfortable. I figured you probably don't want shoes on your bed.”
His eyes flickered to my body, then back again to the floor where I assumed my shoes had landed. “Is this a game to you?”
“Maybe,” I shrugged, using my feet to scoot myself up until I was sitting up with my hands clasped together over my right shoulder. “Why, is it working?”
His movements were faster than I'd expected, and a sharp thrill ran through my spine as my brain registered him already kneeling between my legs. I didn’t have time to react before his hands were on each side of my head, gripping the headboard tight enough to make it creak, and his breathing was so ragged that his panting made me weak in the knees.
“Do not tempt me, Ari,” he said slowly, his jaw clenching so tight I thought his teeth might break. “It’s already hard enough to keep my composure when I’m around you, and I’m trying to figure out what to do.”
But instead of backing down or cowering, I raised my chin to meet his gaze. “If this is what it takes to get you to touch me again, then I have no intention of stopping anything.”
His eyes narrowed at me, daring me to disobey, but I didn't back down. Suddenly, he dropped both of his arms to my waist, yanking me down until I was laying on my back with my hands above my head again.
“I told you to stop,” he growled, his nose only inches from mine.
“No,” I whispered.
“Then you're a fool.”
“If I’m such a fool, why do you like it so much?
” I asked, my voice low as I lifted my knee slowly, rubbing it along the inside of his thigh until I found the thick shaft of his cock, already hard.
His body shuddered at my touch as he fought the urge to close his eyes.
Once he regained composure, he moved his hand to my throat, squeezing it.
“Fine. You leave me no other choice. Beg me to stop, or I’ll kill you right now,” he whispered into my ear, but the tightening of his fingers sent a rush through me.
“No,” I said weakly, tilting my head backwards so he could get a better grip.
“Beg,” he commanded, loosening his grip just long enough to send a euphoric rush of blood to my head before tightening them again. “I won't stop unless you beg.”
“Please,” I whispered, my air running out as pressure built in my head and I felt my heartbeat in my temples. “Please.”
“Please, what?” he asked, but his body told a different story as he rubbed himself against me. He was enjoying this just as much as I was.
“Please bite me,” I whispered, the sound barely scraping out of my mouth.
He let go immediately, jerking his body backwards as he stared at me in horror. “What!?”
I laid there, gasping for air as blood rushed to my head again, and a sloppy smile found its way to my face. I’d caught him off-guard.
“No.” He said firmly, grabbing fistfuls of blanket from each side of the bed as he sat back on his knees and frowned.
“I want you to bite me,” I said again, begged again. “Please.”
“No. If I bite you, I can’t stop. You want to die? Is that it? Do you have a death wish? I don’t understand.”
“I-I know it’s crazy. You probably think I’m delusional, but I want to know what you feel like,” I admitted.
“I can’t.”
“You can.”
Silence sat between us until he shook his head, looking around the room like he was looking for answers.
“Close your eyes,” he commanded, standing up from the bed. I did as he said, listening to his movements as he opened what sounded like the dresser drawer. There was a moment of silence, then the mattress shifted under his weight as he climbed back over me.
The slip of cool satin was soft against my face, but I didn’t open my eyes as he tied the fabric into place around my head and my heart thudded in my chest at the anticipation of being touched again.
His hot breath brushed against my collarbone, right where my borrowed dress shirt had fallen open to expose my chest. Goosebumps prickled along every surface of my body and my skin exploded into fireworks at the press of his lips to my collarbone.
He dragged his mouth along the upper curve of my breast, nipping my flesh lightly as he undid the only buttons I’d bothered to clasp.
His mouth trailed a few seconds behind his work, forcing my heartbeat to thud faster, until the fabric had been thrown open and my skirt had been yanked off my hips to reveal my bare skin below.
“If you scream, or if you move, my instincts will take over and I will kill you. I promise,” he growled into my ear suddenly, causing me to take a sharp breath in, but I heard him smile in response and I wished with every fiber of my being that I had seen it.
“But if it’s any consolation, it wouldn’t be on purpose. ”
I only nodded, and his left hand slipped behind my neck, drawing me upwards off the pillow slightly.
His other hand quickly brushed my hair out of the way, and then I didn’t have time to prepare myself before I felt the sharp prick of teeth as they pierced my neck.
But instead of pain, all I could focus on was the two fingers he had slipped between us, plunging into me.
Instead of a scream, I let out a moan of pleasure as waves of euphoria crashed over me.
It was unlike anything I’d ever felt before in my entire life, and no drug in the world had ever come close to this.
I didn't even have time to process what was happening before wave after wave of ecstasy crashed through me, and I came so hard, I saw stars.
I could feel him sucking my blood. It almost felt like he was tugging on something deep within me, drawing it out.
If I focused on the feeling too long, I was sure I would be sick, but he didn't stop fucking me with his hand.
Instead, he upped the pace, slipping another finger inside me, squeezing his thumb against my windpipe as I bucked my pelvis against him.
I struggled to do anything other than gasp for air as he started grinding his hips into the bed, and I frantically gripped the fabric that tied my wrists to the headboard like it might prevent me from shattering again.
My second release was eons above the first, and I felt it so hard, my legs shook and lightning crackled behind my eyelids until I was screaming. But not from pain. From pleasure. And at that, V removed his mouth from my neck with a loud gasp.
The feeling of his sudden withdrawal left me lightheaded, and I begged for his forgiveness. “I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scream.”
But instead of killing me, his forehead pressed against mine and he let out a shuddering sigh. “I’d give anything to hear you do it again.”
“Fuck me,” I whispered, unable to form any other thought beyond the ache at my core he had awoken. “Fine. Please. I need you to fuck me.”
I wasn’t satisfied—far from it—and I did my best to lift my mouth to his, but I couldn't reach.
“I don't do that,” he replied back, completely breathless as his fingers lazily moved in and out of me. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” I breathed, my hips still moving against his hand as he slipped another one inside me, stretching me to my limit. I felt a drip of something warm fall onto my cheek and he paused, withdrawing his fingers.
“What?” I whined, my body too empty without the feeling of him inside me. I had just gotten used to it, and I needed more.
“Blood,” he whispered, brushing the drip off my cheek with what felt like his thumb.
I heard the sound of him sucking something off his fingers, and wondered if it was my blood, or my orgasms. Maybe both.
“I want to taste it.” The words left my mouth before I had time to process them, but there was no turning back.
There was a moment of stillness as I waited to see what would happen next. The room was so quiet that I could hear the ticking of the clock again, and I wished I could see what my violist was doing as he hovered over me.
“You're confused from the blood loss,” he said firmly, like it was a fact.
“I’m not confused. I want to taste what you taste when you lose control.”
I had expected him to get off the bed. To walk away and be done with me, but he didn’t.
Instead, his mouth crashed into mine suddenly, our tongues colliding, and the taste of hot metal mixed with him coated my tongue.
It was familiar, like breathing air for the first time.
My attention shifted slightly to the slight trickle of blood on my neck, and he removed his mouth only long enough to lick it away.
It sent chills down my spine as I let out a gasp.
When he sat back, I heard him whisper to himself, “Fuck me.”
It was like music to my ears, so I let out a soft giggle. “I’d love to, if you're offering.”
The silence filled the room again as his body froze, but I could feel him watching me. Studying me.
He said nothing as he moved slowly, his body shifting above me until his mouth found the skin just above my left hip, and he sunk his teeth into my skin.
I sucked in a breath at the sudden sting of pain, but once again, it was replaced with the feeling of his fingers slipping inside me, filling me with the pleasure I’d desperately missed.
But instead of feeding for a long time like before, he removed his mouth fairly quickly, shifting his body lower towards the foot of the bed.
All of my senses were on high alert as I twisted my wrists within their silk restraints, holding onto the red fabric for dear life as he sunk another bite into my thigh.
This time, I let out a small cry as the feeling of his teeth weren’t paired with the pleasure of his fingers curling within me. But I heard him take a deep breath in as if he was breathing in the scent of me before removing his mouth again.
It sounded like he stood up, and I wondered if he was done with me. If that was the extent of my euphoric torture as exhaustion started to tug at the corners of my mind, but I heard the soft thud of his belt as it hit the floor, and my heartbeat quickened again.
“I can hear it when your heartbeat spikes. I can hear when I do something that you like from across the room, and it drives me mad,” he groaned, his voice low and breathless.
“I’m sorry,” I said back, taking a deep breath to try to slow my pulse down.
“No, don’t,” he whined, his movements torturously slow as he crawled up my body. “Don’t try to calm yourself down.”
His fingers found the knots around my wrists, and it was only a moment before my hands were free.
It was nice to be able to reach up and touch him, so I did, frantically undoing buttons and tugging off clothes.
Bare skin pressed together as his mouth found mine, and I tasted nothing but metallic sweetness again.
“I know I shouldn’t want you,” he said, pushing himself into me as I threw my head back in pleasure.
“But fuck. I do. I never get what I want,” he groaned, thrusting harder again and again as he struggled to hold himself back, and I held onto his wrists as he grabbed my hips.
“I’m so tired,” thrust, “of not getting,” thrust, “what I want.”
“Then I’m all yours,” I moaned, already teetering on the edge again. “I’m all yours. You can have me.”