Summer❤
Once the footsteps had gone silent, I managed to get to my feet. Glancing at the clock in front of me, I’ve been standing in silence for the past twenty minutes, aimlessly staring at the wall in the kitchen. I feel my body begin to sway, becoming lightheaded as the adrenaline rapidly wears off.
Feeling my soul leap from my body, heavy footsteps thunder back to the front door. As my head snaps to the hall, the door crashes open, bouncing aggressively off the wall. Like a bat out of hell I manage to reach for the knife rack as the dark figure comes into view. Clutching the knife in my trembling hand, the familiar mask approaches with a purpose.
My eyes widen as I round the kitchen island. Applying distance between us, he finally speaks. His chest heaving, slamming his fists down on the table, causing glasses to fly off. Shattering to the ground as my heartbeat thunders in my ears.
“Put that knife down unless you know how to fucking use it.” He spits out at me, and my eyes dart between him and the butcher knife that shakes in my hand.
As soon as my focus moves from him, he pounces, swiping the knife from my hands as it flies across the floor. The large hand reaches out, gripping my throat hard, pulling me to his chest. My body smacks forcefully into his, and I feel his warm breath across my skin as our eyes are in a deadlock. The anger is rife, and his grip fierce as he pulls me through the apartment. My feet barely touching the floor as the bedroom door is thrown open, and I land with a thud on the bed.
Unable to push myself up, I feel him crawl over me. His broad body leaning so heavily into mine. A large blade glimmering in the moonlight catches my eye before it’s brought to my throat. A thin layer of sweat seeps from my skin as the blade is pushed against my sensitive skin.
“I should fucking cut you! He fucking followed you!” His harsh exclaim causes me to wince. “Arms above your head.”
Without hesitating or arguing, I obey the demand, allowing my arms to slowly raise above my head. As he reaches into the bag and pulls open the zip, he turns back to me. The sharp tug of flexi cuffs tugs on my skin as he tightens them. Managing to look up, unable to pull my arms away, my wide eyes fall back to the mask with a fearful, questioning look in my eyes.
“Wh-what are you doing?” I ask, merely audible whisper can be heard.
Tugging gently on my restraints, I feel the morbid curiosity creep over me. Watching him in awe, he finally turns back to me, holding a piece of black material.
“Doing something I’ve wanted to do since I first saw you, Summer. I want to see you fall apart, crying out and letting go of those fucking demons you seem to hold on to.” He leans in, as the material nears my eyes.
Blinking a few times, I process his words. The anger is still stitched into his words, but I’m not scared of what he’ll do for some unexplained reason. It’s wrong, it’s so fucking wrong, but I’m drawn to him. His presence gives me a feeling of safety, something I haven’t felt for a long time. In recent times, I’ve lived in fear of abuse and violence and walked around surrounded by a black cloud that could swallow me at any moment.
Once the blindfold is secured, my head relaxes on the pillow below. The darkness consumes my sight. My ears are alert and listening to every movement or creek in the room, but the feeling of his body sliding over mine once again sends warmth all through me. I feel his breath on my lips, gently ghosting across mine.
“Do you want this, Summer?”
I swallow the hard lump in my throat. “Yes.”
“You don’t even know what I’m going to do?” I feel his smirk graze my lips as I gently chew my bottom lip.
“I want to forget.” I say, a weight beginning to lift from my soul.
“Good.” Leaning in, he gently presses his lips soft lips to mine.
I feel the electricity shoot from my toes, traveling the length of my body. But as soon as I do, I feel the warmth move away. His fingertips gently grazing my stomach and gripping the waistband of my silk shorts, and I feel the need flood my core. When the waistband is gently pulled from my skin, a loud shearing sound rips through the room, causing me to gasp as the torn fabric is pulled with haste from my body.
“Shit.” I manage to squeak out when the cool air glides across my bare skin.
The bed shifts, holding my breath as his body slides down mine. Pushing my top up, his soft lips leave a gentle trail of kisses from my neck down my stomach. My breath hitches in my throat, feeling his strong hands push my knees apart before traveling back up, fisting the soft cotton vest top before another shred is heard, allowing my top to fall on either side of my body.
The thundering in my chest rapidly increases as I lie naked and exposed. My nipples harden when a gentle breeze ghosts across my tits, and my entire body is on fire. A shiver runs through me as the sharp blade is gently dragged from my wrist down to my thigh, leaving goosebumps in its wake. His lips crash down onto mine, and I fight the restraints to pull him closer, the plastic digging into my skin, causing it to burn. Lifting my head and allowing his tongue to sweep into my mouth, the kiss is aggressive and needy before he pulls abruptly away.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” He growls in my ear.
The bed shifts once again, feeling the warmth of his body sweep down mine. I lie frozen as a gentle blow of air skates across my inner thigh, causing me to jolt the restraints again. A low chuckle escapes him before his strong grip forces my knees further apart.
A loud groan escapes my throat, feeling his soft tongue glide over my soaked pussy, circling my throbbing clit immediately.
“Oh god!” I gasp while he continues in delicate circles before sliding two fingers into me. Arching my back, I cry out. “Fuck!”
His soaked fingers slide in and out of me as my needy moans fill the dark apartment. Gripping onto the restraints hard, I push myself down the bed, needing to feel closer. When the pad of his thumb connects with my clit, his fingers continue with the rhythmic thrusts when I feel his eyes on me, watching me fall apart, falling into a deadly trap.
“Come for me, Summer, come fucking hard on my tongue while I fucking enjoy the show.” The darkness in his voice sends my eyes rolling into the back of my head as I feel his tongue once again on me. Driving his fingers into me harder and harder each time, I can’t hold back. Stretching me and pushing me to the fucking hilt, I cry out. I cry hard, allowing my orgasm to rip through me. My back arches and my entire body spasms while I lie at his mercy.
Panting hard, his fingers move away, leaving a feeling of want and emptiness. Gliding them up my body, I feel my arousal smeared across my heavy tits before landing on my throat once again, gripping me hard his lips ghost over mine before he speaks.
“Once the funeral ends, you’ll leave this city and never return. No good will come to anyone if you stay here.”
My mouth falls open at these cold words, my heart sinks, and the entire room drains of any warmth.
“And stay the fuck away from Detective Grey. I know what you did, and you’re playing a fucking dangerous game, that I know you won’t win.” Speaking through gritted teeth, he releases my throat before shoving me back into the pillow.
The blade slices through the restraints, and my weak arms drop. Pushing the blindfold off quickly, the sight before me is dark. Two/Face looms over me like the dark reaper he is, the mask back in place while he stares down at me. Tears prick my eyes, and I lie frozen on the bed as the harsh reality of his words breaks what little hope he just offered.
I close my eyes and hear him move from the room and out of the apartment. Once the door closes, I allow my tears to fall. Loneliness and emptiness consuming me, like I knew it eventually would.