Chapter 44
Pain & Pleasure
Sour Switchblade by Elita
Iwake up on top of the covers of my bed.
The stars and moon are shining softly through the bedroom window.
I sit up slowly and look around, slightly confused.
I rub my eyes softly and sigh. I’ve heard that people can hallucinate from marijuana, but never did I think that would happen to me.
Shit, I wonder how high those THC levels were.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed to grab my bag and read the label of what I’d smoked before I fell asleep.
I look down, and in between my legs is Mary with her sharpened teeth shining at me in a feral smile.
“Boo,” she whispers as I rip my legs back up onto the bed and scream.
My heart starts racing again with unrelenting fear. I thought I was just high. I swore it was just the weed. Wasn’t it?
“No, no, no,” I chant to myself in complete denial. The ghost shoots up suddenly, standing with her arms crossed as she clicks her tongue.
“We’ve already been over this, Bluebird. I am real. This is real.” I fling my attention to where her eyes would be and clench my jaw.
“I am starting to understand that,” I growl at her. Somehow her grin grows in response to my attitude, and I roll my eyes as I lie back down on the bed and stare at the ceiling.
She circles around my bed, observing me. “What? No screaming and panic anymore?” she asks with curiosity bleeding into her tone, her footsteps as soft as the snow falling outside the window. I sigh and look down at her from the corner of my eye.
“Why would I? It doesn’t change anything.” She halts her steps and slowly tilts her head to the side, watching me closer. I feel goosebumps prickle over my skin under her attention. How is it possible that I can feel the caress of her eyes across me without even seeing them? I flush and look away.
“Why didn’t you–” I gesture over my body, “Get what you needed to leave? I was going to consent to whatever was needed for you to leave.” She doesn’t say anything for a moment before she continues her steps around my bed.
“You were under the influence. I wasn’t going to ask anything of you until you were in your right mind.”
I roll my eyes. “It was just weed.”
She rushes in front of me, her face inches from mine as she floats above my body, “Yes, just weed. The words you chanted to convince yourself that this wasn’t happening.”
I swallow as I observe her features closely. The tip of her nose turned slightly upward to the arch of her brows peeking through the lace that covers her eyes. I find myself lifting my hand to her face and stroking the lace. She disappears suddenly, and I swallow in embarrassment and confusion.
“What, you can’t be touched?” I raise an eyebrow at her sitting on the window bench again.
She glances over her shoulder at me and shrugs.
My breath catches in my throat at the subtle gesture, one that is so human that for a second I wonder how she became this way in the first place.
My heart squeezes at the thought as Mary glances back out the window.
“You might want to answer that.”
“Answer what?” I ask when my phone starts to ring.
I climb off the bed and snag my phone to see that Grace is FaceTiming me once again.
I stare at the picture of her smiling with records around her head until the call becomes missed.
I see she’s tried calling a few other times, and I unlock my phone to see a message come through.
Grace:
Hey, just give me a call when you have the chance. I know it’s late, but I’m worried, B. I’m here, never forget it.
I clench my jaw as pain, love, and grief overwhelm me.
I throw my phone on the bedside table and grab my backpack.
I unzip the front pocket and pull out my rainbow pocket knife.
I flip open the blade, and it shimmers in the starlight as Mary whips her head in my direction.
I have spent years denying myself of things that I want out of fear.
Years of hiding from my emotions and desires.
Years. I’m sick of denying myself the things that I crave out of fear of losing someone or something.
I grin at Mary. I can’t lose something that’s already lost… that’s already dead.
I place the blade underneath my collarbone and close my eyes as I press the tip into my skin.
My breath catches at the stinging pain, but I don’t pull the blade away.
I exhale, dragging the sharp point along my flesh, feeling the rush of warmth spill onto my skin and drip down my chest. Mary appears in front of me, her tongue flicking out as she laps at the wound.
I moan at the irresistible sensation her tongue evokes in me.
“Take it, Mary. Just take it,” I moan out huskily as she presses her face roughly against the wound. The mixture of pain and pleasure starts to overwhelm my senses.
Heat rushes to my pussy as I find myself squeezing my legs for any sense of relief. I feel Mary chuckle against my flesh as I blush. Nothing gets past her. I shake my head, swallowing my embarrassment, refusing to allow a silly emotion to prevent me from enjoying something so fucking good.
I grab her hand, and she stills as I press it to the top of my flannel pajama pants. She doesn’t move, and I open my eyes, looking down at her as she pulls her head away from the top of my chest, now looking down at me with her lips stained red from my blood.
“That’s not a part of the summoning,” she whispers heavily.
I observe her. Sure, her chest isn’t panting in a heavy breath of desire, but I can tell I’m affecting her as much as she is affecting me. The thought urges me on, bringing forth a confidence I haven’t felt before.
“Touch me, Mary,” I whisper under hooded eyes.
Mary stands there, watching me as my body trembles in anticipation.
I fidget slightly on my feet as I feel the blood from the slice drip down between my breasts.
Maybe I read this entire situation wrong?
I start to step back when I feel her lift my legs out from underneath me and place me on the bed.
I exhale a laugh as I lean back onto my forearms, looking at her as she crawls across the bed with her feral grin. She kisses up the side of my leg slowly, and my jaw drops at the sight of this demon terrorizing my senses. God, I wish my pants were off right now.
“Mary…” I whimper as she makes her way to my abdomen, completely bypassing the apex that craves her the most. I fall onto my back as she kisses up my stomach, slowly lifting up my tank top.
I lift my arms, helping her take it off until I’m just in a white lace bra.
The crimson of my blood stains the left lace, a sight so erotic my clit throbs.
Mary hesitates too, taken aback by the image before descending on my sternum.
She trails her split tongue along my flesh, tasting and cleansing the blood.
I shiver under the sensation, knowing how fucking good it feels to have her tongue on my wounds.
She pulls my breasts out of the lace cups and continues to tease me.
“Please— just, please–” I whimper out garbled words, unsure of what I’m trying to ask of her when she chuckles.
She places her lips around my nipple, and I gasp as her teeth gently graze along the peak.
She quickly turns the pain into pleasure as she sucks softly, and I moan, falling deeper into the comforter of the bed.
She pulls her lips tightly around the nipple and lets it go with a loud pop.
“Look at you, trembling for me. Look at how beautiful you bleed.”
She traces the remaining blood from the top of my breast back to the cut, trailing her tongue across it softly as I let out a low moan.
I grip her hair, pulling her tighter against the pain, desperate for her to suck harder and evoke that uncontrollable pleasure that only her tongue can bring.
She maintains soft strokes, and I let go of her hair, leaning onto my arms to observe her when she swiftly brings her hand to the top of my pajama pants, pulling them apart at the button.
Shoutout to “men’s” clothing. She softly places her hand in the hole and strokes down my apex with one quick movement. I buck on the bed and watch her grin.
“Tell me, Bluebird… has anyone ever made you come within seconds?” She grins as I pinch my brows together in doubt.
Her pointer finger quickly finds my clit over my soaken panties as I moan again.
She presses just enough as she licks along my cut that I combust instantly.
All she had to do was touch it, and I was exploding.
I scream into nothingness as stars flash across my vision while her finger swirls around my nub.
I must drown in the pleasure for what feels like hours when my breaths slow down and my body settles back into the bed. She grins as her finger gently swipes across my clit one more time, my body jumping at the heightened sensation, instantly craving more of her.
“Fuuuuuck,” I whisper as she pulls her hand out of the hole in my pants, bringing her finger to her mouth. She sucks on it and moans as her tongue flicks around the appendage.
“I don’t know what tastes better, Bluebird. Your blood or your cunt.” I flush at her vulgarity and lean forward onto my hands and knees to climb on top of her, suddenly desperate to taste her.
“My turn,” I growl, when suddenly, she vanishes again.
I laugh and look around for her. “Mary, come back,” I say in between giggles. I climb off the bed and glance around. She isn’t by the window where she usually appears. My heart sinks as my mind starts racing with the what-ifs.
“Mary, I’m sorry. I just thought…” I trail off as I look under the bed. Nothing. “Mary, come back.”
I start to get nervous, feeling frustrated with myself too for even missing someone who was only in my life for hours.
“What the fuck,” I mumble to myself. I hear knocking and walk towards the bedroom door.
I glance down and remember that my chest is covered in blood, and I’m not wearing a shirt either.
I open the door gently and peek into the hallway, seeing nothing. “Hello?” I whisper, looking back and forth. I hear knocking again, but this time I hear it clearly come from behind me. I shut the door, locking it, as I swing around looking around the room.
“Mary, stop. Don’t scare me. I know some people like fear mixed with pleasure…
” I halt my steps and laugh again. “Okay, maybe I’m some people.
” I glance around when I hear the knocking again.
I quickly look to my left, where the bureau stands across from my bed.
I glance at one of the open drawers and then up to the mirror that sits above it and stumble back. Inside the mirror is Mary.