Chapter 45
Mirror Play & Snow Fall
Kiss Me Now by Pierce The Veil
Irush to the mirror and place my hand against it as she smiles wistfully at me. “Mary, what—what happened? Why are you in the mirror again?”
She sighs. “Perfect timing, right?”
She turns around and paces in the void around her. I lift my brow in confusion, press my hand against the glass slowly again, and find that it is still solid.
“But, why?” I whisper, looking down, avoiding the hidden gaze she holds on me. One that I can feel everywhere without looking.
“The blood. The summons was complete. I personally think it shouldn’t have been enough, but alas, here we are.”
I snort back a laugh, and this time, I see the mask over her eyes lift, surely her eyebrow raising in confusion at my reaction.
I clear my throat, lifting my hand up to scratch the back of my head awkwardly.
“Uh, I just… I’m going to have to agree with you there.
” I swallow the lump in my throat even admitting that, because what psychopath admits to not drawing enough blood for someone?
I peek up at her through my lashes, and her smile fades slowly into one of shock. I stare at her lips, getting lost in the beauty of her features, when after a few moments her lips lift into a feral smile again.
“Where have you been my whole life, Bluebird?”
I flush and smile back softly. I shrug. “I guess hiding in the garage too long…” I gaze at the mirror longer when an idea emerges in my mind.
“Wait, are you able to travel to different mirrors?” I find myself smiling and approaching the mirror when the smile on her face that I’ve grown to love drops instantly.
“Yes,” she replies, void of all emotions.
The harshness stings, and I swallow another lump in my throat. “Sorry, I just thought–”
“No, Bluebird, you’re fine. I just… I can’t leave them.”
“But, why not?” I rush out, yet instantly feel frustrated at my inability to shut up and not be nosy.
She rushes closer to the mirror and her voice whispers, “Shh, I can’t let him hear us.”
I look over my shoulder, double-checking that the door is closed, and lean back into the mirror. “Let who–”
“SHH!” She smashes against the glass with her fist, vibrating the glass loudly.
“Okay, okay, okay!” I lift my hands up in surrender, startled. Mary’s head hangs down, pressed against the glass as we stand in complete silence. The mood has changed suddenly, and I feel the regret of letting my curiosity get the better of me.
“It’s fine,” she mumbles. “Just—just don’t ask. I can’t talk about it.” She lifts her head up, fresh blood seeping from below her eyes. “Not without risking your safety.”
Goosebumps spread across my skin as a new fear sinks in about the secrets of this mansion. I look around and think of the owner, wondering how we actually booked this place in the first place. I’ll figure this out, but not right now. I bring my attention back to Mary.
This might not be ideal that she’s behind a glass, but I’m not letting this evening with her end here.
“But, what about bleeding again? Would that be a risk to my safety?” I smirk as I lean back against the foot of the bed.
I lean my arm back and feel around until my fingertips graze the cool metal of the switchblade.
I grin as I pull it in front of me, swing the blade open, and wave it back and forth in front of my face.
“Shall I try summoning you again, Mary?” I purr as I watch her body vibrate subtly. Fuck yeah, she wants me.
“Do it.”
Her voice echoes around the room, and I grin. I toss the blade back on the bed and stand up in front of the mirror, quickly closing my eyes. “Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary, Bloody Mary.” I keep my eyes closed for another moment longer for good measure.
I peek one eye open slowly and watch Mary lift her hand, pressing it firmly against the glass, but it doesn't come through. Both of our jaws clench in unison at the unspoken.
“That’s unfortunate,” she spits out.
I grunt in agreement. I’m pissed, frustrated, and horny. The universe must be laughing at me.
“The fun doesn’t have to stop,” she croons, determination radiating from her as she juts her chin up.
“No, it doesn’t have to,” I breathily agree as I step backwards towards the bed and place my fingers in the band of my flannel pants, slowly pulling them down my body seductively.
I shimmy my hips for dramatic effect and watch Mary’s gaze lock onto my ministrations as I grin.
I step out of the pants and lean against the bed again, slowly spreading my legs while placing the blade just below my belly button.
“Tell me what to do, Mary. Command me.”
I look up at her, feeling the blood race through my ears at the confidence she continues to evoke inside of me. She grins and licks her teeth. They sharpen to points as she leans closer to the mirror, getting her fill of my body.
“You are divine,” she exhales breathily.
“Bring that blade down towards that precious pussy, Bluebird. Do it slowly.”
I nod eagerly as I take the tip of the blade and ever so gently glide it down my abdomen, leaving small spots of blood as it scrapes along my skin. I gasp at the soft sting it creates but relax into it, the feeling of the pain a familiar touch.
“Good girl. Go to the corner of your inner thigh now… yes, just like that.”
I exhale shakily as I bring the tip to the sensitive skin on my inner thigh and look at Mary with apprehension.
“Trust me, Bluebird. I will make you sing.”
I nod, letting myself relax completely against the bed as I spread my legs further apart.
The thought of submitting to her once again terrifies me, but the thought of not obeying her haunts me more.
There’s a piece of my soul that is desperate to appease her—to make her crave me as much as I do her.
“I want you to slice along your thigh. Press lightly. Bleed, Bluebird.” She pants as I press the blade into my flesh without a second thought, hissing at the sharp burn of the slice as I trail a line along my inner thigh.
I drop the blade in pain as the blood seeps down my thigh in a slow red current.
I glance back up at Mary and watch her borderline salivate at the sight.
Pride bursts through my chest, overcoming the painful sensation, becoming one of pleasure.
“You’re magnificent,” she says, and I preen under her praise. She bites her lower lip, drawing blood herself as she places both hands against the glass in desperation to get closer to me.
“I need you.” I pant as the lust becomes unbearable.
“Use your blood for me, Bluebird. Use it to stroke yourself.”
I freeze at her words and look down at the deep, red blood slowly dripping down my leg. I pull myself backwards onto the bed and lie down flat when I hear a loud bang. I shoot my head forward in alarm to see Mary shaking her head back and forth at me.
“Eyes on me.” She smirks.
I lean backwards and prop a pillow behind my head for support and relax into the position. I hold my stare with the lace on her eyes. “If only I could see your eyes,” I mumble back, and she lets out a loud laugh.
“Trust me, you do not want to.”
“But, I want to see you watch me.” I whimper.
She sighs and crosses her arms. “Do you not feel me staring at you, Bluebird? Do you not feel the way my eyes caress you, even when they are hidden from sight?”
I pinch my brows together in annoyance, knowing that she has more than well caught me. “Whatever,” I grumble.
She sighs softly. “Do not worry. There will be another time, I’m sure.”
I beam at the prospect that there will be more moments with this demonic woman as I lift my left hand to the wound and touch it, wincing slightly at the tenderness.
I drag my pointer and middle finger across the cut and slowly trail my now blood-covered fingers to the apex of my pussy.
I spread my legs further apart as I tease them along my labia, feeling the excessive moisture from my pussy yearning for her touch now mixed with my blood.
I gasp at the sensation as I tease my folds, desperate to touch the part that aches the most for her.
“That’s it, my little bird, tease yourself. Don’t touch there yet, wait for my word. Ache the way that I ache for you.”
I hum at her words, at her affirmation of the way we desire one another, as unconventional as it is.
I continue to tease myself, lifting my hips subconsciously to feel more movement as I pant, watching Mary.
Nothing in this moment could stop me from what we’re doing, not even my rational brain. I’m in too deep.
“Please, Mary…please,” I beg, desperate to touch my clit and ease the yearning that shakes through my limbs. She grins at me as I whimper, sliding the blood along my pussy in slow, agonizing strokes.
“Touch your clit.”
I obey her command as I press my pointer finger to that sensitive spot and let out a loud moan of relief and satisfaction. My eyes roll to the back of my head as I lay it down.
“Stop.”
I hear a soft command and immediately freeze, completely at Mary’s will.
No. “Mary, please.” I whimper again when she tsks me, saying, “What did I say?” I shake my head, desperate to touch myself again and ease the pain of lust. “I don’t know, I don’t remember.
It’s too much, Mary,” I pathetically blubber.
“Eyes. On. Me. If I cannot touch you, I want to watch your eyes show me how unraveled I can make you. I want to watch the pleasure shatter across your pupils.” I shoot my head forward, instantly staring at where hers would be, and wait for her words, my arm starting to tremble in anticipation.
“Continue, Bluebird.”