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She shifted as she took notice of the knife’s still in my hand. “Why are you still holding that knife?”
“Because I have every intention of using it,” I whispered against her skin. I could hear her swallow hard, her nervousness adding a touch of intrigue to our dangerous dance. She remained blindfolded and bound, entirely at my mercy, and I savored the sensation.
I continued to trace the lock lower, now teasing the beginning of her slit. She squirmed, attempting to evade the gentle, feather-light strokes. However, there was nowhere for her to escape—I held her tightly, her body pressed against mine.
“Where do you plan to use it?” she whispered, fear and curiosity blending in her voice. Alison was a control freak, always needing to be in the know, even when she was the one orchestrating her schemes.
“Everywhere,” I murmured into her ear.
“I thought the idea was to avoid leaving scars, so I could return without any trace of you,” she countered.
“I believe that, with how many times I’ve claimed you, no amount of scrubbing could erase me from your memory,” I teased, as I pulled away and let the lock fall to the floor.
“I meant so others wouldn’t know. Do you really want my husband to discover what we’ve done?”
“Am I supposed to be afraid of him?” I questioned.
“Maybe.”
“I’m not,” I informed her.
“Perhaps you’ve just forgotten what it’s like to feel fear. When you don’t remember, you tend to become overly confident,” she explained.
“No, I remember fear. While I hoped to be rid of it, it still lingers. But do you honestly think your husband would believe that you were held captive for a month and then just released?” I asked, adjusting my grip on the knife so that the sharp edge barely grazed the skin of her hip. I slowly trailed it over her stomach, not cutting her just yet.
“Could you tell him that another man had taken you and you had derived pleasure from everything he did to you? It doesn’t sound like torture to me. It sounds like you wanted it,” I added.
“You... Ah!” She couldn’t help but cry out as I suddenly nicked the skin on her opposite hip with the knife, causing a sharp sting. “Jared!”
“Wrong name,” I taunted her, then swiftly moved the knife away before making another quick cut, this time on her shoulder.
“Shit!” she hissed, and I leaned closer to lick the tiny wound. It was only an inch long.
“What is the purpose of this? Wasn’t your initial enough?”
“I want to leave a mark on every inch of your body, ensuring that you will remember me, no matter what,” I whispered. “Even when you look into the mirror with your back turned, you’ll see me.”
“So you want me to look like you, all scarred?” she mocked, her voice trembling slightly with fear.
“No, these are too tiny,” I assured her, as I ran the knife’s tip down her back and nicked the skin just above her ass. She hissed and shifted forward, but I followed her, licking away the blood from the small wound. She attempted to escape, taking a step forward, but I pulled her back, running my tongue along the minor injury once more. Then I knelt down, grasped one of her thighs, and gently lifted it, creating space between her legs. Finally, I let her foot touch the floor again.
“You’re not planning to use that inside me, are you?” she groaned.
Just to tease her, I ran the knife along her thigh, causing her to shiver beneath my touch. However, I withdrew it just before it came into contact with her most intimate area, replacing it with my tongue instead. I pushed my tongue into her, and she let out a scream, momentarily mistaking it for the knife’s blade. It was a night that would leave her forever marked, scarred in more ways than one.
Chapter 24
-Alison-
Whatever or whoever had put Jared on edge, I cursed them to the deepest depths of hell, for now, I was paying the price for his dark mood. I had no idea how far he was willing to take things, but it seemed he intended to hurt me beyond belief this time. I trembled uncontrollably, and when I felt the cold steel of the knife glide up my thigh, I was convinced he had lost his mind. However, instead of inflicting pain, his tongue explored my pussy from behind. As much as I hated to admit it, a small orgasm tore through me, a mixture of adrenaline and pleasure coursing through my body. I bit down hard on my lip, determined not to reveal that I had succumbed to the shocking sensation of his tongue.
I thought I had endured enough humiliation for one day, but this marked a new low. Jared pulled back slightly and traced his tongue over my pussy, sending shivers of delight down my spine. He continued, trailing it up and over the stretched muscle of my asshole and the flared end of the plug. How could I find pleasure in this? I questioned myself as he repeated the motion, leaving me both shocked and aroused. He then withdrew a little, his fingers gripping the flared end of the plug, causing me to stretch.
"God!" I cried out, feeling so full, but then he let the plug fall back into place before resuming the motion—pulling it out and sliding it back in. Was he using the plug to fuck my ass? It was an entirely new experience, and to my dismay, my body grew increasingly comfortable with the sensation.Hate it, Alison, just hate it, I ordered myself, but I couldn't comply. Fortunately, he didn't tease my asshole for long before standing up again. He left me entirely, and although I thought I would be relieved not to feel his hands on me, I remained in the dark. He moved so stealthily that I couldn't discern whether he was behind or in front of me. A faint creak of the floorboard signaled his presence beside me, and I turned my head, only to feel his hot breath on my cheek. The predator was right in front of me.
"I think you're warming up to the idea of getting fucked in the ass," he taunted, his hand slipping between my legs, a finger tracing through my wetness. He circled my clit once, eliciting a groan of pleasure from me before removing his finger.
"The plug is still smaller than your cock. You're only going to make it hurt," I retorted.
