Page 45 of Come Out, Come Out

“Get up on the counter.” I sweep everything that clutters the space between the two sinks onto the floor. She’s so deep in her lust that she climbs up without protest. “Press your palms against the mirror.” She does, but I’m not quite satisfied. I push between her shoulder blades until her breasts are smashed up against the reflective surface and she’s forced to turn her head to comply.

“I’m going to fuck your needy hole with this.” My threat is punctuated by the blade sliding down her bare spine. I flip it in my hand once again when I get to her tailbone and bring the handle to her pussy. Skye shifts her legs farther apart and arches her ass out. “Such a desperate little slut for this knife. I might get jealous.” My other hand grips her ass cheek and lifts, giving me a stunning view of her dripping cunt as I run the black plastic along her center with the lightest touch.

Skye rocks her hips. “Put it inside me already, fuck.”

I laugh bitterly. “Don’t worry, little wraith, I’m going to drive it into you again and again until my hand is covered in everything your sweet pussy has to give me. I’m going to fuck this macabre fantasy out of your pretty head.”

Whatever protest she was going to make is cut off as I glide the first few inches of the handle inside her needy hole. My hand wraps around the blade, covering the intersection of steel and plastic, so I don’t actually injure her. A little bleeding won’t hurt me, after all. Her legs open further and shake violently as I ram it inside her over and over. She’s gradually lowering herself onto the knife in shallow bounces as she tries not to slip in her precarious position.

“That’s my girl, so desperate to be fucked and filled by me. Go ahead and touch yourself.” Her fingers find her clit and she harshly rubs the swollen bud. I continue to thrust the knife handle into her while I take in the gorgeous mess I’ve created. Her breasts are reddened from the pressure of being flattened and tugged against the unforgiving glass. Her brow is furrowed and her mouth is dropped open, just waiting for my dick. I take in her voluptuous ass as it moves up and down with each roll of her hips. She’s a fucking goddess.

Ready to reward her for her cooperation, I kneel on my knees and run my tongue between her cheeks as I speed up the steady stroke of my wrist. I lick the tight rim of her hole and it shatters her weak hold on her composure. As she orgasms, she gushes down the handle, coating my hand. I pull back and watch in a daze as she drips down the blade.Fuck, I’m about to cum already.

Standing, I remove the knife and wrap my arm around her stomach, dragging her down from where she shakes and gasps, utterly spent. “On your knees, baby.” Still a bit disoriented, she staggers to her knees. I undo my jeans with one hand while the other holds out the knife that’s glinting and slick. “Lick it clean.” Carefully, she presses her tongue to the flat slide and collects the evidence of her orgasm. My fist is tight and punishing as I stroke my cock. When she finishes, I toss the knife in the sink and run my dick between her lips. She welcomes me inside eagerly, her tongue swirling and massaging my length.

A groan rumbles in my throat and I gather her hair in my hand, holding her steady as she milks my cock so hard she’s bound to suck out my soul.How fitting since she already possesses it.The thought soothes the raging ache within me and I cum down her throat in hot bursts. She drinks it all down with a smile on her face.

When I finally tug her head back, she releases it with a pop and stands to her feet, pulling up her skirt, panties, and fishnets. Her lips slam against mine in a victorious kiss that makes me even more lightheaded. It’s so distracting that my reflexes are too slow when she pulls away, grabs her top and the knife, and takes off at a run.

Fear slices through the hazy pleasure that gripped me seconds ago.

“Skye, get back here, right fucking now.” Anger at my foolishness mixes with fear in a sickening cocktail that turns my stomach as I pull my pants up and chase after her. “This isn’t a goddamn game. You’re going to be in so much fucking trouble when I catch you.” As I start down the stairs, I catch a glimpse of her black hair. I take them two at a time.

When I get to the bottom of the stairs, I stop to listen to where she’s snuck off to. “Come out, come out wherever you are, little wraith.” It’s silent for several moments, but then I hear her trip and something clatter on the counter. I follow her into the kitchen. My arm wraps around her waist just as her fingers clutch around the back door’s handle.

“No,” I yelp. She brings the large knife gripped in her left hand into my upper thigh in one swift swing.

I cry out in agony and she tries to grab the knob once again, but I tug her back against me. Desperate to escape my clutches, she lurches forward and hits her head on the door, her face bashing through part of the window and glass shatters everywhere. I pull her back into me and she sways on her feet. A few seconds later, she crumples into my arms, unconscious.

Everything slows down as I watch blood start to flow from the wounds she’s sustained. There’s a large gash across her forehead and tons of cuts from the glass on her beautiful face, yet worse is the huge piece of glass sticking out of the side of her throat. On autopilot, I tear off my shirt and press it against the wound and gently turn her head to the side. I stare at her punctured throat, unsure whether I should pull it out or leave it, my gut says leave it until I have something better to staunch the bleeding. I run to get bandages, my leg pouring blood that I’m not concerned about across the floor. I’m already dead, it doesn’t matter how much blood I lose tonight, I’ll be fine tomorrow. But Skye, she can’t die.Not like this.

Skye

May 13th, 2022 – The Same Day

When I come to, I’m laying on the kitchen floor with Aiden’s shirt under my head. The pounding in my skull makes it difficult to keep my eyes open but I look around from where I lay. Everything fucking hurts and my face is wet. Disoriented, I rub my forehead. I pull my arm away only to find it coated in bright red. My head spins as I register the amount of blood on the shirt. Panic seizes me and my breaths come quick, only they’re cut short with an excruciating pain in my neck. I raise my hand to feel it and there’s something big and sharp sticking out. I immediately start to violently shake. I try to call out but moving my throat at all is excruciating.

Aiden is nowhere to be seen. A trail of blood leads out of the kitchen and I finally remember that I stabbed him in the leg. I know he’s already dead, but I can’t help but worry, even though I can’t do anything.

“Aiden,” I force myself to take the discomfort as I call out in a frail, quivering voice. Everything is eerily silent for several seconds but then I hear his boots pounding down the stairs. I sag with relief when he enters the room.

“You’re hurt, let me help you.” He presses a towel against my head and cautiously touches the thing in my throat with his other hand. The white-hot pain that erupts makes my vision blur. I let out a pathetic whimper as the world narrows and everything goes black.

It’s still dark inside the house when my lashes flutter open, but I can make out the shape of Aiden kneeling next to me, arms resting over one bent knee as he watches me with a distraught expression on his face.

I try to speak but my throat is so dry that only a rasp comes out. When I shift to sit up, Aiden’s hand presses against my sternum holding me down.

“Don’t move, you’re bleeding a lot.” He reaches up on the island and grabs a glass of water. Aiden guides me up just slightly so I can drink. The movement makes me want to scream.

I’m covered in a cold sweat and struggle to sort out my thoughts. I let my head fall back against the soaking fabric. “I don’t want to play anymore.” My voice is barely recognizable, the words weak and shaky. Tears blur my vision as I watched him carefully. He remains silent, rocking back and forth while he spins one of the thick silver rings that adorn his fingers. His hair is sticking up everywhere; he must have been tugging at it frantically. Even in my hazy state, I can see the indecision running through his mind. When his steely eyes collide with mine, I know he’s made a choice.

“You’ve been running for your fucking life nonstop little wraith, and look what’s happened when you stopped watching where you were going. You’ve run right off the cliff.” Tears crash over his lashes from the raging storm in his eyes.

“And what if,” I take a wet, ragged breath, but force the words out, “what if I wanted to fall?” I have to pause to breathe through the pain. “What if I’m finally ready to jump off the cliff and take refuge in the dark embrace of the water below?” I swallow hot coals and continue, “What if I tell you that I never want to come up for air again?”

A choked sob escapes his trembling lips. “I was supposed to keep you afloat. You might have stopped kicking, but I would have kicked enough for two. I don’t care what kind of storm we’re facing. I was devoted to doing anything to keep you alive.”

Using the little strength I have left, I dig my nails into the inked skin of his arm. I don’t let go until he looks me in the eyes. “Aiden, the game is over. It’s how it was always supposed to be.”

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