Page 46 of I See Red

“I want to fuck,” I demand.

A smirk rises from the corner of his lips as he follows suit, taking his drink in one go before crashing it to the floor beside mine. Pushing off the elevator, he lunges for me, scooping me up with one hand. My legs entrap his hips as my back slams into the wall. His hands ravage my hair, asserting his animalistic desire to have me again, if only for a night. His lips beat down on mine with no remorse, his tongue savage as it forces itself deep into the depths of my throat. The warmth of him shreds away all the pain from the cold with each thrust of his tongue.

My hands lace through his red hair, ripping his mouth from mine, my eyes beading down onto his.

“Make me forget, make me forget it all,” I beg.

Squeezing my neck, his hand my new necklace, the force snatching the words from my lips.

“When I’m done, yous won’t remember your own name, baby girl,” he growls, giving no release. His hand a vice grip against my flesh, my breaths unreachable, leaving my lungs unfed. I have no idea where he is carrying me, nor do I fucking care. I’ve always been able to count on him to ease my pain, erase my mind, and feed my desires in the most disgusting ways.

Slamming me down on the island, his lips trail off mine, his teeth scornfully attacking my bottom lip, drawing blood before he trails away his command’s stern.

“Don’t fuhking move.” His brute voice laced with his Irish accent, sending my body into autopilot. I’m fucking ready for whatever it is he’s about to do. Fear is a sexy fucking drug right next to pain. Water begins to flow behind me in my wait for my version of sex—fucking. Leather straps tighten around my wrists and ankles as he secures me to the beautiful anchors that lay embedded under the countertop.God, I’ve missed this countertop.In an instant, I am secure enough to be held captive yet free enough to squirm. The cold of a steel blade trails from my lips, making its way down my skin, drawing warmth from my core to the surface.

“Remember the safe word, baby girl?”

“I won’t be needing it tonight,” I gasp, my words his green light for tonight’s order.

“Sweet girl, I’m not doing my job if yous aren’t screaming it by the end,” he taunts, and in a second, the blade slides in between my legs, latching onto the lace scrunched between my thighs. The cold of the steel momentarily reminding me of everything I crave to forget. A pool begins to form at my opening as he slices up, cutting my panties off in one sweep. The jolt forcing a gasp from my lips, making my pussy throb at the lack of power I have, and fuck, I love it. The steel of the blade beginsto climb, circling my belly button, the pressure taunting me as it makes its way up. Sliding under my maroon lace bra once again, he cuts upward, the threads breaking apart, forcing my tits to fall to the side, their recoil surely making his cock dance. The cold air encases my nipples, becoming a weapon of their own against me. Reaching over my head, he turns the water off, grabbing my throat. Crashing his lips down onto mine, his words trail off with him as he backs away, “I’ve missed yous, baby girl. I was beginning to think yous got your shit together and didn’t need me anymore. You get extra punishment for making me wait so fuhking long.”

My pussy clutches at his words.

“Yes, please, fucking destroy me,” I plea.

My legs spread my pussy exposed, he releases a long breath on my clit, the warmth enticing me for more as a flogger crashes down, spanking my cunt with force. My body attempts to jump, the restraints keep me from getting very far.

“Your pussy is so wet, baby girl, mmmmhhmmm.”

Lifting the flogger, he spanks my clit again, waiting only seconds before repeating it again and again. The heat is now a burn, and I’m certain swelling has commenced. Fuck, the pain feels so good.

His torture continues as I flinch with each punishing bend of his wrist; moans mixed with grunts trail out of me in the most pleasure-filled pain I’ve had in a very long time.

“Yous like the heat, don’t cha, baby?”

“I fucking love it,” I scream as he spanks my pussy over and over again.

“If you’re here, that means your pretty pussy has been a very naughty girl. Do yous know what I do to naughty girls?”

I don’t answer; my brain is too busy enjoying the pain.

Rearing back, he spanks my pussy over and over in lighter but firm strokes, each one quicker and quicker, causing my anklesand wrists to pull against the restraints as I feel my orgasm begin to build, connecting the pit of my stomach to that of my clit. Complete euphoria taking over, my moans now screams, the restraints becoming my helping hand to coax my orgasm to the cusp. The sound stops and, in a moment’s notice, my race to full exhilaration is stolen from me, and my body’s left crying for its release.

“What the fuck?”

“Tell me, baby girl, who’s hurt you? The cold or the warmth?”

“What the fuck does that matter?”

Leaning over me, he pulls my head to the edge of the sink by my hair, his lips mere inches from mine, my hair now as wet as my pussy as he embeds the knife against my throat, drawing blood with a pleasure-filled swipe.

“Oh, it fuhking matters; answer me, baby girl, was it the cold?”

I look at him confused; we’ve had many meetings over the years but never has he asked about either of them while we are fucking.Fuck it, let’s play.

“Seemsyou don’t need an answer. You already have it,” I scoff.

“To forget, yous must embrace, baby,” he taunts, the knife trailing up the side of my face. Walking away, I hear the closing of a cabinet, ice suddenly falling, piece by piece.

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