Page 35 of The Labyrinth

I struggled into a seated position. Ten noticed and wrapped his arm around me, shuffling me up until my back hit the headboard. I took a breath. Then another. And then I looked down at my leg.

The first thing I saw was blood. A lot of blood, dripping onto the bedding. My perfect, beautiful white bedding was ruined. Ten didn’t seem to be bothered, brushing some of the blood away. “See? TF. Tennyson Furie.”

And there I saw, delicately carved on the inside of my thigh, the most perfect T and F, branding me forever. My breath caught. A part of me expected to be disgusted at the sight, wondering what I had done. Instead, I only felt peace. Like this was how it was always supposed to be. There was something special in giving yourself up to another person, offering them your trust in everything. Your willingness. Your compliance. A complete salvation, consecration found within the darkest of shadows. An ache grew between my legs, staring down at the markings.

Ten rubbed his hand around my thigh, his face close to my pussy. “We will have to open it up a few times to make sure it scars. But you did so well taking the pain. So fucking well…” he trailed off, breathing deeply. “I can smell your arousal, deliciae. Did feeling me cut you turn you on?”

The words couldn’t escape my throat. I muttered something unintelligible, sighing when his fingertips swept over my pussy.

“Your words, Rissa. Use your words.” I felt another gentle brush of his fingers against my now pulsing clit. I wanted him. Needed him. I was going to die without him.

“Yes, Master.” I moaned when his thumb pressed down, eliciting electricity throughout my entire body. “Yes, please!”

“Good girl,” he cooed. “Such a dirty fucking girl getting turned on from pain. You like it, don’t you? You like the pain.” He pressed down harder with his thumb, and I cried out, my body tensing. It was too much. I was too sensitive. My thigh began to ache, the pain mixing with the overstimulating pleasure Ten was exacting.

“Oh, fuck,” I gasped. “Fuck. I can’t.”

“You can,” Ten whispered, his cold hands sliding along my waiting pussy. I couldn’t be certain if the wetness between my legs was blood from his cuts, or my desire. I didn’t care. “You can take everything I give you, and more. You can take it all, like a good little slut. Watch me fuck you through the pain, deliciae.”

I propped myself up against the headboard as best I could. Except it wasn’t Ten’s hand teasing the entrance to my pussy. It was the handle of the knife he had used to cut me demanding entrance. “Wha…what?”

Ten barely lifted his head up, smirking. “You like the pain, no? Now, let’s see how much you like the danger.”

I was too turned on to protest, seeing Ten look at me like there was nothing else in the world except for me, and me alone. Blood was everywhere, decorating my thighs, the bed, and the handle of the blade. He raised a brow, sliding the cool handle along my pussy again. It was smaller than him, but…what if he slipped?

He popped the end of the handle in just a touch deeper, and I moaned. “If you don’t want me to make you come, just say so. I’ll stop…I swear it.” He pulled the handle out, sliding it back in with a deliberate slowness. “Just. Say. The. Word.” Each word was punctuated with a gentle thrust of the knife, until my legs were trembling around him. He had me where he wanted me, and he knew it.

“Please, Master,” I whispered. “Please—” My sentence cut off as he sank the handle in deeper, a moan replacing the words. My eyes fluttered closed as pleasure overtook me.

“Mmm…you do like the danger, don’t you, Rissa?” he murmured. Another thrust of the smooth, cold handle. I imagined his hands gripping the sharp blade, the knife cutting into his palm as he fucked me. “Keep your eyes open and watch this happen.”

I did as he commanded, and opened my eyes again, watching Ten slide the knife in and out of my pussy. This shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, but there was something about watching Ten work between my legs, his hands and the handle covered in his blood and mine. It was feral, animalistic. I liked it more than I should have. I wasn’t sure what that made me, and I wasn’t sure I cared.

Ten forced the handle up, hitting a spot inside me that made me arch my back and cry out. “There’s a good little slut,” he said. “A good little slut letting me fuck her with the knife I just cut her with. You’re dripping on my hands, deliciae, and I can’t tell if it’s your desire or your blood.”

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the scene in front me. Ten looked up at me with a vicious smirk. His dark gaze connected with mine, and he began to thrust harder, quicker, and I could feel my release building. I was going to come around the knife, and I wasn’t the least bit ashamed. I just wanted more. More Ten. More pleasure. More of everything.

The handle plunged in and out, and I gasped, rocking my body up into Ten’s hands. His free hand cupped me, swirling against my clit as he fucked me with the handle. “That’s it. Just like that. Come around your death, Rissa.”

His words were like magic, dark magic, seductive and hypnotic. I couldn’t disobey, no matter how badly I wanted to. I was his. His to do with as he pleased. His to mark. His to hurt. His to pleasure. And I never wanted to be anything else. I shattered, coming around the handle and his touch, trembling in his hands as wave after wave of orgasm overtook my body. My arms dropped out from underneath me, and I flopped onto my back, letting the dark pleasure carry me away to wherever came next.

Ten rested his head on my leg, the knife dropping to his side as I struggled to come down from my high. I expected him to fuck me, to get his own release. I could see his erection straining against his pants. But he didn’t make a move, and somewhere I knew this was a test of my limits, and even without coming sexually, he still got gratification from it. I closed my eyes, just enjoying floating between this space and the next.

“Do you miss them?”

My eyes opened, and I struggled to gain consciousness. “What?”

“Do you miss them? Your family.”

I was quiet for a minute, my hand reaching down for something solid, finding one of Ten’s horns. I stroked it, and he let out a quiet sigh. His horn was soft like leather beneath my touch, but textured. The two sides of Ten on display. “I do. They’re all I’ve ever known. But…”

Ten rocked his horn in my hand, so that my hand was sliding around it. It was something that should’ve felt sexual, but didn’t. “But?”

I took a deep breath in. “I would do anything for my family.Anything. I would sacrifice anything. Give them a part of my body or my soul if that was what it took. But being away from them…it finally feels like I’m doing something for me.”

Ten was quiet for a moment, before he spoke again. “Would you want to go back?”

I chewed on my lip. “That’s hard. My instinct says yes. Because who wouldn’t want to be with their family? And don’t get me wrong, if I knew they were in danger, and there was something I could do to help, then absolutely I would want to go back. But right now? No. I don’t want to go back.” And I didn’t. This room that had only just recently felt like a prison was beginning to feel safe. Like home. Somewhere I could be myself without fear of repercussions. Somewhere I could thrive, instead of just surviving.

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