Page 38 of Ruin

One is an outfit I designed, and the other I want to make a dress for winter formal, if I go.

Now, I don’t think I will go, but an idea came to me, and where else I can wear it? So, I thoughtfuck itI’ll sew it and see what happens.

“Show me the designs.” He stares at me, looks around the room. “No bats then?” I shake my head. Why the fuck does he think I have bats in my bedroom? “Do you have a secret drawer with blood in there?”

Fucking idiot. He thinks that because I dress like this, I have to be a vampire lover. I roll my eyes, and walk over to the mannequins. I’ll show him both the designs.

“I want this one changed.” He hands me the outfit I designed to wear to school, or whenever I go out. “We can talk about it later, and the dress. I want the split to be higher.” He points his finger to where he wants it to be. Yeah, I’m not doing that. It would be right at the top of my hip. Everything will be on show. That is not happening.

Taking the papers from him, I put them back. Before I can turn around, he pushes his body against mine, and I tense up when I feel the tip of his knife on my neck.

“You know, you smell so good.” I hear him breathe hard through his nose. Then he licks the side of my neck. It makes me close my eyes as he licks my neck again. “I want a taste.” His hand moves to the front of my panties, his hand cupping my pussy.

I try to place my hand on his chest, but Declan stops me. “No point saying please, I still want a taste.” He bites the side of my neck hard enough for me to push him away, but he pushes me hard into the wall. My face is stuck between the wall and his chest. As his hand rubs my pussy, he kicks my legs apart.

“I’m going to take a step back. You’re going to be a good little girl, and get on the bed, and spread your legs wide for me. Do you understand?” His voice is caressing my ear. I can barely hear him over the music in the room.

I don’t reply.

He wouldn’t hurt me in my own house, would he? “Answer me, I mean, I could think of other places I’ll suck you with my mouth. The roof would be a good place to start.”

I quickly nod my head to answer him, because he would make me go on the roof. And that can’t happen.

“Good girl, now get on the bed.” Declan steps back from me, and I take a moment to finally move over to my bed. “Remove the panties before you lie down.”

I stand at the end of the bed and take in a deep breath. Removing my panties, I bend down to get them from my feet, and as I do Declan slaps my ass hard enough for it to fucking sting.

“Lie down little Trixie.” I do as I’m told, and close my eyes.

Everyone has a happy place, a place they can go to when they are hurting, or when they want to run away from a situation.

My happy place is with my mom. I’m sitting on a stool with my mom, as she sews a new dress for herself. She tells me all the different ways to use the sewing machine, and you can make anything you want if you try hard enough. It was then I fell in love with sewing, and knew I was going to be a fashion designer. That’s my happy place. At least it was when life was good.

“I think I’ve eaten pussy twice in my life. But yours, there’s something about it. I got a small taste, and I’ve not stopped thinking about it.”

I don’t look at him, kneeling between my legs. I keep my eyes closed, but tense up when the tip of the knife hits the side of my eye as he wipes the tear away.

He leans closer and buries his lips into the hollow of my throat, then nibbles on my earlobe. I feel the tip of the knife moving down my body.

Declan licks down the side of my neck, across my jaw. He stands up and stops the knife on my thigh.

“Open your eyes. Let me see your tears.” The knife moves closer and closer to my pussy.

He taps it against my stud on my clit, then moves it toward my entrance. “Open them and look at me.” This time there is more of a hardness to his tone, and I do as I’m told.

The tip of the knife moves to my entrance, and the tip goes in. My hands grip my bed sheets, my body tenses up. His eyes are locked onto mine. There is a smile spreading over his lips as he removes the tip.

“Open your mouth,” he demands.

I open it and wait to see what he does. I thought he was going to make me suck his finger or something, but no. He brings the tip of the knife to my mouth. “Lick it. Taste yourself, see what I’m itching for.” I slip out my tongue and Declan moves the knife blade flat on my tongue.

He kneels between my legs, his hands on my thighs, opening them wider, and I pray he doesn’t take a good look at my legs, because he will see the cuts I’ve given myself. The scars are mostly under my tattoos. I do it there to make sure no one will see them.

Robert has never touched me with his mouth down there, so I never have to worry about him seeing anything.

I jolt when I feel Declan’s tongue on my clit, and a faint moan escapes my lips. “I wish you could talk, so you could scream my name.” Declan gets back to licking my clit. This is new, this is different. Oh God, this has never happened before.

He bites my clit, and I jolt, wanting to scream out, but I bite on my bottom lip as he continues to work his mouth on my pussy. The tip of his finger teases my entrance while he sucks on my clit. He doesn’t push his finger inside, but pulls it away from me.

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