Page 53 of Cedar Edge
She should be, for everything she’s been through she should be utterly terrified of me. For fucks sake she just found my horror show. But somehow the blood and bones injected a strange confidence in her.
Thea pauses once more, glancing over her shoulder to catch my eyes. “My pain and blood still belong to you, if you catch me.” The words shoot straight to my cock as I watch her take off running once more. I hesitate, only briefly, before I’m slipping the mask onto my face and when I see her start to head towards the one place I’m not ready to let her see, I let the hunt truly begin.
I take the exit out of the back of the barn, winding and weaving through the spattering of trees that work as a fence between this part of our property and the rest. She’s not running now, she’s hiding. The very marrow in my bones knows that she is hiding within this tiny line of dogwoods.
“Come out, come out wherever you are.” I purr. Thea’s earthy scent glides over the soft summer breeze almost guiding me to her exact spot. I pick my way through the grass as I expertly weave through making sure to avoid the sticks and leaves that have decided it's already fall. Another shift of the wind brings her scent stronger and under my mask I smile when my eyes land on the back of her body, her eyes glued to the spot I would have come from had I followed in a direct path.
My hands are on her before she is able to scream. “Gotcha.” I growl. She thrashes against me as I drag her upward, locking her body to mine as I grip her throat hard. My hard cock grinds into her ass and she lets out a wanton whimper. “You remember our safe word?”
She nods but I jerk her against my body hard. “Yes!” She cries out. “Yes I remember.”
“Good. Make sure to use it if you need to.” It’s the only warning I give before I’m spinning her around and throwingher over my shoulder. My hand connects with her ass under the dress she is wearing and I groan when I realize she has no panties on. “You kidding me right now Thea? You’re out here with your cunt out for anyone to see.”
She thrashes against me more, fists pounding into my back. “Fuck you! Put me down now!” I smirk, bare palm meeting bare ass even harder this time. Her body never goes limp and she never submits if anything she fights harder when she sees where we are heading. Even upside down she would have to be a fool to not know I’m taking her right back to my little office.
When I hit the back of the barn I kick in the door I exited through but instead of going straight I cut back down a barely visible hallway that leads down into a very well hidden basement. The spot I normally carve up my victims. But today I had been lazy and used the main floor, a mistake I never intend to make again.
The lights come on automatically as I walk, the flick, flick, flick of each fluorescent bulb breaking up the silence between Thea and I. When I hit the door at the far end of the sterile looking hallway I press my thumb to the print reader that allows the locks to disengage. I feel Thea tense when she hears it and note that her breathing becomes choppy as I step over the threshold.
I drop her body down not far from the door, the cold tile biting into her skin no doubt, as I flip on the small lamp on the desk. When I turn towards her Thea’s eyes go wide as she takes in the room around us. The tile floor slopes down slightly towards a drain in the center that is covered by a metal table. Around the edges of the room are various locked cabinets that hold everything and anything I would need to dispose of a body. Part of me hates that I enjoy the fear that seems to be brewing under her perfect porcelain skin. It looks so pretty with the red flush she has crawling up her chest and neck.
I go about prepping the tools I want. Making sure to block her view of it all I let the calm this preparation brings wash over me like a soothing ocean wave. I let some tools drop onto the table with loud thuds and others I make sure are only a whisper into the vacuum of air occupying the space with us. Her sharp intake of breath paints a smile under my mask, her body shifting from the spot I dumped her in. This is a lesson in building tension, building the apprehension of what is to come. And its a lesson I fucking love giving.
When I’m finished I stick to the shadows that the lamp is casting off until I’m right in front of her, forcing her to finally look at me. Her eyes flare wide when she catches the mask. She tries to scramble backwards but she’s not quick enough before I’m snatching her up and dropping her onto the cold metal table.
“What are you doing?” Her voice shakes. My silence, however, continues as I restrain her hands above her head. Law is the expert with ropes, not me, so in his absence I do what I can. The soft cuffs are ones I reserve for Logan when he’s being a brat but not so much of a brat that he needs the metal ones. “Ace…” Fear skitters through her voice and the sound of it sends shivers down my spine.
Finally I lock eyes with her and the look on her face feeds my inner demons. Her pupils are blown wide forcing the navy blue of her eyes to vanish. From my boot I slowly pull the kitchen knife she had been holding to her skin when I walked in, twisting the blade back and forth all while I hold her stare.
When I lower it to her chest she sucks in a hard breath. I let the tip sit between her breasts before slipping it under the ribbons holding her dress closed. She lets out a gasp when I slice through the flimsy fabric, allowing her breasts to spill free. Her nipples pebble in the cool air causing my mouth to water.
She arches her chest up towards me as if she can sense the drive I have to suck them into my mouth and lavish the tightbuds with my tongue. But I play the long game and instead of giving into temptation I step back from the table, discarding the dull kitchen knife and instead picking up the much sharper blade that I keep here. Her eyes widen even further, the dark of her pupil completely overtaking any coloring lingering.
Her panting fills the air as I trace the blade delicately over her exposed skin until it rounds her areola all the way to rosy nipple. She whimpers, the sound electric in the air. I smile as I move the blade upward and press ever so slightly on the milk swell of her breast. The blood beads up from the small cut and I watch in fascination. Leaning down I let my tongue drag along the wound, the metallic taste of her blood flooding my mouth as she lets out a long moan.
“Oh fuck.” She hisses.
I smile against her skin before I’m moving and claiming her mouth. She allows me to devour her, giving everything she has to the kiss as my hands rip apart the fabric that remained on her body. When I pull back she looks wrecked, her body flushed with arousal and pupils blown wide. Her legs rub together in search of the friction I have no doubt she’s craving right now.
“Tsk tsk.” I murmur. My hand slaps her tit and she lets out a squeal. “Only good girls get to cum and you aren’t being very good right now are you?”
“I am!” She cries out.
I shake my head, removing myself from her and walking over to my table again. I grab the silk blind fold right before grabbing the vibrator, tucking the latter in my back pocket. She lets out a gasp when I turn and she sees the blindfold. “Remember Cricket you can always use your safeword.”
She nods rapidly as I move to secure the blindfold over her beautiful eyes.
Thea
Darkness envelopes me as the silk material strikes out all visual input. My heart beat ratches up as I hear Ace’s heavy foot steps circling the table, taking comfort that at least I know where he is. At least until he suddenly goes silent. Nothing but the sound of my anxious breathing fills the space around me. Surely he wouldn’t leave me here alone. Right?
My skin goosebumps as the anticipation builds until it’s a crescendo in my veins and I can barely stand it. I’m two seconds from calling out to him when his fingertips brush against my calf. I startle, jerking against the restraints he has my arms in which pulls a dark, devious laugh from him. He does this over and over, building me up before sending me crashing down.
“Oh Thea, you are so perfect. My own Persephone being drawn away from the Spring to live in the dark.” His voice is molten lava over my body and I arch upward as if he’ll grant me reprieve from this torment. A faint buzzing noise is the only preparation I have before he’s pressing a toy to my clit. I cry out at the sudden sensation, my hips bucking from the stimulation before he rips it away.
“Please!” I whimper. “Please don’t stop.”
Ace chuckles before I feel the vibrator brush over my nipples only to be replaced by his mouth. Over and over he overwhelms my senses until I’m a sobbing, begging mess on the table for him. The next time the toy touches me he pushes it inside my slick folds, leaving it to torment me as he walks away from the table. I can’t help trying to fuck myself on it but the angle isn’t right and all it does is brush the spot that would give me sweet relief.
