Arianna
Sometimes I let the darkness consume me through my art. It makes you feel alive and free from responsibilities of the world but nothing compares to give your control to another person, letting them see your deepest desires and secrets.
The freedom that comes when you give yourself to the darkness leaves you with weightless feeling and when it ends, it brings back the light.
Our breaths filled the large living room, the TV still on in the background and too muted in my ears as the cool breeze went through my bare slit and ass with me being on my knees after Vincent ripped my panties.
Not with a hand like I thought because there was a moment of cold sharp metal touch on my ass cheek when he withdraws the object.
So he slashed it with a blade.
Fuck.
It should make me run, to scream because he wielded a weapon and I couldn't do anything but accept the torment. The other part of me, that dark voice in my head made me feel thrilled when fear is combined with sudden rush of lust, waiting for him to inflict pain so there's that moment of freedom and relief to just let go.
If he cuts me, there will be blood and from the feel of my soaked pussy, It looks like that my body enjoys it too much despite the fear.
His hand burns on my skin when I feel those long fingers spreading over my ass, gently squeezing the flesh. He makes a path between the crack of my butt, his finger sliding down my folds.
The whimper makes him pause when he feels how aroused I am.
"My, my," he chuckles, the sound giving me goosebumps," Aren't you too excited?"
"I-I'm n-not," I force the words out of my mouth with my teeth, the leather still in the way.
I loved that I have his full attention on me all times, that obsession was much stronger now than before because he knew that I'm his but still there was that small part where I still fought him in every step of the way, my defiance making him mad.
The fight, the force, it only spurred him on and deep down I also loved it.
That's why I was in this position now.
Fear and the thrill of his next moves made me sweat when that sinful finger still tortured me with gentle brushes, like I was canvas and he was the tool to make the art.
I was completely at his mercy but I still wanted him to fight for me. That's why I twisted out his reach, that finger slipping away from my ass. Elbowing him in the stomach, he grunts and laughs when I roll away from him, the belt still choking me but I didn't let that stop me.
Crawling away, his laugh was evil, the sound torturing and straight from the depths of hell when I turned around to look at him, still grinning, in the same position but now on his haunches, his cock halfway out because his trousers were open.
Eyeing the knife in his hand, his eyes watched me. Dark, sadistically cold.
Like he wanted me to rebel. Needed it.
"Do you think that you will get away from me? Crawling away and looking like my little slut with my belt around your pretty throat? If yes, rethink your strategy because that only turns me on and I enjoy the way you look on your knees," twirling the knife in his hand, the hilt flipped between his fingers like he has always done that before.
I'm sure he was since he has killed before. He liked to inflict pain to others who deserves it so the tools like knives and other sharp objects aren't unfamiliar to him.
Then why I feel hot seeing him so in his element? The sight should repulse me but my body reacts the opposite of my scared mind.
"You want to play, baby? We can play as long I'm in the mood to punish you but know this - if I catch you, you will be completely owned by me - since I'm letting you run, I will give you a head start. Sadly I can't hunt you in the forest like I promised you but well, next time. Now," pinning with a warning gaze which could make me run to the hills, Vincent makes a show how cruel he is when he cuts his palm, the slash making the blood drip to the floor to my horror.
At my shocked expression, he only grins and then startles me when he suddenly springs his body forward with barred teeth," Run, little rabbit. Don't make me bored," snarling like a wolf, I don't think it over and scramble back, almost tripping when I stand up to sprint off in the direction of our bedroom.
My plan was to lock myself in the bathroom but I needed to throw him off and trick him with my tracks in other areas so he can't catch me that easily.
This was another fantasy of mine.
Hide and seek - cat and mouse edition.
Predator hunting its prey.
The feel of being chased is terrifying but also very satisfying.
I couldn't admit it to him but I didn't even need to tell him that, he knew it all already because I've written those fantasies in my notebook since I was reading his novels.
It was him who made me in this dark monster, liking pain in some of the moments and now I felt more alive like never before.
My footsteps were silent but fast because I was barefoot, that doesn't mean they weren't hard to hear. In my ears my steps were louder than my heavy breathing, still hard to inhale and exhale through my teeth with the belt in my mouth.
Dashing by our bedroom where the door was open, I pretended to run inside when I slammed the door shut, then I run to my art studio where I kept all of my art, my other life which kept me alive.
I dart inside the room, hearing his footsteps already behind me so I hurry faster, locking myself in when I make it inside by sheer of luck when he slams into the door, rattling the handle furiously.
Backing away, my heartbeat is running thousand miles a minute when I hear laughter behind the door.
"You sneaky little rabbit, I enjoy this too much now but you know that the door will not stop me to get to you. Hide before you can," he keeps chuckling and the sound is hunting.
Slam.
The sound makes me jump.
Panting with my mouth partially open, I feel drool already leaking through my lips, soaking the belt along with it and before I make a decision to leave to the storage room where I keep my paints, the door unlocks.
Stumbling over the buckets of paint near my newest art where I have painted the devil with his angel on his lap as he feasts on her blood through her throat which he sliced open enough to drink from, the pure ecstasy is evident on her face even though she's dying. Covered with the sheet over it, the painting was near finished, I just needed some finishing touches to make it perfect.
I can't even make it to my destination when fast footsteps reach me, just as I am about to run in the small room of my storage.
A heavy body slams me against the door, his chuckle against my ear making me dizzy and shiver while adrenaline pumps through my veins when he pushes me against the door enough to pin me there so I can't move at all. His hand latches on my neck from behind, holding my head in place.
Ramming his leg between my legs to keep them apart, he takes a hold of the belt and almost chokes me when he tugs the end and wraps it around his fist. Even tears escape my eyes from the sheer strength of it.
My eyes roll back out of pleasure even if it hurts and doesn't let me get air into my lungs. If he keeps the act, I will come faster than I meant to.
Maybe I was a masochist to his sadistic nature. That's why we belonged to each other. Those dark cravings were our only way to reveal ourselves to the darkness.
"You enjoy this, huh?" He growls and tugs me further back as I arch my back from the pull, my naked ass against his cock which now was pulled out of his trousers as I feel it rubbing against me.
"N-no," I manage the words out and that makes him laugh darkly.
Turning my head to the side, I feel his eyes trace over my side profile. His lips ghosts over my temple," Do you trust me?"
He sounded serious for the first time since he started to play this hunting game and I had a hunch that I need to be honest for his next plan of actions.
Letting out a trembling sigh, I melt against him for my response," Y-yes," nodding for the effect so he knows that I really trust him, he awards me with a kiss on my cheek when he purrs the words," Good girl."
That shouldn't make me feel warm but it does.
Then I freeze when I feel a sharp sensation on my right thigh, knowing too well what it is because he drags it down, nicking my flesh slightly. His dagger.
The sting is short when I gasp, realizing that he is slicing my leg but not enough to really hurt, just enough to make me wet from the pain, feeling blood trickling down my leg when he withdraws it.
"Does the pain turn you on, my little rabbit? If I touch your clit right now, will I feel it so drenched that it will soak my fingers?" He whispers against my ear and I whimper, still struggling in his hold but the knife against my leg again stops me so he doesn't cut me.
"Be a good girl now, Arianna. I can't let you cut yourself on my knife, do we?" He tsked, disappointed like a father.
Forcing myself to stay still, my eyes closed when I feel his finger slipping into my very wet pussy, shame washing over me when I hear him tsking again.
"So wet after being chased and sliced. I start to wonder how can you even exist for me. So perfect…so mine," still whispering against my temple, I shake when his finger sinks into my heat, curling around like he is trying to find something there.
"Fuck," he breathes, pumping his finger in and out when I feel his other hand pulling away the sharp tip of his dagger from my leg but towards my back, his t-shirt which I stole from his closet still on my body.
"You look cute in my clothes. You know well how I love when you use everything of mine," groaning, he rolls his crotch against my ass, feeling his arousal poking me when I feel him trail the dagger up the fabric," But you look even better without them."
My breath catches in my throat when he leans back and twists the t-shirt so he can cut it all the way down with the knife, the ripping sound echoing in my ears as the cool air drifts over my bare skin, the poor fabric falling away and down to the ground.
Completely naked, my figure trembled even more when Vincent groaned at the sight of me.
Playing with the tip against my spine, I stiffened for the fear that he will cut me there too but he doesn't. He does something entirely different what I expect when he pulls out his finger from my clit and then I feel the cold but warm object sliding between my lower lips. The hilt of his dagger, the not so deadly side of it, the handle.
Biting on the leather from the feel of the alien thing touching my private part, it felt too hard, still warm from his hold of it.
"If I didn't know any better, I might think that you have a kink for knife pussy fucking. You literally are dripping," growling with wonder, my mouth opens with a gasp when I feel it thrust inside, my vaginal walls burning from how strange it feels as he fucks me with the hilt of his knife.
It was so so wrong but I felt like I'm on cloud nine when he hit a spot, making me moan against the belt, that object rushing my orgasm out of it as I come when he thrusts it deep inside me.
Oh god. Oh god.
It felt so good.
Tightening the grip on my neck with the belt, I see darkness reaching me when I try to breathe when he starts fucking me with the knife again. When I feel like I will pass out from how much he choking me, I explode, my juices gushing out of me like waterfalls when I feel his hand becoming wet because of it. When he eases his hold on my neck at the same time I cum, I fall against his chest, breathing deeply, fighting for the stolen oxygen which he took by almost strangling me.
"God baby, such a good little slut, coming all over my hand while I choke you," he praises me," You love when I choke you, don't you?"
My tears doesn't let me see anything and I feel spent after such intense feeling but he forces me too look at him and seeing raw hunger in those golden eyes makes me beg for him for more.
Seeing my desperate plead, he grins," Do you think you are ready for my cock in your little ass this time?"
I can't answer because he doesn't let me when he lets out a deep chuckle," Of course, you are. Your every hole was made for me so you will take it like good girl and once I come deep inside you, there will be no inch of you which doesn't belong to me."
Biting my earlobe, he whispers," Don't fight, little rabbit. If you do, it will only hurt more."
I was in so much trouble.