Page 226 of I Never Stopped Loving You

She laughs, but it comes out stuttered as I click the vibrator up another click. Level six. Over halfway there. Beneath my hand and the knife, I can feel her abdominal muscles flexing. Tensing and un-tensing as she struggles to obey.

“I want to taste you on all of my blades, Little Rabbit. You taste so sweet,” I tease as I run a finger through her arousal barely letting my finger slip inside before bringing it to my lips and licking the taste of her off. “Fuck, Willow,” I groan.

She softly whimpers from the mental image of what I’m doing. I lean forward placing the knife on the bed next to us, and bring my lips to hers. I let her taste herself on my tongue and am rewarded with a soft gasp against my lips.

“But this knife doesn’t just need the taste of you on its blade. It needs the memories changed. Can you help me do that?” I ask with only a hint of hesitation in my voice.

“Noah…What knife is it?” she hesitantly asks.

I lean and lift her blindfold off so that she can see as I pick up the knife again.

“Is that…How did you get that back?”

“I have my ways. Money can get you just about anything in this life. But money can’t change the past. It can’t make the nightmares from that night disappear. I need you for that, Little Rabbit. I need your help so that when I look at this knife, the only thing I can think of is your pleasure. Not the memory of bleeding out on that floor unable to help you as my mind faded into the darkness only hearing the sound of you screaming in pain.”

I can see the tears in her eyes. I know I’ve woken her up with my nightmares just like in the hospital, but she doesn’t ask about them. She doesn’t pressure me into talking about it because we both know that talking about the pain doesn’t make it go away. It doesn’t fix or change anything that happened. We can only acknowledge it, make new memories, and move the fuck on. That’s what this is tonight.

“I don’t want to hear your pained screams in my mind. I only want to hear you screaming from pleasure. The pleasure that I give you. Can you do that for me, Little Rabbit? Will you help me?”

“Whatever you need to do, do it. Use me. Take what you need. Break me then put me back together, if it helps you move past that night. I’ll be with you no matter what. I love you, Noah. I always will, no matter what. I love you and your darkness.”

“Fuck, Willow,” I groan as I press myself against her pinning her to the mattress.

My cock is throbbing, aching to be buried inside her. I roll my hips grinding against her and feel the vibrator against my shaft. Her moans are hypnotic, luring me into her own darkness.

“Noah!” she screams as I bite onto her nipple, the sound edging me closer.

“Blindfold back on,” I whisper against her skin as I trail kisses up her chest then her neck until my lips rest against her ear. “I don’t want you to be able to see a thing. I only want you to feel me, hear my voice, and taste my desire for you. Only for you.”

I kiss her again before I slide the blindfold back on completely blocking out her sight. Taking away one of the senses heightens the rest. I wonder if she’d respond just as well with sound taken away.

“Please, Noah,” she whimpers. “I need you. I need all of you.”

All of me. The good and the bad. My darkness, the one thing I was afraid of her truly finding out about. But I can see now that she accepts me no matter what.

I shift back down her body trailing the knife down the center of her throat then between her breasts. Her body slightly arches causing the edge to nick her skin. Her hiss morphs into a moan as I run the blade over her breasts. The single line of red is now beading with a small trail of blood. I flick my wrist, and another small cut is nicked into her breast next to her nipple, but she doesn’t cry out from the pain. No, she fucking moans like the little demon she is.

She’s finally giving in to the darkness inside her. Accepting the pain and letting herself be unashamed by the euphoric pleasure she’s feeling.

I click the vibrator up to a level seven causing her breath to catch in her throat as her body spasms. I held the knife away when I did it, and I’m glad I did. I want to show my little rabbit pain, but I don’t want to actually hurt her. The way her body arched when the vibrator hit the next level, the tip would have pierced into her breast.

“Noah. Oh Fuck. Oh God…”

I clamp my hand over her mouth pressing the spine of the blade against her throat. She whimpers and moans against my palm trying to thrust her hips against my thigh pressed between her legs.

“I told you before, Little Rabbit. God’s not here. He can’t save you. No one can save you from me. You’re mine. You always have been and always will be,” I growl as I lick along her throat just above the blade.

Her body is trembling, almost violently vibrating beneath me. I don’t know if she’s panicking or if she’s falling into that euphoric headspace from the pleasure.

“Give me a color, Willow. Green, you’re good. Yellow, slow down. Red, we stop,” I demand as I pull the knife away from her throat and my hand away from her mouth.

“Green. Fuck, green! Green! Green!” she screams as I watch her thrash against the restraints as another orgasm hits her. That’s three.

Her pussy clenches on nothing as the rose continues to suck on her clit. She’s soaked. The bed is also soaked. Her body is covered in a thin sheen of sweat and a beautiful trail of blood runs down the side of her breast to pool on her sternum.

“So needy,” I hum as I trail a finger through the small puddle of blood.

I trail it down her stomach leaving a crimson smear against her pale skin. It’s beautiful. She is beautiful.