Page 19 of Dark Thirst (The Scandalous Novellas)

“Thirsty?” He asks while walking towards the cooler.

I nod my head yes as he brings over a bottle of water and opens it for me.

I take it with my still cuffed hands and drink the entire bottle in one sitting.

It feels so good to wash the dirt out of my mouth, and I didn’t realize how thirsty I was until I started drinking.

“Good girl,” he whispers as he watches me. There’s something in his eyes that I can’t read. Something I’ve never seen before in him. “Did I do good?” He asks, still watching me from the edge of the bed.

“Yes,” I whisper back. He nods and stands up, taking off his jacket and pulling out a duffel bag from under the bed.

I look over at the camera and my heart rate picks up.

Is he going to record us again? The first time was nerve racking in the beginning, but after we got started, I forgot all about it and enjoyed what we did.

This time, he seems different. Distant. And I’m unsure if he’s still in the role of Ghost or if he’s Sean.

He takes out another mask, a red colored Ghostface one, and puts it on the bed.

After, he takes out what looks like a black hunting knife and places it next to the mask.

Taking a better look at it, I realize it’s the same one he uses in some of his thirst trap videos, a Buck 120 from the movie Scream.

Oh fuck, what is planning on doing with that thing?

“You told me once you were interested in blood play. Is that still the case?” he asks while standing at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest. I look up at him and slightly nod yes. “I want to hear you say yes. Use your words.” he growls.

“Y-yes,” I say hesitantly. The idea of blood play seemed fun at the moment we discussed it, but now I’m not so sure.

I know my safe word, and I also know he would respect the use of it during play.

So, I let out a deep breath, knowing I have nothing to fear with him.

I would allow him to push my boundaries while still keeping me safe.

He takes a key out of the bag and walks over to me, unlocking the cuff of my right hand and pulling my arms over my head. Taking the loose cuff and putting it around an opening in the headboard, he puts it back on my wrist. I’m locked into place with my arms above me, and my stomach gets tight.

He pulls my dress open in the front, takes the knife out of its sheath, and cuts my bra open right in between my breasts.

I gasp as the icy blade touches my skin, making my nipples harden instantly.

Moving the now ruined bra to expose my breasts, he caresses each one tenderly before moving away from the bed, taking the mask with him.

He stands behind the camera, and I notice the light turn on.

“Perfect. Are you ready?” he asks again.

His voice is distinct, deeper, and depraved.

Like the man in all the videos I’ve seen, not Sean himself.

“Yes.” My voice is firm and confident. I shift my head so I’m looking at the ceiling above us and swallow deeply.

Goosebumps riddle my skin, not from the cool air, but from the anticipation of what’s coming next.

Sean walks back over with the mask covering his face, kneels beside me, and places a blindfold over my eyes.

“There, that’s better,” he says from beside me.

Being blindfolded makes all of my other senses come alive, and I will myself to stay still and calm, but my body is shaking. His hand tenderly lands on my chest and his breath warms my left ear. “Relax, princess. Let me take you somewhere you've never been before. Trust me.”

”I trust you,” I whisper and relax under his touch. His hand moves down my stomach and over my exposed pussy that’s still wet from earlier. I feel him grazing over my thighs lightly before something cold runs over my skin again.

The knife. I stop breathing for a moment, thinking if I move too suddenly, he might accidentally cut me.

The steel blade moves from my inner thighs, up my hip bone, and across my ribs.

I don’t feel a bite from the blade cutting me, so I relax a bit.

It’s not fear that drives me, but the anticipation of what he’s going to do.

Just when I thought I could relax, the sharp blade touches my skin once again, just above my belly button, and it feels as if a fingernail had scratched me.

Something warm drips into my belly button, and it takes a few seconds for a familiar smell to reach my nose.

Blood. I try to look down, but my eyes are covered, and I can’t see shit.

I gasp when Sean’s warm tongue lands on my stomach, licking the spot that now stings a bit.

“Mmm, so fucking good,” he whispers against my skin.

He peppers kisses all over my stomach, and then he goes down further.

Again, the icy blade is dragged against my skin, but this time it’s touching my inner thigh right next to my core.

I inhale sharply as I feel it press down into my skin, not too deep. It’s sharp enough that any light pressure will tear my skin open. This time Sean rubs a finger across the cut he made. “I love the way your blood mixes with my cum.”

There’s a burning sensation coming from that second cut, and I love it.

It’s not painful, it’s relieving, making me feel more alive than I ever have been.

I want more. I want him to mark every part of my body with his knife and for him to lick my wounds clean.

My pussy is throbbing, and I moan. “You like that?” he asks.

“Yes, do it again. Please,” I grit between clenched teeth.

Just as I finish saying that, he makes another mark, and it feels like it’s right underneath the second one.

My inner thigh and core are on fire as I shift my legs and spread them wider for him.

The sensation of my warm blood spilling is driving me wild.

Instead of feeling the blade against my skin again, something else touches me.

It brushes against the lips of my pussy, then moves down further.

I arch my back to feel it move against me again, and it touches my clit.

Sean rubs it against me repeatedly, making my legs shake and taking my breath away.

It’s not his fingers; no, it’s hard and thick and cool to the touch. It must be the handle of the knife.

I want to rip this blindfold off and make him remove the cuffs.

I need to feel him, hold him, and claim him as mine.

My whole body is shaking in need as he keeps rubbing the knife handle against my soaked cunt.

“Please, Sean. Let me go,” I cry out, giving in to the orgasm that’s been building inside of me.

“I’m not Sean. Not tonight. Ask me again nicely, and I’ll let you go,” he growls under the mask.

“G-Ghost. Please,” is all I can get out as my body comes down from its high. He removes the blindfold and unlocks only one cuff again, bringing my arms back down, which makes my shoulders ache.

I look down at my body and see faint red marks on my stomach and thigh. There’s blood smeared all over me, including some on my pussy. He’s right, my blood mixed with his cum is beautiful, so I touch some of it with my fingers, and then put them in my mouth while he watches.

“Let me have a taste,” he whispers as he takes off his mask and kisses me.

His tongue finds mine and they both intertwine; the mixture of us is intoxicating.

He shows me the knife and brings the handle to my lips.

I open my mouth to lick it and taste myself on it.

He smiles and says, “Good girl. Now you know why I love eating your pussy. It tastes divine, doesn’t it? ”

I nod yes as I lick the knife handle clean. He’s right, I taste good, but I want to taste something else. “I want to taste you now,” I say. There is no hesitation as he takes his shirt off, hands me the knife, and lays down on the bed. As I sit up, I take off my torn bra and dress and straddle him.

I take the blade and run it across his chest, just below the tattoo that covers the top half of him.

His blood beads as I move the blade, and then begins to slowly trickle down.

The feeling of possession and excitement take over as I bend down and put my mouth on him.

My tongue grazes over his wound and I lick every drop of blood he sheds.

It’s like drinking a rich wine, and I can’t get enough.

He’s claimed and marked me, and now I’ve done the same to him. He will forever be mine, and as I hold his beautiful face in my hands and look into his eyes, I say something I never thought I’d want to say to another man again.

I whisper, “I love you,” and before I can let him say it in return, I cover his lips with mine and let the passion that was burning inside of me consume us both.