Page 20 of King of Hearts
Jason
Sitting back, I watch Eve work for what seems like eternity: first she goes after his nails, ripping each one off one at a time with expert form, only to move on to his ears. The way she leans onto the table–propping herself up on an elbow and lazily carving along the tough cartilage with a scalpel–you’d think she was sipping wine and painting on a warm summer day.
Her hands dance along his body, making mark after mark: occasionally she walks over to the rack to swap out her weapon of choice, with a smile in the corner of her mouth. I can tell she is eager to try new tools, her eyes widening with excitement as she methodically extracts her vengeance. With each cut I see her glow brighter, and with each weakened scream of her victim, I see that smile get that much wider.
After an hour or two, she reaches for the large carving blade on my tool rack, and walks over to the side of the table. Her heels make no noise–the pools of blood below her muffling her footsteps–and she drags the knife ever so slowly across his chest, caressing his skin with the tip of the blade.
“You know, you’ve been a lot of fun,” she says, pressing the knife until red beads well up against the cool steel. “But I think it’s time our session comes to an end, don’t you.”
The man has no voice left to speak, his eyes red and tearless as the veins in his temples pulse in a desperate attempt to keep blood flowing to his brain. Slowly, he closes his eyes in acceptance, and for a moment, I swear I see him breathe a sigh of relief.
Eve isn’t having it.
“Now now, didn’t your mother ever teach you to answer when someone is talking to you?”
She grabs his head and lifts it from the table, forcing him to face her. He opens his eyes slowly, meeting hers with a pleading glance as he nods slowly.
Eve grins, leaning into him until her nose is almost touching his.
“So, what do you think? Have you had enough? I want you to tell me. I want to hear you BEG me to kill you.”
He opens his mouth, tongue working around as he tries desperately to form the words, but there are none to be found.
“Oh, so you want to keep going?!” Eve says, her voice rising as she drops his head and presses the steel into his skin above his heart, slicing a huge gash that I KNOW has nearly reached bone. I can see it in the way the knife gives Eve subtle resistance, the way the man’s legs shake violently as his nerves catch fire. I look at her face, and see drops of perspiration beading at her neck and forehead: she’s tiring out, and I’m only too amazed that it took her this long before she started to wear. My first session was only an hour long, and by the end I was panting and nauseous.
I feel the corner of my mouth tug slightly with pride.
The pain pushes her victim past his fatigue as he slowly hollers out in desperation.
“PLEEEAAAASE, KILL MEEEEE…..”
His voice trails off as Eve stops in her tracks, and leans back in to face him.
“I thought you’d never ask.”
She turns sharply and walks a few steps over to the tool rack, her fingers curling around the obsidian blade that she brought with her. As she grasps it, I can see a new wave of strength straighten her back and lift her chin, as if the blade is lending power to her.
Stop it Jason, it’s just a fucking antique.
I shake my head slightly, my lips doing precious little to prevent a chuckle from escaping from my throat. Eve’s head snaps in my direction, as if she had forgotten I was there, and her eyes darken as her lips curl.
“What’s so funny, handsome?”
“Nothing, really,” I muse, spreading my knees and leaning back in my chair comfortably. “It’s almost as if that knife brought you back to life.”
She holds the jagged black dagger to her face, her eyes dancing over its facets and edges with a look that one would give to their true love.
“All my life, I’ve studied human sacrifice. Torture. The rituals, the symbolism, the meaning behind it all. There is something about purification through pain, about sacrificing the one life you have to a greater cause or belief, that just fascinates me. It always has. And it’s not unlike what I’m doing here with you.”
She turns to face the man, surveying his body for a moment as if to gauge the right spot before holding the dagger above his chest. She nestles the tip against the gash, just above his heart. The man flinches, barely hanging onto consciousness, and Eve turns to face me. The harsh lighting from above casts shadows on her skin, and her eyes look like black orbs as she smiles widely at me. For a moment, my mind flashes back to the night I met my mentor all those years ago in that hotel room. I would recognize that smile anywhere.
The smile of a killer.
“Killing him means killing the old me,” she says, cocking her head slightly as she considers her words. “Sacrificing myself to you, to the Suits, to vengeance. Poetic, isn’t it?”
She turns back towards the table, and in one fluid motion, she presses down on the dagger and slowly drives it into the man’s chest. His back arches slightly as the obsidian nearly disappears completely, finding purchase and coming to rest in his most vital organ.
Eve releases the blade and turns to face me: she doesn’t check if he’s dead, and she doesn’t need to. She knew exactly where to cut, where to stab, where to ease the dagger so that it would slip effortlessly between his ribs.
I’ve never been more turned on.
I can feel my cock twitch in my pants, and as I shake my leg slightly to settle myself, Eve comes over and straddles me, grinding her pussy against my cock so slowly I can’t help but to groan in response.
“So, handsome…did I do well?”
I can’t stop staring at her face, reading her and soaking her in. Even as I feel her arm slip behind my head and bring my lips to hers, I watch her. Marvel at her. Splashes of red are slicked against her dress, her face beaded with sweat, her green eyes darkened with bloodlust…
I want her.
I want her right now.
My hands snake up her legs and under her dress as I grab her ass and grind up into her. My cock feels like it’s about to tear through my pants, and she knows it: reaching down with one hand between her legs, she unzips me while she grasps a fistful of my hair with the other. My neck cracks when she pulls my head back, exposing my throat for only a second before tearing the mask from my face and planting her mouth on me, dragging her tongue from my collarbone to my chin. I let out a groan when I feel my dick spring free, precum already beading on my head as she grips it firmly and guides it between her legs until it slides against her entrance.
She’s not wearing any underwear. She’s warm and wet.
And I lose it.
Jerking my hips up, I thrust HARD inside her as she howls in surprise. My fingers curl around her ass and dig into her soft, supple skin, holding her in place as I yank the other from under her dress and grab her by the throat. I snap my head up to face her, breaking her grip on my hair.
“You did SO well, Princess,” I growl huskily as I use my grip under her dress to drive her further down on my dick and hold her there. Her pussy clenches in response while her hips try to wildly grind against me. I can feel her veins pulsing under my palm as her heartbeat increases, her breathing ragged as she reaches behind me with both hands and grabs the back of the chair for dear life, working her hips so forcefully against my cock that I already feel my orgasm building.
“Oh my GOD,” is all I can get out as I slide my hand to the nape of her neck, bringing her face to mine as we slam into each other. I taste copper as her teeth tear at my lips, this feral creature on top of me not caring about anything other than her pleasure. And I’m right there with her.
I feel her tongue in my mouth and I bite down, eliciting a whimper as she releases the chair and wraps her arms around my neck, working her mouth against mine as she struggles against me. Sliding my hand from the back of her neck to the small of her back, I plant my hands on her and stand, walking over towards the table with her wrapped around me. Backing her up to the cold steel surface, I sit her on the end near the corpse’s leg, releasing her as I rush to unfasten the restraints on his angles. She needs no explanation, turning to crawl on her hands and knees over the mutilated body below and release his wrists from the cuffs at his sides. The sight of her crawling away has me mesmerized as my eyes travel from the smooth skin of her thighs, up to where her dress has crawled up to reveal the slightest hint of her ass: my hand mark is still visible on one cheek, and I can’t help but to smile wickedly to myself as I finish with my restraints.
Together we push him off the edge, not a care in the world as the body rolls and hits the floor with a sick, wet thud. She turns to look at me, still on all fours, and I am paralyzed with desire.
“Jace…” she coos as she slowly crawls towards me, her hands and legs slowly sliding through the pools of blood on the surface under her.
I lick my lips, feeling the tear from her teeth, and a rumble escapes my throat. In one swift motion, I unbutton my pants and slide them to the floor, baring myself completely as I step out of them and grab a towel from the rack behind me.
“We can’t have you sliding off, now, can we?”
I toss her the towel as she rises to her knees and lays it down on the table before returning to all fours on top of it. She’s wild right now, hot and needy and drunk off of her kill.
“How do you want me?” She asks, her eyes glued to mine as she slowly lowers her torso until she’s pressed against the table, ass in the air. She’s teasing me. And I fucking love every second of it.
“Don’t move. I want you just like that.”
I waste no time walking around the table until I’m behind her. From this angle, her pussy is exposed at the perfect height…and I’m feeling hungry.
My hands find purchase on her ass and I slide my hands inward until my thumbs are on either side of her lips, spreading them apart and admiring every inch of her. Glistening, inviting, and flushed with arousal.
Before either of us has time to blink, I plunge my face towards her and bury my tongue deep inside her. She tastes sweet, tangy, and every drop is mine to savor. All mine. As I move my lips against her I feel her grip either side of the table with her hands as she pushes back against my face. I growl into her slit while I move my hands up around her hips, locking her in place and pressing my mouth into her, working my jaw maniacally and relishing her as if she’s my last fucking meal.
“FUCK, Jace,” she cries as she moves her hips frantically against me, chasing her release. I slide my mouth down and take her clit between my teeth, pulling slightly before locking my lips around her and sucking, hard. Keeping her clit in my mouth, I circle it with my tongue and instantly feel a surge of wetness splash against my face as she comes hard.
She HAS been on the edge, goddamn. Who knew that killing would turn her on like this?
Her scream echoes through the room, heating my blood and causing my cock to stiffen against the table. I don’t need any convincing, and in a few seconds I’m climbing up on the table and kneeling behind her.
Will this bitch even hold the both of us?
Fuck it, we’re gonna find out.
My hands scramble to push her dress up as she rises to her knees and pulls it over her head, tossing it aside. I grab her shoulders and pull her back so she’s leaning against me, her back molding to my chest while my cock settles against her ass. The warmth between us builds as I bring my mouth to her neck, nipping and sucking and doing everything I can to not bite down. To not draw blood. To not mark her in all the evil, primal ways I want to.
I want to devour her, body and soul, and right now I can think of nothing else.
My tongue traces a long delicate line from her shoulder to her jaw, my hand wrapping around her to tilt her chin up and away. As I lay claim to her neck, I slowly slide my free hand across her stomach, easing it downwards between her legs. My fingers find her clit, and I slowly apply pressure as I circle it over and over.
Eve’s moan echoes in my ear, and I can no longer help myself: I fix my mouth on the base of her neck and let my teeth roam, taking her soft skin in my mouth. The salt of her sweat is a drug, and I can’t tear myself away: she yells with surprise as I bite down, her hips working against my hand telling me she’s enjoying herself, so I keep my teeth fixed as I rub her clit faster. Her cries turn into screams as she tries to thrust against my palm. I move my hand from her chin to her neck, circling the front of her throat and holding her there while I work her clit mercilessly. In seconds she’s coming, her warm juices coating my hand and our legs: she’s a fucking goddess, and I intend on fucking her like one.
Before she has time to catch her breath, I pull my hands away and plan them on her back, pushing her forward into doggy as I grab her waist with my hands. Lining myself up with her soaking pussy, I mount her like an animal and thrust my hips as hard as I can against her. The feeling of insatiability that is coursing through my veins drives me as I shove her down onto her belly, her legs straightening under me while I straddle her thighs and plant my hands on either side of her. My fingers curl around either side of the table, fighting for grip amidst the blood still dripping around them. Burying myself inside her, I feel her stretching and throbbing around me as she groans into the towel below her.
“Does that feel good, Princess?” I muse as I keep myself buried to my balls, grinding and digging into her as I feel my cock sliding against her g-spot. She grunts in reply, and I look over her shoulder to see her eyes rolled into the back of her head. For a second I wonder if I should stop and let her catch her breath.
Nah. She needs this. She DESERVES this.
Taking one hand from the table, I plant it on the back of her neck, my thumb gently caressing her skin as I settle myself lower onto her and continue to grind against her. I feel the pressure of her orgasm building, my pace increasing as I try to satisfy the feral desire I have for this woman. I want to possess her, to bury myself so deep inside her that she’ll feel me inside her tomorrow. With every thrust I fight my own climax, focusing instead on the delicious sight before me: the curve of her back, the blood of her enemy painted across her body, her hips rising to meet mine as her head tosses back and forth…I’ve never seen anything more beautiful in my fucking life.
A low moan escapes her lips, growing to a frantic pant as she comes all over my cock. The towel below us is wrecked, her juices seeping through the top as blood soaks through from the bottom. I pay it no mind as I take a shuddering breath, balancing on the precipice while I sit back, bringing my hands to her ass and spreading her wide before sliding slowly in and out of her pussy. The blood on my hands smearing across her cheeks is a stark contrast against her alabaster skin..
“Jace…” she moans hoarsely as she raises her hips slightly, trying to coax me fully into her. I chuckle.
“None of that now, Eve,” I say as I pull out completely before slowly, tortuously easing my tip past her entrance. “I want to savor this. And I don’t want you coming again until I say so.”
It takes every ounce of my self-control to keep from pushing further, and for a few moments I move as slowly as I can, easing in just the swollen tip of my cock before sliding it back out. Watching her stretch for me. Craving me. Catching my breath. Teasing her. Relishing the chemistry between us.
“There is nothing like watching your pussy take my cock like this,” I croon while I give her a few more slow pumps, feeling her shudder as she grinds downward into the table, trying to rub her clit on the rough towel below her.
As fun as it is to watch her struggle, I’m anything if not a gentleman.
I reach around her hips with one hand, my fingers brushing against her clit as I begin to rub slowly and slide fully into her, one inch at a time.
“That’s right, baby,” I grunt through gritted teeth, struggling to keep myself at bay. “Such a good fucking girl…”
“Oh Jesus, Jace,” she moans as she works herself against my hand, her breath hitching as she clenches around my cock while I ride her slowly, firmly, thrusting in hard and dragging myself out so slowly I can feel her every texture as she clenches against me.
Eve’s legs begin to shake as she eases herself forward, my cock slipping out of her while she twists on the table, rotating until she’s on her back and wrapping her legs around my hips.
“I want you, Jason.” Her words are breathy--barely above a whisper–and her eyes fixate on my face. “I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life.”
Her thighs flex as she pulls me in, her words a brushfire that heat my very core as I position myself and ease back into her. My hands move to her knees, pushing them up and out to expose every inch of her, baring her to me.
She is mine.
With a deep, shuddering breath, I bury myself as far into her as I can go, releasing her legs and collapsing to my elbows on either side of her head. She throws her head back and groans, her breath hot and heavy on my neck as I wrap my fingers through her hair, tugging and massaging while I feel her pussy clench against me.
“I….I….Oh..my God…” her words are lost amidst the rhythmic panting and groaning that builds between us. Her legs are wrapping around me, desperate to bring me closer, to keep us connected as her hips rise to meet my thrusts. I increase my pace, my breathing becoming quick and shallow. Not much longer now. Our eyes are locked on each other, reading each other, finding pleasure in the way we make each other feel. I gaze at this woman below me, covered in blood, sweat, and desire, and I know in my heart that there will never be anyone else for me as long as I live.
My lust-drunk haze breaks as I bottom out inside her and grind my pelvis against hers: we come together while she locks her legs around me to thrust up and ride my cock from below, milking me for every drop she can. Her cry is long and heated, the most exquisite sound of pleasure I’ve ever heard: as I lower myself onto her and kiss her neck, she whispers in my ear.
“I love you, my King.”