Page 6 of Only in the Dark (Bound By Darkness Duet #1)

I did as he commanded, flipping onto my stomach.

His hand came down on my right cheek, hard, stinging.

“One!” I shouted out. His had landed again, and I knew it’d leave a nice bruise.

“Two,” I said breathily, loving the sensation of the pain mingling with the pleasure.

I wanted to sit down and feel what he had done.

I didn’t feel safe asking men to spank me or be rough with me, but having a stalker take it from me worked out perfectly.

He spanked me a few more times as promised, and I counted out, biting my lip and fighting the urge to moan, but each sharp slap resonated through my body, sending an electric jolt straight to my clit.

I could feel the growing warmth and dampness pooling on the sheets beneath me, a testament to the intensity of the sensation.

“Ten!” I yelled as the last strike landed, moaning into the pillow.

I felt the knife’s blade run along my ass before I felt the cold handle of the knife against my slit, my eyes widening. “If you can get off on the knife handle, I’ll let you get off, baby,” he said, his voice deep but soft as the cold material pushed inside me.

I hesitated at first, unsure if I would enjoy it, but the adrenaline rush sent a thrill tingling through my body.

My heartbeat quickened, and the mix of fear and excitement heightened the sensation.

I buried my face into the pillow, muffling the sound of my moans as I surrendered to the overwhelming pleasure.

“Don’t hide your sounds, Little Serpent,” he said, his hand landing on my sore ass. “I want to hear them all.” At his command, I turned my head to lay on my ear, moaning into the air while he pushed the knife in and out of me harshly, curving it upward.

“Oh God, that feels so fucking good,” I said between moans, my eyes ready to roll to the back of my head.

I started to lift my hips off the bed, pushing back and riding the handle, careful not to hit the blade.

I wondered if his hand was okay until I remembered he was wearing a thick glove that’d protect him.

“God can’t answer your call; the devil’s here instead, darling,” he whispered low to my ear, his warm breath sending chills down my spine. “Turn around. I want to watch your face when you come.”

He pulled the knife from inside me, and I flipped to lay on my back.

Then, he moved down on the bed, settling between my legs and pushing the knife back inside me.

My hips bucked off the bed, my body squirming helplessly.

He placed his hand on my lower abdomen and pushed my hips down.

The feeling was unlike anything I had ever felt before.

My upper body jolted up, and I leaned on my elbows, watching him from above with my mouth wide open and loud moans escaping.

“Holy fuck! Oh God, Ghost, I’m going to come,” I said between heavy breathing.

He drove the knife into my pussy harder.

I felt my pussy spasm around the cold steel, my orgasm close.

And then, unexpectedly, my hole was empty when he removed the knife, my orgasm denied once again.

He pulled down his boxers and exposed his hard length, then he pushed his fingers inside my pussy again, quickly removing them and spreading the juices around his cock.

Then, he took the knife and cut a part of his arm just enough to let the blood drip, joining the wetness on his cock.

He started to stroke his length and moan—a sound I wish men had made more often—until his hips began to jerk.

His muscles tensed and his breath became ragged, each exhale turning into a sharp gasp.

Seconds later, I felt his cum landing on my bare pussy.

“Fuck, you look so beautiful when you’re fucking wrecked like this. I can’t deny you anymore,” he said. “Don’t worry, Little Serpent. I have negative test results waiting for you in your text messages. And I know yours from your last check-up.”

He swept the cum from my pussy onto three gloved fingers before shoving them inside me roughly, his thumb once again working my clit.

“Oh God, oh fuck, holy shit,” I chanted, something heightening my pleasure beyond belief.

I was more than glad I was on birth control, and of course my stalker knew that.

Once my orgasm swept my entire body, my hips lifted off the bed, my head and upper body thrashed as a mixture of moans and a scream took over, an unfamiliar sensation engulfing me. All the muscles in my body spasmed as my pussy clenched my stalker’s fingers.

My hand reached out instinctively and gripped his shirt, tugging it as tight as possible. “Ghostface!” I wailed, sure I felt tears running down my face from the extreme pleasure cresting. “Holy fucking Christ.”

He removed his fingers from me and used his hand to rub my clit roughly, and soon my body was squirting, something I didn’t think was humanly possible. I felt insecure about it, but I couldn’t control the shaking through my body, my vision white along the edges as I danced between consciousness.

“So fucking beautiful,” was the last thing I heard my stalker say before the intense orgasm led me to briefly pass out.

I woke up however many minutes later with him still in the room, dressed, and sitting on the bed.

“I’m going to run you a warm bath before I leave, but I better see you Saturday. I’d hate to see what would happen if I had to chase you down, Olivia,” he threatened, the knife dancing in his hands before he pocketed it and did as he said he would.

I still had no interest in going to the club. He could come here if he wanted, but we could never be anything but together in the darkness. It was all our destiny would allow.

“Before I forget, I left you a gift on the pillow next to you,” he said with the hint of a chuckle.

I was convinced I wouldn’t appreciate his idea of a gift, and when my head spun around and saw what he had left me, my heart sank into my stomach, my dinner threatened to make a reappearance.

A pair of my lace panties…but they had been soiled with his cum.

Still, there was something undeniably thrilling about him taking them, using them, and then returning them so I’d be aware.