The Games We Play

19. Eighteen - Tess

Eighteen - Tess

Blood. It’s all I can see. Smeared across my body, pooling around my feet, and splattered across the walls. I ache for the high of the night in the clown house; the knife cut into his flesh so easily. The way watching the blood beaded across my chest cleared my head and made me feel euphoric.

I slide down the bathroom wall, twirling a hunting knife in my hand. I found it in a box of Dad’s stuff in the basement. He was an avid hunter when I was younger, who went on more hunting trips than I recall.

The cold metal slides across my naked body. My nipples pebble and my breath quickens as I slide the blade closer to the sensitive skin, then down my arms and across my abdomen. Something so lethal, if in the right hands, but a beautifully crafted means of survival if used in that manner.

Ryan had so many questions after that night we had at Haunted Nights. It changed me somehow. The world is clearer. Things that I thought mattered, don’t anymore. I couldn’t tell him what really happened, of course. You don’t just fess up to murder. Not even to your best friend. You’d like to think they’d help you bury the body with no questions, but let’s be real—they’d have some serious questions.

Not to mention the fact that I claimed my stalker. Branded him so everyone will know he’s mine, and he did the same to me. I brush my fingers over the X on my chest. This is how I know it’s all real. That I’m not hallucinating or dreaming. This is my proof.

I line the knife up with the healing mark and gasp as the first drop of blood beads down over my breast. A smile curls my lips and I groan as I drag the blade down the healing mark, reopening it and relishing in the pain. I slide my free hand down my tightening abdomen and run my fingers over my clit. The knife presses harder into my skin, my breath quickens. I pant through the pain as an orgasm builds in my core.

“X,” I moan and move the blade to a perpendicular diagonal line. A hand wraps around my throat and another helps guide the knife along the cut on my chest.

“I want to watch you,” he says. I look up through my eyelashes at the familiar mask. He stands from his crouched position and moves to lean on the vanity, tantalizingly unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock free.

I lick my lips as his hand moves up and down his hardening erection. The muscles in his hand and exposed forearm flex with each pass. I moan and press my fingers into my sensitive core, stroking myself, imagining it is X’s cock inside, working me to ecstasy. I drop the blade, finishing the mark and palm my breast, pinching my nipple, smearing my vibrant red blood across my body.

“Do you like what you see?” I ask.

The veins in his hands pop and his cock twitches .

“Don’t come,” he growls.

“What?” I say breathlessly, my legs tensing. I’m so close. My eyelids fall closed and my head leans back into the wall. X grabs my wrist from between my legs and slams my arm over my head. I jerk my eyes up to find his mask is a handsbreadth from me.

“That’s mine.” He cups the apex of my thighs and I bear down on his hand.

His . I’m his . I’ll gladly burn in this inferno of want and need as long as X is the one pulling me from the ashes.

He buries his fingers inside my pussy, but just as quickly pulls them out and sucks on his fingers. “I need more,” he groans. He lifts me from the floor and throws me over his shoulder with ease.

My nails scratch down his back and his muscles ripple underneath me. He tightens his grip before dropping me onto my bed. Quickly, he ties a piece of fabric over my eyes and then around my wrists, securing them above me. X’s weight shifts off the bed and something rattles in the room. A cold, smooth sensation slides down my sternum and abdomen, pausing over my clit.

“What is that?” I ask, squirming under the freezing item.

“Do you like it?” he drags it back up and grazes each nipple. It tickles running down my ribs.

Water . It’s melting Ice .

“Yes. ”

He holds the cube over my clit, freezing it, numbing it to the touch. The pressure releases and is replaced with X’s hot mouth. His teeth bite down and my back comes off the bed. The orgasm he robbed me of earlier rushes to the surface, along with my blood, as he sucks. I grip around the bindings on my wrists and mewl his name. I’m so fucking close. His tongue and teeth abandon my pussy and I whimper.

So fucking close .

“I can’t take it.” Pulling on the restraints, I grow desperate for a release.

“I want you to come on my mouth, Puppet. I want to swallow every ounce of you.” He adds another ice cube and slowly drags his fingers along my seam, teasing me. “Can you do that for me?”

“Yes!” I cry out. Begging him to get back to work.

“So eager to please,” he chuckles.

“X,” I plead.

“I’ve got you, baby girl.” He removes the ice and his fingers sink deep into my pussy while he works my sensitive bundle of nerves. My body is wound so tight, I can barely breathe. “Tell the world who you belong to.”

He bites down on my clit and I scream his name as a blinding orgasm fries my every nerve ending. X’s mouth disappears and his thick cock replaces his fingers. He buries it inside of me, his pelvis slapping against my spread legs. My pussy clenches around him, tightening to keep him there. He grunts as he thrusts harder into me, forcing me to brace my hands above my head to keep from sliding up the mattress.

“You’re such a good fucking slut, tightening around my dick. Listen to how wet you are for me.”

Our bodies slap together and I revel in the sucking sound of his cock moving in and out of me. He pulls my nipple into his mouth, biting it before moving to the other one. “Give me one more,” he demands, and he rams into me hard. I’m shoved off the edge he had me dancing on without warning. I swear I black out a moment, the sounds between X and I disappear and I’m floating, weightless .

The promises from all these months of teasing me are real. And I fucking want so much more.

I come back to X roaring his release, his hand around my throat and his lips crashing into mine. How will I ever get enough of him ?

I lie there for a few moments as his panting breaths blow across the hollow of my throat.

His weight shifts off of me and he unties my wrists, kissing the inside of each palm as he does.

“Are you leaving again?” I ask, not wanting to remove the blindfold and see that I’m alone.

“You want me to stay, Puppet?” His voice comes from the other side of my room. He was getting ready to leave. “Nothing good comes from getting attached to a man like me. I’m not good. Not even in the slightest.”

I brush my fingers across my clotted X over my heart. I think I’m far past attached , but what will happen if he sees that side of me ?

“I wasn’t done playing with you,” I purr, rising onto my knees and spreading my legs wide, his cum and my juices sliding down my thighs. I run my fingers across my center and pop my fingers into my mouth, tasting us mixed together. X groans and his footfalls approach before he’s gripping my throat, his tongue plunging into my mouth to dance with mine.

“Let’s see how many times you can come for me, Pet.”

** *

I roll over the side of the bed and plant my jelly legs on the floor. Hours. I’ve had X in my room with me for hours, but there is a want coursing through my blood that even he can’t sate.

“Not Satisfied?” X asks, his voice thick with being so close to sleep. My fingers explored every inch of his face, memorizing his angular cheeks and full lips.

“Sexually? Yes,” I respond and find a pair of black leggings and a black shirt.

“Going somewhere?” The bed rustles in the darkness behind me. He shuffles into his clothes and the blue light from the mask illuminates the room.

“I have a thing I need to take care of,” I say casually and grab the knife from the bathroom floor. I spin and X takes up the entire doorway, his hands braced at the top of the wooden frame and he leans forward slightly. He’s shirtless and his muscles pop perfectly at this angle.

“A thing?” He tilts his head to the side and angles down at the knife.

“Can you teach me?”

“Teach you what?”

“I need to find someone. Someone who touched what is yours today.” The moment I say the words, he closes the distance between us in one step and pins me against the wall with bruising force.

“What are you keeping from me, Puppet?”

“I envisioned killing him at the restaurant. Watching the life drain from his eyes. Using his blood to make a masterpiece.” I twirl the blade in my hands and glance back up at the dominating man before me.

“Your wish is my command. Does this person have a name?”

“Jackson Henry.”

He nods and backs up a step. “Tomorrow night we will hunt. ”

I pop out my bottom lip at being told I have to wait and X pulls it down with his thumb. “You need to rest Puppet and frankly, so do I. Tomorrow we’ll feed the beast inside both of us.”