Chapter twenty-six
Possibilityof: Body modification, sharing, bondage, gag, blindfold, anal sex, outside partner, degradation, humiliation…
Damn, Blanche continues to shock me. I would be lying if I said the menu of activities listed in this last script didn’t make me nervous. It’s vague, the least descriptive packet we’ve gotten thus far. Apparently, she and Sasha worked something out so that he’ll have creative say to improvise as we go. I signed off on everything, of course. I’m not going to give him the satisfaction of my cowardice.
The thought of Sasha makes my stomach roil. Today will be my first time seeing him since our fight, and I’m nervous about that as well. My anger over the past week has faded, leaving a sorrow like none I’ve ever known in its place. I know he doesn’t deserve my tears after the way he dismissed me, but I can’t help it. I love him. I trusted him. But he led me to think I was safe in his arms, then left the moment I needed him.
With a deep breath, I walk into the empty basement/studio. Blanche is gone for the week and had the crew set everything up beforehand, but I guess Sasha is late, busy with whatever he’sbeen doing for the past week. I hardly know anything about the man who holds my heart in his hands. It didn’t feel that way when we were together. No, his arms used to feel likehome.
I jump at the sound of someone clearing their throat and turn to see Sasha propped against the doorframe, a smug look on his face. He’s dressed in all black, accentuating his tattoos. His hair, still damp from a shower, looks almost black as well. I take a deep breath and am surrounded by his intoxicating aroma. It’s faded in our cottage since he left, and I have to fight my eyes from rolling back as it fills my senses. It’s almost exactly like I remember, except there’s something new. The moment I realize what I’m smelling, he lifts a cigarette to his mouth, inhales, then puffs out a ring of smoke. I would generally discourage such behavior, butdamn. Sexy doesn’t do him justice. He’s devastating.
As if he can read my mind, his smirk grows. Or maybe it’s because I’m staring at him with my mouth wide open, practically drooling. He saunters toward me, and I freeze as he crowds my space. When he finally stops, there’s barely an inch between us.
Our gaze locks, and I swear I see a glimpse ofmySasha in his eyes. Slowly, he leans down, like he has so many times before, each ending in a kiss. Suddenly, I forget any reason I had to be mad at this man.Every couple fights. It’s completely normal, Lucy.
My eyes are closed in anticipation of his lips on mine, but instead of a kiss, I get a mouthful of smoke. He continues blowing into me as I choke, only stopping when I hunch over coughing.
He chuckles. “You should really keep that big mouth of yours closed, Sunshine. You never know what someone will put in it.”
When I finally calm myself, I look up to see him leaning against the chair in the center of the room. His eyes are dark, any spark of the man I knew gone completely. My heart breaksand hardens all at once. I want to run back to the place we used to call our home, curl up in a ball, and cry. But I can’t show any weakness right now.
Straightening, I walk to the chair in the center of the room. It’s similar to one you would find in a doctor’s office, for whatever “procedure” is supposed to take place in the scene.Please let this be some kind weird of OB/GYN kink Blanche and her late husband had.Sitting down as gracefully as possible, I stare straight ahead, trying my best to avoid a glimpse of the man beside me.
“I’m ready when you are.”
“Lucy, Lucy, Lucy.” He circles the chair, like the predator he is, and I can feel him eyeing me like the pathetic, weak prey I am. Stopping in front of me, he leans down so that we are eye to eye. “Are yousureyou want to go through with this, Sunshine? I promise it won’t be fun. Well, for you anyway.I’llhave a fucking blast.”
“I’m sure.”
It’s barely a whisper. But I hold my shoulders back with pride as I meet his gaze. He doesn’t move, as if he’s just as frozen in this moment as I am, and I have to fight the tears threatening to fall.
“If you say so.” He searches me one last time. “Lie back.”
I follow his command, not daring to watch as he walks away to grab something from the side of the room. When he returns, he makes quick work of binding me, starting with my wrists and then my ankles. My position does resemble that of a gyno checkup, although I’m not lying down completely. Instead, I’m slightly sat up with my arms tied above my head and my ankles tied to the stirrups at the base of the chair when he drops a pair of keys in my hand. “You’ll be gagged so you won’t be able to say anything. Drop these if you want the scene to end.”
I can barely breathe, but regardless, I take the keys from him and nod.
“But Lucy…” I look up to see the devil smiling down at me. “Just know that if you stop, it’s over. And not just the scene either. You drop those keys, andit’s allover. You might as well go directly home and pack your bags because I will be telling Blanche what you’ve been up to.”
I nod as I swallow the last bit of moisture in my mouth.What have I gotten myself into?
When he’s finished adjusting the ball gag, he stands over me with a proud expression. I try not to preen under his gaze, but it’s like my body has a subconscious need to please this man.
“You forgot to take your clothes off before we did this, silly girl.”
He flips a knife in an expert maneuver before bringing it to my neck. I don’tthinkhe would kill me. Would he? Confidence in my safety vanishes the moment I feel cool droplets of liquid followed by sudden stinging where his blade rests cool against my warm skin. My eyes widen as I scream around my gag, but he doesn’t falter, just continues placing small cuts down to where the band of my pants rests low on my hips.
“A fun fact about me, Sunshine. I knowexactlyhow deep to cut to maim.” He pushes his blade deeper, and to his point, the pain grows significantly. “I know exactly where the main arteries are too. Exactly where to cut to leave a man bleeding out. I haven’t killed a woman…yet.”
At last, he gives my body some relief and slices through my pants, leaving them to fall with my thong in shreds below us. The moment he sees me bare before him, his eyes darken. I’ve seen that look countless times before. Lust. Longing. But something else is there as well. A savagery that belongs to this new Sasha. A reminder that this isn’t the man I fell in love with. No, this is a demon.
With me at his mercy, he dips his head between my thighs, resting his head against my core. I should want him to get the fuck away from me, but my traitorous body shivers as his breath dances across my skin.
“Mmm, this pussy is mine, Lucy. Do you understand? Even if I never fuck you again a day in my life, it belongs to me. And everyone who comes after me will know it.”
He chuckles when he sees my brows furrowed in confusion. “Come in!”
At his request, a tall, slender man walks in, and I can see from the corner of my eye that he’s carrying a plastic suitcase.
