“The 2nd,” he confirmed.
I hung up, shoving my phone away as I stepped up to the door and slowly crouched down.
I heard her hitched breath, the shuffle at the bottom of the closet.
My cock throbbed again, thinking back to how worked up she had been earlier. Pressing her thighs together, her fingers itching at the hem of her dress. She must have not been able to handle it, which I could understand. She was new to this, and once a person learned how to rid themselves of an ache, it could become addicting.
Her panting seeped through the door, and I could hear her writhing, the shoes moving.
I could feel the muscles within me tense, my heart beating just a hair too hard. She had no idea what she was doing, so calling her a tease wasn’t fair, but wasn’t she? Wasn’t she teasing me? Trying to pull me in, to…taunt.
I worked my jaw, trying to shove the thoughts away as I reached up, slowly pushing that door open.
She was lying on her back on the ground, her knees up, her hand down the front of her sweats, her hips grinding against it.
My eyes lifted, my cock aching painfully. She had her other hand up her shirt, squeezing on her breast, pulling a little, twisting, her back arching up.
Her lips were parted, her breath coming out in short pants. She caught her lip between her teeth, her eyes closed, her face twisting, furrowing, her body shaking.
It was an effort not to wrap my hand around her throat, jerk her out, pin her down, and fuck her good and hard. Fuck her like the sinner she was while she offered up her blood to me unable to help herself.
My knife suddenly felt like a weight. Her blood would be so beautiful spreading across her porcelain skin. “Hello, little sinner.”
She jerked, her eyes flashing open, tearing her hands away from herself quickly as she scrambled back against the wall.
Her wild eyes found mine for a second before falling to the floor, her skin bright red, shame filling every inch of her.
Shame? No. There would never be any of that. Not in my world. “If you’re going to do it, then do it,” I told her, my voice a low threat. “Show me what the talk of blood and death does to you.”
Her throat bobbed, her heart racing in that pretty neck of hers.
“Lay on your back, Scarlett,” I told her, fighting the urge to touch myself. To even adjust myself. I’ll take the pain forever if she keeps doing that.
Her eyes lifted to mine for half a second before she started readjusting herself onto her back. Was it right? Was she doing it because she wanted to or because she couldn’t yet say no?
At the moment, I didn’t care. All I wanted was to see her body writhe in need.
When she was settled, I inched a little closer. “Slide two of your fingers back into your pussy and grab your tit. Don’t worry about the church, about what they’ll see. This is only for us. Only for me. For the blood you want to spill, and I know you want to spill it, doll. So do what you were always meant to do; drive the sword into their precious beating hearts, release them from their tar. Let the blood flood the halls,” I hummed, watching as her eyes fluttered closed, her hands flexing again. “Let it cover us in warmth.” Was it just my selfish inhibitions or was she far more ready than I assumed she would be given the circumstance?
Was I putting a little too muchcubinto this scenario? Had I let their bleeding hearts fill my cavernous chest?
That would need to be corrected.
Her lips parted, one hand drifting back to the hem of her sweats.
“That’s it, little sinner. Show them what they’ve created. Take those laws they gave you, the things they’ve lied about, and use it against them. We’re going to turn you into a weapon they never saw coming.”
Her hand disappeared under her sweats, and a second later, her body arched again.
“You feel that?” I asked, my eyes trained on that hand. “That little bundle of nerves that sends vibrations of pleasure through you with every graze. That’s called a clit, and one day, I’m going to make it scream.”
Her body arched, her hand finding her breast again, pulling and twisting.
“One day, I’m going to show you everything they’ve kept from you. The tears you will shed will be because of me. I’ll show you a world in which you have never even dreamed, and unfortunately for you, when the dam breaks, it will shatter. They’ll tell me to be gentle,” I purred, watching her writhe at the sound of my voice, “but I think what you need is to be shown the world you crave in all of its glory. Pain and pleasure go hand in hand, little sinner, and now that you know what your body can do, I’m going to push it right off the fucking cliff.”
She tensed, her entire body going rigid, her lungs all but stopped before she collapsed onto the floor, panting.
She pulled out her hand and held it up, seemingly forgetting that I was there, I suppose.
