“Fuck Freya, you could cut me to pieces, and I’d love you for it.” I press kisses to her face, catching all her tears. “Tell me what you need, kitten.”
Freya threads her fingers through my hair and rocks her cunt against my length. “I need… I need you to make it hurt.”
She smudges the small ‘F’ she’s carved into my chest, and I follow her gaze to the knife.
“You want me to cut you, kitten?”
She shrugs, her throat bobbing. “Turnabouts fair play.”
The idea of my initials in blood has the possessive caveman in me pounding his chest but I need to make sure she wants this for the right reasons. I push off the bed and hold out a hand. “Come with me.”
After snagging Freya’s knife off the bed, I lead her into the bathroom and position us in front of the mirror over the double sinks. “Arms up.”
She does as she’s told and I strip her shirt off and unsnap her bra.
I brush my thumbs over her scars.
Freya watches, her hands curled around the edge of the counter as I wash my blood off the knife and dry it on a towel. Once everything is ready, I twist her hair around my fist and meet her gaze in the mirror, letting her see how serious I am. “I’m not going to do this if it’s just another way of you harming yourself.”
She shakes her head as much as my hold will allow. “It’s not. I promise.” She looks down at the knife in my hand. “My father used his knives to torture me, to prove he owned me. I don’t want to be scared anymore, Eli. And I don’t want to be owned.” She tilts her head back and looks up at me. “Not by him.”
I nod and bring the tip of the knife to the back of her shoulder. “You say stop and I stop. No questions asked, okay?”
“Okay.”
I go carefully, barely breaking her skin because this is more about reclaiming her power than actually causing pain. A tiny bead of red blood wells at the tip of the blade as I draw it down her shoulder. My cock throbs.
Freya gasps. I check in the mirror to make sure she’s alright, only relaxing when her eyes glaze over with arousal and she squeezes her thighs together.
My lips tip up and I go back to work, lightly drawing the blade across her freckled skin and leaving my initials behind.Tension bleeds into the air with every cut, making us both heady with arousal.
When I’m finished I drop the knife in the sink, metal clashing against the ceramic as I roughly undo Freya’s pants and thrust inside of her. I drop my head to her shoulder and suck the blood off, soothing the sting with my tongue.
“Eli,” she moans my name, her eyes rolling back as I wrap her hair tighter around my fist and tug her head back.
I fuck her in a frenzy, her blood like a shot of fire burning me from within. Seeing my initials carved into her skin does something to me and I don’t hold back.
It was only two days ago that Freya was lost to us and the need to remind her of who she belongs to pulses through me. I draw her earlobe between my teeth and nip at her. “Mine,” I growl. “You can go as dark as you fucking like, Freya. Pull as many knives on me as you want. Draw my blood and fucking bathe in it but it won’t change a thing. You are mine, Freya. No matter what you do. No matter how dark you go. You. Are. Mine.” I punctuate each of my final words with my hips, pumping into her as deep and hard as I can.
I pinch her clit between my fingers and she falls over the edge, screaming my name.
It’s still not enough though and I carry her into the shower, twisting the knob so warm water cascades over us as I take her once more against the tiles. I pull out when I’m finally drained and watch my seed spill from between Freya’s swollen pussy. I run my fingers through her lower lips, smearing my cum over her skin and playing with her clit till she loops her hands around the back of my neck.
“Eli,” she moans, resting her head against the wall. “Too much.”
“Hush, kitten. I say when it’s too much.”
Her cunt is hot under my fingers and the water runs over her breasts like silk, her crisscross scars glistening in the light. When I ease two fingers inside of her and curl them towards me her breath hitches and she falls into me, pressing her forehead to my chest.
Pink water falls in droplets from the fine cuts I made on her shoulder and I feel myself growing hard again at the sight. My chest expands, pride and possessiveness swirling inside of me.
I thought I lost the ability to feel like this. I thought the only things that could keep the numbness at bay were adrenaline highs and reckless decisions, but Freya has pure unbridled life flowing through my veins with a single touch. A single look.
I love this woman with every breath, every incessant beat of my heart. I love her light and I love her dark. And I love the way I can make her come apart.
She rises on tiptoes and her fingers curl around my hair and dig into the nape of my neck as her cunt squeezes tight around my fingers. Her release shudders out of her and I keep rolling circles over her clit, dragging the aftershocks out until she’s limp in my arms.
Lost to her pleasure, she floats in a daze as I wash her body and carry her out of the shower. I wrap her in a towel and sit her on the counter by the sink as I tend to both our cuts. The bleeding has stopped which means I don’t have to cover my mark up with a band-aid.Thank fuck. I plan to stare at my initials on her skin all night long.
