“You.”
I drop her chin and step back. “I’m sure you’d rather I did it for you. I wouldn’t. Don’t speak again. Show me. Find more than what is in front of you. Hunt, Alice.”
A slow smile spreads across her face, before she starts inching her hand across her own skin. Slow. Everything she does from that point onwards is slow and seductive. Gentle pressure on her flesh, sweeping hands instead of rushed and abrasive.
I move further away and sit on the rock again, inclined to relax my own frame as she continues. The show’s captivating. Nothing like I expected. Fingers on her pert nipples, another sweep of her hand over her stomach, light touches to all those colours she wears. A surety seems to have developed in her, a sense of self possession worth admiring over the belligerence she normally holds. Perhaps it’s because of my honesty, or maybe just because we’re here – alive and breathing instead of the death I hoped for.
My own hand catches my dick, as I watch her, and I draw it out of my wet jeans so I can feel with her. She doesn’t look at it in my hand, nor does she waiver in her soft tempo. There’s an energy now, a deep sense of connection regardless of the lacking pills on my part. Eyes on each other constantly, a slow steady rhythm of notes created in the silence. Cadence. Beauty.
Our song.
I can hear it, as her hand travels lower, creating more sweeping circles around her thighs and light brushes over her cunt. No pressure, though. It’s a tease. Her and me. She’s more resilient to temptation than I thought she’d be. Less desperate, more patient. My own patience is beginning to wane in this atmosphere we’ve created. It shouldn’t. Not here. I brought her here for this, for the steady throb of seduction and vile intentions. But it’s that very nature – a nature that usually fills me with world-weariness – that’s causing my impatience for her.
My fingers beckon her, hand hooking backwards towards me. Still she keeps sweeping her skin like a little temptress, shoulders rolling under her own sensations. “Here. Now, Alice. Bring the blade with you.”
She frowns for half a beat, but picks up the knife and folds back down until both her palms land on the floor. Her hips are up as she crawls the distance between us, and I’m so mesmerised by the swell of her ass that I barely notice her getting to me until her head’s in between my legs.
She licks her lips and stares, her head tilted slightly, as if waiting for an instruction. My own lack of patience makes me grab her and lift her so quickly she yelps at the force. The blade is at my throat before she catches up with what she’s done, and she pants in my lap, frown back in place as if she might start fighting me. She could. I don’t mind that at all. She’ll lose, and she knows it, but it isn’t stopping her thinking about it.
“Get it out of the way. Isn’t that what you said?” I ask. My fingers run over her ass, gripping tightly to pull her closer, press the blade in deeper. Perhaps she needs to warm up to it, lose that anger inside her first before she yields. “You can take my throat if you like, little Alice. Do it. Watch as I bleed out for you. You know I’ll enjoy it.” I will. I know that much about this. For once, I’d get a thrill out of feeling someone try to end me. “Or you can just get on and fuck me. Take control if you must. Let’s get that bit out of the way.”
“Saved you,” she murmurs. “Saved you from badness.”
I watch, part absorbed in what might come now. No movement occurs. No inching onto my dick. She doesn’t even look at it, or take her hands to any other part of me. We’re just poised and looking at each other, my own gaze centred solely on those eyes. They seem intoxicating to me, as does her hand locked on a blade that could finish everything.
She shifts eventually, leaning herself backwards slightly, knees spread around my hips. “Keep saving you. My Malachi.” Her hands start moving on her skin again, head tipping back and eyes closing. I’m rapt, and yet infuriated that she’s not getting on with fucking. One or the other is what I want – an end or a start.
Colours keep blending in my gaze, her body rolling and undulating. Ribs, limbs, breasts firm and rounded, both of them in her hands, as she caresses herself and draws the blade around in slow circles. My dick aches at the sight of it, hands struggling to let her have this her way.
Eventually, near incensed by the continued tease, I stand and let her tumble backwards to the floor. Her legs and arms scramble on the rug, body flipping until she’s crouched beneath me. Better. Much preferred in fact. “You had your chance. You wasted it.”
She shoots backwards, body crawling until she hits a wall. Pointless.
There’s nowhere to run here, nowhere to escape me.
“Back on your knees, Alice.”
She spins to look at me, sneers her contempt at my raised voice.
“No. Not your own way.” She skitters sideways, gets up onto the steps. “Me. All me. Make my own rules now. Mine.” The knife points again, as she flicks her gaze around. “Not you. They’re here and I don’t hide. No more. Killed one.” She crouches, hugs the wall. “Badness. Kill all.”
Walking until I’m close enough, I grab her hair and drag until we’re out of the cavern and travelling through the tunnels. The ensuing rush of limbs, of her hands grasping for my wrist, does nothing to stop me getting her on her hands and knees again. “Patience isn’t my greatest virtue, Alice.” She shrieks and battles again, full force aimed at my knee joint by her foot.
I chuckle at the feeling of it, part ready to have this turn offensive if that’s the way she wants to play. I hoped for something else, though, which is frustrating. I pull the belt from my jeans to counter the inevitable fight that’s coming. Her hair gets dropped, both wrists grasped and tugged until they’re up behind her back and she’s rolling around on her stomach.
“Calm would have been easier for you.” Another jolt of her knee hits my thigh, causing minimal pain. It does make me smile, though, as I pull her body over towards the corner. “What a little tiger you are.”
She hisses, vicious eyes sending me all her attitude to play with. It isn’t until she’s fully backed up into the corner, her legs bunched up under her, that she finally stops kicking out at me.
“Off me!” she spits, squirming.
“No.”
I hold the dropped blade up in front of her, watching as she grates at the belt on the wall and tries to climb up the surface. “Stay down, Alice. Calm down. You’ll lose this fight. And I don’t particularly want to hit you.” Her body stills suddenly. “Good girl.”
I back away, giving her a little time to consider the thought. She’s clever enough to consider it wisely, body remaining perfectly still. “You found me, saved me. I’d like to find the rest of us now, and I’ll find it without your agreement if I have to.”
Chapter 13
