Page 41 of Drowned In Silence
He goes to his duffle bag, rummages inside it, and pulls out a first-aid kit. When he comes back toward me, I try not to flinch. He notices and all I can see is the sympathy in his eyesas he kneels down and grabs my leg. Gently, he cleans off my thigh with an alcohol swab before putting a couple butterfly bandages on the cut. When he is finished, he picks me back up in his arms, turns around, and flops back onto the bed with me on top.
My body straddles his, legs on either side of his hips, and hands on his chest. I can feel every inch of his body under mine.Nothingis left to my imagination. His hardness presses into my ass, his hands finding their way onto my hips.
“Elliot,” I whisper.
“If you want to cut someone open, then you will cut me. You want to watch the blood drip, you will watch it spill from my body. If you want to feel pain, thenIwill make you feel it. No one else. Not you, not your Father, no one. It’s me, Little Raven.Only fucking me,” he says, his voice deeper and more gruff than usual. It seems like it almost pains him to speak.
I shudder as he grabs a knife from his pocket, flips it open, and runs it over my hip and down my leg until it sits in front of me.
“Take it. Cut me,” he demands.
“I– I can’t…” My cheeks turn pink as my hand wraps around his, holding the blade together.
“Cut me, Dynah. You can’t hurt me more than my past already has.” Elliot transfers the knife into my hand. Letting go of my hip, he brings both hands to my face, pulling me down to his. “I promise.”
Our lips barely touch, his breath mixing with mine as we sit in the silence of the moment.
Show Me
Elliot
I can feel herentire body on top of mine. I feel fucking electrified. I’m the livewire and she is the electricity that runs through me.
“Do it, Dynah,” I grunt.
She sits on my hips, our bodies aligned so well that if we didn’t have clothes on, I could angle my hips up and slide right into her needy pussy. The blade of the knife slices into my arm slowly, I hiss at the pain, my eyes rolling back.
“That’s it. Good girl, Dynah. Again.”
She moves the knife from my bicep to my neck, blood slowly dripping off of it onto my throat.
“What if I…” she trails off, her brows furrowing and her mind lost in her thoughts.
“What if you what? Sliced my throat?” I grab her hand, our fingers interlacing against the cold handle of the knife. Pulling her hand closer, I lift my head at thesame time, forcing the blade to nick my own neck. “I would let you kill me. I’d let you slit my throat and bathe in the blood if that would make you happy. You mean everything to me.”
Without waiting for a reply, I pull the knife from her hand and throw it to the side. Keeping my hand on her hip, I turn us over and push her into the bed. She squeaks and looks up at me.
“You would?”
Leaning down, I run my tongue from in between her tits and up to her throat, curving around and licking to her ear.
“Always, Darling,” I whisper into her ear.
She raises her hips to meet mine, pressing herself into my hard cock.
“Do you need something, Dynah?”
She lets out a breathy moan when I press my lips to hers. Our kiss is everything I’ve wanted it to be. I’ve waited so long for this moment and it’s perfect. The small and gentle kiss I gave her the other night wasn’t enough. It will never be enough for me. Her tongue begs for mine, prying its way in between my lips. I kiss her back with everything I am, grinding my cock onto her inner cut up thighs, and gripping her hip tightly.
“I need you. Please,” she begs, breaking our firstrealkiss.
The amount of times I’ve wished she would have said these words– dreamt that she would beg me from under my body…
“Please, Elliot?” She grabs at the hem of my shirt, pulling it up and off. When she tosses it into the abyss, she runs her hands along my skin, over my arms, across my chest, and down to my V-line. She pays special attention to the giant raven tattoo spread out on my chest. She traces it with her finger, making a full outline before moving on. Dynah bitesher lip as I stare at her, watching every little movement and facial expression she makes.
“Are you sure you want this, Little Raven?” I hesitate, letting her have options.
“Yes. I’m sure.”