50. Love Hurts

50

LOVE HURTS

DAISY

It's been three days since the night both of us were nearly killed. I've been to the school to give my statement about the relationship between Lester and me and the board is currently trying to reinstate Lester because the fine arts program is pretty much falling apart without him.

They obviously take this case very seriously, and I don't think I'm allowed back in his class if he does get reinstated. Lester has been vague about his feelings about it, but I've heard him slip and say that he doesn't even want his job back. He's been crazy inspired over the last week and sculpting and sex is the only thing that helps him relieve stress. He's been working on an amazing sculpture, and if he keeps this up, he'll be set for a long time with all the money that will come in.

But the reason he has the job at the university on the side is not because he needs the money. He truly enjoys sharing his knowledge and craft, but most of all, he took the job because he needed something stable, so he could focus on his kills and prepare for them all year.

We've not heard a peep from the copycat and we've been on high alert even being behind locked doors. I've not spoken to my dad. I'm not ready because I'm still furious at him for what he's done.

Besides all the shit we have going on, Lester and I have been living our lives to the fullest. Which is exactly what we're doing right now, as I lie naked on the kitchen island, tied to the corners with ropes. He has me splayed out here completely helpless, with not a shred of control over my own body. The marble is cold against my back and my vision is completely dark because he tied a blindfold around my head that covers my eyes.

"You are fucking killing me from the anticipation, Professor. Can you just fuck my brains out already?"

"Patience, little nymph." He chuckles darkly as he trails the tips of his fingers over my tits. When his hands retract, I hear the sound of what must be the strike of a match next to my ear. I gasp and my thighs clench. "You said you need the pain, didn't you? To ground you?"

I swallow. "Yes. My mind is a mess. I need a distraction."

He only gives me an appreciative hum in response, and before I can open my mouth to ask him what he's planning, something hot drips onto my chest and I cry out from both pain and shock. I automatically pull at the ropes with both my wrists and ankles, but they don't budge. "What the―what is that?"

My skin pulls tight, a burning sensation hitting my every nerve. "It's wax, angel. I'm holding a candle above your beautiful body. How does it feel?"

"It hurts like a bitch," I grunt out with a chuckle, baring my teeth as more pain hits me.

"Mission accomplished, then, right?" he teases, and I can't help biting my lip to suppress my grin.

"Not quite. You know I can handle more than this."

The hot wax droplets settle and dry on my skin, which makes for a tickling sensation, as if something is crawling on me. Apprehension fills me as I wait for the next droplets. The blindfold that covers my eyes only makes this more intense, because I don't know where and when they will fall.

The loss of control over myself because I'm completely tied up would frighten me with anyone else. But with Lester, it's cathartic. In a strange way, I always feel the freest when he has me bound. I think it's because I trust him with my life.

"You're a work of art, my Arcadia. If only you could see yourself."

A sudden sound of a chair leg scraping over the floor makes me cringe, but my expression quickly changes when I hear him climb on top of it, along with the click of his polaroid camera.

I huff an amused breath. "Professor, have you learned nothing? Aren't pictures what got us into trouble?"

His camera clicks again, and I hear the little paper printing out. "I don't care anymore, Daisy. The damage is done. It won't withhold me from capturing my pièce de resistance ."

"Are you getting all fancy on me, Professor?" I tease, pursing my lips happily.

"Yes. Though I can't take much credit. You already were a masterpiece before I decorated your skin with ropes and marks."

He climbs on top of me on the kitchen island, his legs straddling my waist. I'm about to ask him to kiss me when the sudden feeling of burning is back. He lets more wax drip on my skin, this time on my left tit. It burns against my nipple and I gasp out for air.

"Son of a bitch," I curse.

A whooshing sound fills my ears, before the smell of smoke hits my nostrils. The candle is blown out and I hear him put it beside us on the counter.

He presses his lips against mine as he hovers over me and I try to meet him halfway despite my restraints. Flicking his tongue against mine, I startle at how cold he feels.

Shit . He's got an ice cube in his mouth, and I can already tell where this is going.

He pulls away from me, and another sound quickly follows before something freezing trails over my other breast, making the squeak. "Ah! That's fucking cold!"

"Kind of the point, angel," he answers amusedly.

I pull at the ropes as he trails the ice further down and I'm nearly begging him to not do what I think he's going to do. The heat I can handle, but the cold is not my jam.

I endure it, though. I'm not some weak little bitch.

As soon as the ice trails over my clit, I've forgotten all about that notion and start begging anyway.

"I'm going to shove this cube inside your pretty pussy, little nymph. It's going to melt so fast with how hot you are down there. The pain will be quick, and if you're a good girl for me and take it, I'll give you what you need."

"Fuck!" I squeak when he does exactly that and I grind my teeth together from the pain. "Double fuck me in both holes," I cry. "God, I am going to murder you. I'll take your flogger over this shit any day. I― ah !"

He bursts out laughing. "The stuff that comes out of your mouth, angel…"

That somewhat distracts me from the torture of having a whole ice cube shoved up my hoo-ha, and I can't help following along with him. "I love your laugh so much," I admit. "Hearing you be this free and comfortable is one of my absolute favorite things in the whole world."

His face moves closer to mine as he hovers over me again, pressing a kiss on the tip of my nose.

"In all those years I watched you, I've never seen or heard you laugh like this. I'd never seen you this happy."

"That's because I've never been this happy. Or happy at all." His laughter subsides, his breath tickling against my face. "You're the only one who can make me feel this way."

He pauses, taking a deep breath as he lowers himself further down on me, his body like a cage I never want to escape. "I'm in love with you, Daisy. I wanted to tell you before. I planned on telling you the night everything went down. I don't know why I waited until now." He lets out a huff. "Actually, I do. I was scared. You scare the living shit out of me, but now you're bound and blindfolded and unable to see me. I finally feel strong enough to tell you that I love you."

I stop breathing. Completely. My legs turn into jelly. My eyes start leaking moisture that burns my skin and soaks into the blindfold. I've lost my voice, along with the knowledge of words. What are words? How did I use to be able to speak?

My lower lips trembles, and it's a good thing he chose now to tell me, because if I wasn't splayed out on the kitchen counter with him straddling me, I would for sure have fallen on my ass or something. "Wh―what?" I manage to get out, my voice catching in my throat.

"I didn't think I could. I've never truly loved anyone except for my brother. And in a way, I loved Rosemary. The only reason I was able to love Landon was because he was with me before I got ruined. Before evil hands ripped apart a little boy and took away his innocence. I grew to care for Rosemary because she went through the same thing as me, and we only had each other in those moments. Part of me died, Daisy. A part deep inside my soul."

More tears stain the fabric of the blindfold, and I can do nothing but listen as the man I've loved for so long finally reciprocates my feelings.

"I thought it was forever gone. And maybe it is. Perhaps there was still an undiscovered part deep inside of me that I didn't even know existed. I've wondered for so long why your touch doesn't hurt me. Maybe my body already knew what my mind was too stubborn to understand."

He presses another soft kiss on my nose and I start pulling at the ropes, because I need to touch him. I need to see his face, look into his eyes.

The pain in my vagina has long since been forgotten, instead replaced with a throbbing pain in my heart. I'm so fucking overwhelmed with love that I could just scream.

The tip of his cock moves over my clit and he settles himself between my legs. Before I can take a breath, he slides inside of me all the way, making me cry out. "Damn it, that's cold," he groans.

I choke out a loud laugh. "Kind of the point, Professor."

"Fuck, Daisy. What have you fucking done to me?" He moves his nose against mine, reminding me of the night at the incline overlooking the city. An Eskimo kiss.

"The same thing you've done to me . I've made you crazy."

His mouth slams against mine, his tongue desperately tasting me.

"Say it again," I mumble against his lips. "I can't believe you actually said it. I need to know that this is not just one of my crazy fantasies. I need to know that the veil between fiction and reality hasn't been shattered. Please, Lester. Just once more. And take off my blindfold. I need to see you."

He slowly takes it off, and before I get the chance to beg a little more, the words are out of his mouth. "I love you." He pulls out and slams back inside of me. "I love you," he grunts again. "I love you. I love you. I fucking love you."

The muscles in his arms and chest flex as he hangs over me, his dark eyes full of admiration and love as the mustache above his lip curls up. His long hair keeps poking him in the face, but he doesn't seem to care.

"I love you, too. I'm fucking mad about you, Lester Gilbert," I let out on a moan as his thick cock fills me up completely. "But you already knew that."

I feel his teeth against my lips when he hums, because he's smiling. "Yes, I did."

Water from the melted ice cube squirts out of my pussy with every thrust, and he doesn't stop until I come, hard . He follows me soon after and I let myself wallow in the sensation of feeling his cum inside of me.

He keeps me tied up for a while longer, as he scrapes the dried wax off my skin by wielding his knife. I try to hold in my erratic breaths so I won't get cut, but it's fucking hard when he looks like the expert murderer I fell in love with before I even knew who he was.

My lovable psycho killer. Lester Gilbert with a knife in his hand is pure porn.

When he's done, he kisses every single part of my skin that he's hurt and eventually unties me.

"I don't think I've tortured you enough, little nymph. How about we go to my Red Room and try out more of my toys?"