9. Braxton

CHAPTER 9

Braxton

T his girl is going to be the death of me.

She's beautiful, funny, so very sexy, and just a good time to be around. Her darkness is coming to the surface more and more and I want to experience it all. I need to know how deep it runs.

Now that we have both come down from the bloody sex high, we're walking back into the house. We are both bloody messes and probably smell like death. She has been through a lot tonight and I would like to make her feel comfortable.

Getting into the house, I grab a bottle of wine and two glasses from the wine cellar.

"Oh you're my savior, I need this." Dani lets out a content sigh and it's adorable. Pouring her a glass, I place it in front of her. She scoots her ass into the stool at the island sipping from her glass then looks at me. "Any interest in a bath?" The spark in her eye tells me it'll be more than just a bath.

"How about a shower first to get rid of the blood, then a nice bubble bath?"

She swallows down the rest of her glass and places it in the sink. Smacking my ass, she grabs the bottle from my hand and runs upstairs without a word. I guess she liked that idea. I never know what's going to happen with this girl. Locking my shock away, I run after her and find her undressing in the bathroom. Goddamn, she's quick. I watch in silence at her pure beauty. She stands with nothing on, red splatters cover her body along with all of the black ink. She's never looked more beautiful than she does now. Turning around, she sees me and smiles sweetly.

"I didn't realize how sore I was until now. The tub sounds even better so get over here and let's get this shower over with."

Walking over, I turn the water on and let the shower steam up and cover her wound with a waterproof bandage, before stepping in and dragging her with me.

"So how are you feeling after everything today? Do you feel better or does it make you feel worse?" Standing under the shower head, rinsing her hair, she thinks about what I've said before responding.

"I feel good. It's nice that I don't have to bottle up my emotions with you. I know it's wrong and it's never my goal to hurt someone, but in the moment, I feel like I'm on top of the world. I think going through all I did as a kid makes me feel numb to the deaths. In my head, I know how fucked up it is, I just can't help but enjoy the feeling of someone's life in my hands. That makes me sound deranged and like I need to be locked away."

I can see the guilt on her face and it eats away at me. I'm not sure if it's because of the kills, or because she's afraid of how I'll see her for being so honest. Little does she know, my darkness matches hers. Placing my finger under her chin, I pull her to face me and look into her eyes. Staring into those blue eyes is like looking at the most beautiful ocean waves.

"You're not deranged and you do not need to be locked away. You are a human being who has been through hell and back. Give yourself some grace. You are amazing and beautiful and you deserve every good thing that comes to you. I would kiss the ground you walk on to remind you of your worth. Your inner darkness doesn't make you any less than you are."

Wrapping her arms around me, she lays her head on my chest.

"Thank you for being you. You never fail to reassure me whenever I need it."

Kissing her head and hugging her back, we stand like that for a few minutes before I turn her to face away from me and grab the shampoo. I lather it into her hair and she leans into my touch. She turns to rinse it out before grabbing the bottle and repeating the same process on me. I get out of the shower before Dani, starting the bath and adding bubbles. By the time she is done rinsing off in the shower and has gotten out, the tub is full. She quickly steps in, submerging herself in the warm water. She looks over and gives me a sinfully sweet smile.

"Come join me, B."

Tingles move through my body at her words. As I walk over, she adjusts herself so there is room behind her. Once I'm in, she leans back against my chest and closes her eyes. I don't want to ruin her peace so I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close. Not even a full minute goes by before she's grabbing my hand and placing it on her sweet little pussy. I have an internal battle with myself about whether she wants me to actually use my hand or if it was just a comfort thing. With the horny vixen she is, I mentally slap myself for even second guessing myself.

"Spread your legs for me, baby."

Her legs fall open and she readjusts to get comfortable. Swiping my finger up and down her slit, she lets out a quiet whimper. She's sore and I don't want to add to the pain so I take things slow and keep it gentle. Swirling two fingers on the bundle of nerves that gets her going most, a moan falls from her lips. I stick a finger inside her and use the base of my palm to keep pressure on her clit. She gasps and it encourages me to keep going. Slowly, I pump my fingers in and out, when an idea pops into my head.

"We're going to try something, Little Rage. Hold your breath and don't come up until you cum. If it gets to be too much, squeeze my hand."

She turns to look at me with confusion written all over her face. "What? But what if it takes too long?"

Smirking, I gently push her shoulder down until she gives in and her head is submerged. I fully believe in my ability to make her cum quickly. My adrenaline pumps through me as I start to pick up the pace, pumping my fingers in and out quickly. Reaching down with my other hand, I use one to focus on her clit while the other continues the in and out motion. She's only been under for a few seconds but I don't want to push my luck so I add more pressure on her clit. Her thighs start to quake and I know she'll reach the peak any second. Finally, I feel her body shake then relax and I know she came. I quickly pull her up and she pops up, gasping for air. It takes a couple of seconds before she's able to speak again.

"Jesus Christ I don't think I've ever cum that hard. If that's what we're doing, then I want to try something more extreme."

There's a sinful look in her eyes and I know I need to kick it up a notch. Standing abruptly, I shock her as I step out of the tub. I hand her a towel.

"Get out. Now."

I can see the confusion on her face at how stern I'm being with her but I'm turned on beyond belief and if she wants it rough, I'll give it to her rough. She gets out of the tub cautiously and eyes me. I grab her hand and walk her into the bedroom, pushing her on the bed. Reaching over towards the nightstand, I open the drawer and pull out the knife that I keep for safety reasons. Her eyes widen slightly with fear but I can also see the arousal.

"What are you going to do? Stab me?"

Smirking at her, I stare into her eyes. "Do you want me to?"

She lets out a quiet gasp. "No. Not again. That fucking hurt."

"I have other ideas anyway. Lay down." Slowly, she lays back on the bed, keeping her eyes on me. I approach her, never breaking eye contact. "Do you trust me, Little Rage?"

"Yes." She's breathless and starting to pant.

I know she's getting turned on just by the change in her breathing. Spitting on the knife handle, I slowly pump it in and out of her. I can feel the blade slicing into my hand and it makes the experience all that much better. She's getting lost in the feeling and moaning loudly. The sting of the blade slicing my hand encourages me to move faster until she's close to cumming again. I remove the handle and replace it with my fingers. While she's distracted, I flip the knife in my hand so I'm holding the handle. Parting her legs more, I lightly start carving "Little Rage" into the inside of her thigh. The pain doesn't register at first but once she feels the pain, she screams in shock. The handle is slippery from my own blood. I remove the point from her skin and lick the blood trickling out.

She moans again before rasping out, "keep going."

Aw shit, say less baby. I continue marking her skin until the words are complete, licking the blood as I go. I have never done something like this. She brings out the darkest parts of me but in the best way.

"Fuck!" She moans out the word while trying to cover the pain she's feeling.

Once I finish my masterpiece, I latch my mouth onto her skin, sucking the blood. It's exquisite. She moans as I suck and turn the knife again to insert the handle into her, slicing my hand even more. It's only right that I let her cum after marking her beautiful skin.

Listening to her moan, despite the pain I've caused her, turns me on to no end. Pulling the handle out, I quickly replace it with my tongue. The mixture of her arousal and blood on my tongue is the most amazing thing I've ever tasted. I hadn't even realized that I had been touching her body until I see the bloody handprints all over her. The fire inside me ignites and I bite down on her clit, making sure it's hard enough to feel but gentle enough not to cause any damage. With the bite and one more lick, she squirts all over my face and the bed.

She's panting and shaking as I continue using my fingers to help her ride out her orgasm. Couldn't have asked for a better night.