Chapter 4

Evelyn

"Run, Dove, run!" Noah's voice carries through the night, loud, clear, and haunting, as a series of explosive gunshots follow his call.

Fuck . When he said he would destroy me tonight, he wasn't lying. So far, he has shot directly at me seven times, three of which just barely missed my shoulder. As I recount his shots, another explosion echoes through the cold night air, bouncing off the trees and catching up with me as a nearby tree trunk explodes from the impact of the bullet. My heart leaps in my chest, pumping the adrenaline-fueled blood through my veins.

Caught up in the intensity of the moment, I miss a root sticking out of the ground, hidden by the autumn leaves, where my foot gets caught, knocking me over. I wince at the impact as my body hits the muddy ground.

At the sound of heavy footsteps on nearby leaves, I rise to my knees and check my white dress, now completely covered in dirt. I sigh. He just bought it for our little game and now it's completely ruined. I wanted to keep this one; the corset squeezes my tits together perfectly, making them appear a little bigger than they really are.

My lips purse into a pout, but my disappointment is short-lived and I flinch as another gunshot echoes through the woods. I squeeze my thighs together, my skin already sticky from how dripping wet I am, and my thong has become unbearable to wear. My clit is hard and pulsating; each throb is like an electric shock wave running through my body. This morbid hunting game has become one of our favorite foreplays, and the more unhinged he gets, the more it turns me on.

"Coo, Dove, coo," he calls. "I know you're here!"

I suck my lower lip between my teeth and chew on the flesh as an idea pops into my head. With hectic movements, I stand up, lift the tulle skirt, and push down my soaked underwear, laying them neatly on a felled tree nearby before I keep on running.

The moment the gunshots and the rustling of the leaves following me die down, I stop. Placing a hand on a tree for support, I attempt to catch my breath, inhaling and exhaling deeply. My lungs are on fire; the cold autumn air stings like a knife piercing through my ribcage.

I lift my head and take a quick look around, scanning my surroundings, and spot him standing among the trees, illuminated by the bright light of the full moon, about thirty feet from me. We hadn't seen each other before because we wanted to surprise each other with our outfits. In contrast to my beautiful puffy white dress that could easily pass for a very summery wedding dress, he is dressed in all black with a tight compression turtleneck covering his mouth and nose, a bulletproof vest on top, and my favorite pair of black suit pants that fits him perfectly. His hair is slicked back, though a few strands have come loose.

The muscles in my core contract, begging for salvation. I want nothing more than for him to rip this dress off my body and fuck me, claim me, destroy me as he promised.

As I take a step toward him, the leaves crunch under my feet, and I coo, just as he asked me to. His head whips in my direction and my breath catches in my throat at the way he looks at me, his gaze is fierce and predatory as he sizes me up from head to toe.

My cunt throbs again as he spins around and stalks toward me. Turning around I scramble to get around the tree behind me to keep on running. But long fingers wrap around my arm, and I scream out of reflex as, in the blink of an eye, he tackles me face first to the ground. A low moan escapes my throat as my body collides with the cold, muddy forest soil once more. He straddles my hips and sits on top of me, his hard cock pressing against my ass.

My shoulders cramp and a sharp pain shoots up my neck as he pins my hands behind my back, followed by the sharp sound as he ties me up with zip ties. Wiggling my hips, I push against his erection as it bores into my ass, drawing a low moan from him.

"What a needy little thing you are."

"Did you find my little present?"

"You mean this?" His hand shoots in front of me, holding my dripping underwear.

"Yes," I moan out loud.

"You're such a naughty slut." He growls, "Leaving your filthy panties as a trail for me." I shut my eyes as his hand holding my underwear collides with my face, forcing the fabric right up against my nose and mouth. The scent of my own arousal fills my nostrils and I hold my breath. His thumb traces the curve of my lower lip before pressing against it, causing my mouth to fall open and allowing him to force my underwear inside. The taste of myself spreads across my tongue as he shoves it deeper.

With my nose free, fresh air rushes into my lungs and I moan around the fabric stuffed into my mouth. I open my eyes again, but the glimpse of moonlight is short-lived as I am swallowed by complete darkness as a piece of fabric covers my eyes. Every muscle in my body tingles in anticipation, my remaining senses gradually heightening as he blindfolds me.

"Let's see how much of a slut you really are," he says in a low voice. One of his hands slips under the puffy skirt, pushing the fabric up and exposing my damp skin to the chilly night. A cold shiver runs down my spine, goosebumps rising on my skin at the sensation of the brisk air and his rough fingers trailing over my soaking cunt, parting my sticky folds before teasingly flicking over my aching clit. I let out a muffled moan as two of his fingers slide inside me without any resistance, my body eagerly welcoming him.

"So fucking wet for me." His chest vibrates as he growls and forces his fingers deeper. My breathing picks up while my moans turn into high-pitched whimpers as he pumps inside me in a forceful rhythm.

But out of the blue, he stops. I want to scream the moment his fingers slide out of me, but before I can even beg for more, he lifts me off the ground and throws me over his shoulder.

The smell of lavender fills my lungs and a rush of relief drains the tension from my muscles. Instead of taking me to an abandoned hut like last time, he took me home. Which I'm thankful for, because as exciting as the hut is, last time I got a UTI and was miserable.

With a bounce in his step, Noah carries me up the stairs. Not long after, my body lands on the familiar surface of our soft sheets, the fabric soothing against my skin. Unable to see or move freely, I squirm in the sheets, kicking my feet in an attempt to find a more comfortable position with my arms still tied behind my back. His fingers wrap around my ankle, and I gasp as he drags my body to the edge of the bed.

"Stop that irritating moving around," he snarls in a threatening tone and I swallow the lump in my throat and freeze. Letting him push my leg up, and as if on autopilot, I move the other one, exposing myself to him. "That's it, good girl."

At the sound of his pocketknife snapping open, my heart rate quickens, drumming against my ribcage. My breath stutters as the cold blade touches the heated skin of my inner thigh. A soft whimper slip from my lips as the sharp blade scrapes across my skin, trailing down towards my aching cunt. My eyes fly open beneath the blindfold, my lips parting in a silent moan as the sharp edge of the metal flicks against my folds .

"No…ah," I choke out his name, muffled by the fabric stuffed in my mouth but he shushes me before sliding the dull back of the blade between my folds, drawing a moan from me as the cold metal passes over the small slit of my opening. My muscles stiffen, my whole body trembles as he mimics the motion of cutting, repeatedly sliding over my sensitive clit, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

The moment he withdraws the knife, I relax into the sheets. Only to tense again at the sound of the fabric being torn, followed by the sensation of the dull end sliding up my stomach, up between my breasts, slicing the dress off my body, leaving me completely bare in front of him. This is something I will never understand. He buys me the most beautiful dresses, worth thousands of dollars, only to destroy them at the end of our little game.

"Noah…" I call to him again, barely audible.

"Huh?" he hums, his free hand colliding with my face, forcing a finger into my mouth and pulling out my thong. "You want to say something?"

"Cut me loose, please." I wince.

"Not yet," he says with a devilish tone in his voice. "Can you believe how beautiful you look right now? So flawless and perfect… "

Beautiful? Sure, who wouldn't enjoy this view? I'm at his mercy, tied up, blindfolded, stripped of my dignity and willing, eager for him to devour me. A cold shiver runs down my spine as the sharp tip of the knife brushes the skin of my inner thigh, dangerously close to my cunt. "Maybe I should carve my name into your skin."

"God, yes," I moan out loud at his proposal. I would love for him to mark me, to brand me as his. Countless times I have begged him to do it, but he refuses every time, not wanting to spoil his spotless dove.

He hisses in disapproval, his flat hand colliding with my cunt in a series of punishing slaps, drawing several loud gasps from me, only to choke at the sound as the cold blade returns to my beaten cunt, soothing the burning pain. The sharp tip flicking against my folds, poking my clit before it's twisted around and the dull end slips between my folds. One, two, three, four …I count each time he slides the knife along my clit, imitating the act of cutting, before he slides it far enough and I feel the rounded end of the handle press against my tight opening.

My breathing picks up, my chest heaving in a frantic rhythm, as he thrusts the handle into me. A long, throaty moan falls from my lips as he drives it deeper into me. My muscles tense at the intrusion of the solid object .

"Good girl, relax." He hums as he continues to push the knife into me, until the cold metal of the rounded edge of the blade that connects to the handle hits my opening. "If you could see how well your sweet pussy swallows the knife."

My whole body quivers as I force myself to relax. With one deep breath after another, my muscles loosen around the intrusion and my mind begins to clear. The reality of the situation is beginning to sink in, and I realize what dimension this little game of ours has taken on. The images of him holding the knife by the blade, his hand covered in blood, dripping onto my cunt and coating me in his blood flash before my inner eye.

A loud, guttural moan rises from the depths of my stomach as he withdraws the knife, only to plunge it back into me with force. It stings, but it's so damn sweet at the same time. This isn't the first time he's done this, knives, guns, or other questionable objects he likes to shove up my pussy; he gets a thrill out of it. We've tried a lot and as long as he cleans everything or uses condoms to protect me from infection, I'm fine with whatever he wants to put inside me because I know I don't have to worry about him choosing objects that would cause me too much harm.

His free hand lands on my pubic bone, his thumb pressing down on my clit, rolling the sensitive and swollen bundle of nerves. He picks up the pace at which he drives the knife into me, and I throw my head back into the sheets. "So beautiful, you were made for this, made to take everything I offer you." My legs are quivering and tears sting in the corners of my eyes at the oncoming orgasm. The perfectly curved handle penetrates that one precious spot inside me while his thumb circles my clit.

"I-I can't," I whimper when my stomach cramps and my muscles tighten.

"Come for me, baby bird…come all over the blade your cunt craves so badly," he croons and with another deep thrust of the knife, I reach my orgasm. A loud moan, similar to a scream, falls from my mouth as my muscles grip the handle tightly, immobilizing the object. I try to squeeze my legs together, but Noah stops me, his free hand slamming into my kneecap to keep me spread. "No, bad girl," he growls. My muscles strain from the intensity of my orgasm and the refusal to do the one thing to help me ease the sensation. Every pulse of my muscles pulls on the knife, trying to draw it deeper. The cold metal of the blade prickles against my aching opening, the sharp edge tickling my folds as Noah holds on to the blade to keep it from entering me and slicing me open from the inside out.

It takes a while for me to relax, allowing him to ease the knife out of me without hurting me. "Good girl," he hums his praise as I lie motionless on the bed, my eyes closed under the blindfold, as I focus on my breathing.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

In the daze of my orgasm, I barely register the sound of his footsteps walking away from the bed, followed by the rustling of clothes dropping to the floor in the distance.

Once the mattress dips and a set of arms wraps around me, taking me further back onto the bed, I snap out of my haze. He lays me down in the sheets, spreading my legs and kneels between them. His now exposed skin burns against mine.

"Look at you," he says. "Your pussy is dripping in my blood." He places his hand on my pubic bone, running his fingers over my cunt, flicking my swollen folds before drawing a path from my abdomen up to my breasts, leaving a trail of warm blood along the way. His big hands cup my tits entirely, squeezing the soft flesh, pinching my swollen nipples, eliciting a squeal from me. But his attention shifts from my breasts, his hands leaving the mounds and moving upward until he curls his long fingers around my throat. "I'm going to fuck all that blood inside you. Stuff you so good you will feel full for days," he says in a deep, husky voice.

I sob, tears of frustration streaming down my cheek as my breathing quickens again, and I begin to yank at the zip ties, struggling to free myself. I want nothing more than to touch him.

"Do you want me to cut you loose?" he asks, giving my throat a squeeze.

"Yes, please, please cut me loose!" I choke out between sobs. "Please!" I yell, then squeak as he lets go of my throat, wraps an arm around me and hauls me into a sitting position. The sound of plastic snapping follows and my arms fall free. Without hesitation, I wrap them around his shoulders and press my face up against his, our noses colliding in an awkward attempt to smash my lips against his. He chuckles with amusement, the vibration from his chest resonating throughout me.

"Impatient, are we?" he says before pressing his lips to mine in a feverish kiss and shoving me back into the sheets as he remains on top of me, trapping me between him and the bed.

I run my fingers up his neck to his hair, clutching at the short, sticky, waxed strands as I willingly open my mouth to allow his tongue to devour mine. My heart pounds in my chest as I feel the tip of his hard cock pressing against my beaten opening; my muscles pulsate against him, anticipating his entry. My lips part further in a loud but muffled moan as he thrusts forward, burying himself inside me as far as my body allows. My hips stutter from the stretch, jerking against him while he freezes in place.

"So warm, so good," he mouths against my lips, his hot breath brushing against my skin, the scent of cigarettes and mints tickling my nose. With my eyes covered, I feel every inch, every ridge, every prominent vein on his cock more intimately as it pulsates inside me, pumping blood through its length.

A soft whimper slips out of me as he pushes himself up to kneel between my legs, his body draped over me disappearing, taking all the comforting warmth with him. His hand finds its way back to my throat, his long fingers wrapping around it. My mouth falls open again in a silent moan as he withdraws his hips and glides out of me, only to slam back in. I cry out at the impact of his hips hammering into mine, my hands flying up to clasp at his hands around my throat, clawing at his skin as he drives his hips into me again and again in a violent rhythm, my body bouncing back and forth on the mattress.

Not being able to see heightens my senses of touch and hearing, and all I can focus on is each stroke of his hips, his bleeding hand wrapped around my throat, coating me in a warm liquid, while all I can hear is his loud grunts every time our hips collide with a wet squirting sound as he forces the blood into me.

High-pitched moans, no, screams escape me in the same rhythm as his thrusts. Digging my nails deeper into his arms, he tightens his grip on my throat, squeezing harder as I scratch his skin, not caring if I break it.

From the lack of blood reaching my brain, even in the darkness, the room around me spins in circles as dizziness clouds my senses. Even as I fight consciousness and my body sinks into the sheets, my grip on his arms loosening, he doesn't let go. Instead, he squeezes even harder.

It is only when I nearly lose control that he finally releases my throat. My upper body immediately lifts off the mattress and I gasp for air as the blood rushes back to my brain in a big thunderous wave. My moans fade, replaced by snotty, sobbing cries, tears soaking my blindfold as he continues his assault.

The moment he lowers himself back down onto me, I throw my arms around his shoulders for support, holding on to him as if he is my only lifeline. One of his hands slips under my head and he pulls the blindfold off my face, allowing me to open my eyes. Blinking repeatedly, I fight back the tears and adjust to the newfound light, his face finally appearing in front of me .

I tighten my grip on him and crash my lips against his. The kiss is messy, our tongues tangled in a slobbery dance. I sink my nails into his back, catching on his prominent scars, tearing at the rough edges while holding on tight as another orgasm hits me. My body is trembling and I cling to him while another wave of pleasure rips through me. My muscles tighten around his cock, his thrusts slow.

He grabs a handful of my hair and continues to fuck me with slow and shallow thrusts throughout the pleasure. His hips begin to stutter and with one last deep stroke he pauses, his cock pulsing against my throbbing muscles as he fills me with his hot cum.

Our heavy breathing falls into sync as we remain in the same position, connected by our hips, with him on top of me, savoring our shared orgasm. He lowers his entire body weight onto me, and I welcome him with open arms, burying my face in his hair and inhaling the fruity scent of his hair wax.

After what feels like an eternity, he softens, slips out of me, and rolls onto his back, releasing me. With my new freedom, I take a deep breath before I push myself up into a sitting position and look down at my body. My breath catches in my throat and my heart skips a beat at the sight of the state I'm in. My lower half is covered in dark blood, mixed with my own arousal and the white of his cum dripping out of me. The streaks of blood spread across my stomach to my tits, where perfect handprints mark my skin before the trail continues to my throat. I get on my knees and fling one leg over him, straddling his hips.

"Hey, hey, are you already in the mood for round two?" he teases, still gasping for air.

"No, show me your hand," I demand, and he complies, offering me his hand with the fresh, gaping injury, revealing the underlying tissue.

"You need stitches." I take his hand in mine to inspect the gash.

He rolls his eyes. "Yeah," he says, then sits up and wraps his arms around my waist. "After round two." He grins.

It is my turn to roll my eyes at him and I sling my arms around his neck. "Let's see if you have enough blood left to get it up."