“I can do it, Wren… But I have no way to numb you,” he says seriously.
“I’ve been numb for so long… I want to feel everything you do to me.”
“Okay,” he smiles. “Go lie on the bed. I’ll get everything ready.”
I nod with a satisfied smile and go to his bed to lie down. The mattress is plush and so much nicer than what I have.
A few minutes later, Tate comes in and sets a first aid kit on the bed. I watch as he pulls out what he needs before sitting beside me on the bed. He turns the lamp on and cleans my arm before looking at me. “Are you sure you want me to do this?”
“I am,” I say. “How did you put yours in?”
“When you were in the hospital shortly before you left for college. They had you sedated so I got past the nurses and did it real quick,” he explains.
“Ah. That’s when I had a mental break and went a bit crazy,” I laugh. “I learned to process things better after that.”
“If it hurts too badly just tell me and I will stop,” he says.
“I trust you,” I say.
He smiles at me before focusing on my arm. He puts on gloves before feeling my arm for the placement of the tracker. I have a birth control implant in a different spot that no one knows about, but he must know because he finds its location to verify what he is about to take out.
“Here we go,” he says and I close my eyes. Tate pauses for a second before pressing the blade against my skin. When the razor bites in and glides through my skin like a hot knife in butter, a soft moan spills out of me. My body is flooded with tingles as my arm pulsates with the discomfort of him digging the tracker out of my arm.
“Good?” he asks.
“Mhmm.” I don’t know why, but the pain was exhilarating. It made me feel alive, but also sent a wave of pleasure over me. I’ve always been drawn to pain. Maybe that’s how Oscar was able to get my body to react to the things he did and why it was so fucking intoxicating to have Tate rail me the way he did.
“Do you trust me?” he asks as he takes his gloves off and slides his hand up my inner thigh until he can slip his fingers past the fabric and push them into my still-dripping pussy.
“Yes,” I breathe and spread my legs more. He starts to slowly fuck me with his hand when he presses the blade to my thigh. He curls his fingers inside of me as the blade digs into my flesh. A louder, more ragged moan comes out of me as I arch my back off the bed.
“My sweet little bird likes pain,” Tate remarks as he pulls his hand out of me and pulls my shorts off. I sit up slightly so he can pull my shirt and sports bra off. I grab the hem of his T-shirt and he lets me pull it off before he stands and gets out of his shorts and boxers.
“Fuck, you’re still so damn gorgeous,” I say as I scan his body.
“Still?” he asks with a smirk as he moves to kneel between my legs. My arm and my leg both are still bleeding slightly but the thought of him fucking me bloody make me feel even needier for him.
“Yes, still,” I say, confused. “I may not recognize you as Josiah but he was gorgeous as fuck too. I had the biggest fucking crush on you. I was just terrified of Oscar stoning me to death. Although... I think that should probably still be a fear.”
“Why is it that the thought of killing him makes me want to fuck you harder?” he asks with a smile.
“I think we are both a bit unhinged,” I laugh. “Fuck me, Tate. Please.”
Tate grins wickedly at me before hooking his arms behind my knees. “Time to sing, sweet bird. You’re home now.”
Chapter three
Stranger Danger
Intruder
I set my hottea on my nightstand before stretching. I am finally settled for the day. Work this week was stressful. This job makes me question my sanity. I work seventy hours most weeks as the lead editor of a fashion magazine, ModernX. No one can seem to just figure shit out for themselves. I have to be in charge of everything because the moment I delegate, someone fucks it up and I have to go behind them at the last second and redo it anyhow. It makes me extra thankful to have someone like Caleb to talk to daily. Day in and day out, I’m always in control. I am tired of being in control, and Caleb wants to take control of me and give me peace.
During the day, we chat when we have time, but nighttime is when we devote nearly our entire evenings to each other. We’ve been doing this for six months now. We met on a BDSM dating website and shared similar interests as far as nonsexual things like hiking, camping, and just the outdoors in general. We both love to read the same genre to share book ideas. Once we dove into the kinkier side of things, I let him in on one of my fantasies. I don’tknow when or where, but one day he will show up somewhere and fuck me however he wants.
I change clothes so that I am only in an oversized T-shirt and underwear before crawling into bed. Once settled, I go to message Caleb.
Curious_Kitten98: Home finally. Hot tea was acquired.