by Rae Spencer
The knife hovered above her, light glinting off the blade as it descended toward her skin. His face red, contorted in anger, snarling at her.
She twisted in her sleep as his screaming laughter echoed through her body.
The knife touched her skin, grazing lightly then deeper making tiny little slices. Over and over again, the blade moved upon her skin, blood dripping from the tip. Droplets landed on her, her bed, rivulets of red flowing staining the sheets and the mattress.
She cried out, the pain was overwhelming, but he didn’t stop, only sneered before laughing as his fingers gripped her head tightly. He yanked her hair, ripping chunks out as he snarled. “No one leaves. No one gets away. Ever!”
Terrified she struggled desperately against her restraints begging him to stop, to let her go. But they were too tight, she couldn’t break free, couldn’t use her hands. The more she struggled the deeper the rope dug into her wrists, ripping her skin open, deluging the ropes in crimson.
The lightening flashed illuminated the room and his eyes glowed with his teeth bared as he happily carved her body.
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Clay heard Lily’s cry, jumping to his feet he ran, throwing open her door. He stopped dead seeing her twisting and turning on the bed, quickly realizing she was stuck in the depths of a nightmare. Her fingers gripped the covers desperately, tears running down her face as her body trembled violently.
“Lily, love, wake up,” he pleaded, sitting next to her, brushing chestnut locks off her face.
She twisted, crying out again.
He grabbed her shoulders and shook slightly. “Lily!”
She cried out again, her body shaking even more at his touch.
He pulled her up and into his arms. “Lily, wake up,” he practically shouted, stricken by how her body shook.
She jerked awake. Her head flying back as she tried to scramble away from him, terror shining from her dusky eyes.
He released his hold on her shoulders. “Easy, Lily, I won’t hurt you.”
She gasped for breath, staring into space as she dragged her legs to her chest trembling violently.
“You were having a nightmare.” He stroked her cheek, catching her tears.
She just continued to stare through him. He pulled her into his arms, her knees bumping his chest. “Lily, you are safe, no one is going to hurt you, I promise.” He rubbed his hands along her back, “it was just a bad dream.”
She rubbed her head against his shoulder. No, it wasn’t a bad dream, it was - a memory.
The terror slowly receded from Lily’s mind, her body easing, his strength surrounding her, comforting her. She knew she had to move away from him, there was no point in accepting his comfort; he would be gone from her life soon anyway.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you,” she whispered, trying to pull away from him.
“You didn’t bother me.” Clay held her tighter, refusing to let her move out of his arms.
“Please, I am fine.” She struggled against his arms desperate to put some distance between them.
He pulled her tighter to him, his lips in her hair. “No, Lily, talk to me, tell me what happened.”
She slid her hands to his shoulders, pushing against them as hard as she could, but he didn’t budge, didn’t release her. She squeezed her eyes closed, fighting fresh tears. “Please, leave me alone.”
He wreathed his fingers into her hair as he kissed her forehead. “I can’t.”
“This wasn’t supposed to happen,” she mumbled, twisting away from him, trying to slide backwards on the bed.
He watched her face, her cheeks flooding with color. “What wasn’t supposed to happen?”
“You… me…,” she sniffed, rubbing her nose, “stupid….”
“Stupid?” he asked.
“A mistake,” she looked up at him through teary eyes, “it shouldn’t have happened.”
He tilted her head back. “Why?”
“Because…” She struggled against his arms again. “Please, let me go.”
“No,” he whispered, tightening his hold, “talk to me, Lily. Tell me what happened.”
She shook her head.
“Please,” he whispered, laying his forehead against hers. “ Tell me why you have such nightmares, and about your scars. Tell me what happened. I want to know, I need to.”
She pushed hard against him and he loosed his arms. She shifted back on the bed until she leaned against the headboard. “I can’t. Just forget about me, I will leave soon and we will never have to see each other again.”
He leaned forward, cupping her elbows, pulling her back into his arms brushing her lips with his. “Never see each other again? What if I don’t want that, Lily, what if I want to be with you?”
Her head flew up, staring at him. “Be with me, why?”
He stroked her cheek. “I care for you. I manipulated Don and you into this week because I wanted a chance with you.”
She gasped. “What…?”
“I wanted you. I have for a long time.” Clay brushed his lips over hers again.
“You made a mistake,” she whispered.
“Why?” His tongue traced her lips.
“I can’t be with you.” She lowered her head, not wanting to look into his tawny eyes filled with something she didn’t dare believe in.
He caught her chin again, gently pulling it up so he could see her eyes. “Yes, you can.”
“No, I can’t,” she cried, jerking her head out of his hands.
“Why?” Clay asked.
“Why?” She repeated.
He smiled gently, his fingers tracing her lips, “Because you have scars? I care how you got your scars Lily, but having those scars doesn’t change how I feel about you.”
“Stop,” she cried, pushing against him, “just stop.”
He shook his head no. “Tell me. Talk to me. I will find out one way or another.”
He leaned over turning the light on. Lily flinched, trying to scramble away but he refused to let her.
“Let me see,” he whispered, watching fear skitter across her face.
She shook her head. Why was he doing this to her? Why couldn’t he leave her alone?
He pulled her towards him. “I am going to love you, Lily,” Clay whispered, his fingers tangling in her hair, his mouth kissing away her tears. “I am going to see, no darkness this time.”
“No!” she gasped.
Chapter 12
Clay gazed into Lily’s tear soaked eyes. “Yes, Lily.” His mouth touched hers moving slowly, gently.
He moved his hands along her arms, clasping her hands in his. He pulled his mouth from hers, kissing her hands before placing them on his shoulders.
He traced her lips with his tongue, teasing until her fingers clenched on his shoulders, her lips parting. His tongue entered her mouth, playing, enticing her tongue to meet his, caressing, stroking.
He laid her back on the bed, his tongue plunging into her mouth. He made no other move, didn’t touch her. His mouth on hers, his body lying against hers, kissing her until her hands wrapped around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair.
He moved to her side, his hand sliding over her shoulder to tease her breast through her clothes. His fingers stroked her puckered nipple.
“I want to love you,” he whispered against her lips, “let me.”
His mouth touched each inch of her face, her eyes, over her chin to her ear sucking the lobe into his mouth.
He came up on his knees above her. Her passion, need, and fear visible within her dusky depths. “I want you and the scars you bear are part of you.”
He pulled her to her knees, grabbing the bottom of her dress he began edging the dress up her thighs until it bunched at her waist. He unzipped the dress, pulling it up and over her head letting it float to the floor.
He took in her slip, her bra. She wore layers and layers to hide her scars. He didn’t want her to hide her scars, to be ashamed of them. He gripped the edge of her slip, slipping it up ov
er her hips and soon the slip followed her dress to the floor along with her garter and thigh-hi’s.
He stared at the scars on her stomach, her thighs. He unhooked her bra, drew the bra down her arms dropping it on the floor. His eyes roamed her breasts taking in each scar.
He gripped her head, his mouth crashing down on hers. His tongue plunged deep, arms wrapping around her, crushing her breasts against his chest. He laid her back on the bed his body against hers, his hand tracing her breast.
He massaged her breast, teasing her nipple as his tongue skimmed over her collarbone. He looked up at her, at her wide eyes. He sat up, moving across the covers to the other side of the bed.
Lily gulped, her eyes flaring, her hand wrapping around his elbow trying to prevent him from turning the light on.
He turned the little knob, the light flicked on shining brightly. “Shh…,” he kneeled over her as he pulled his shirt off dropping it on the pile on the floor.
His hands moved up the bed until they rested next to her head. “I want you, so very much.”
His mouth cruised over her neck to her breasts, his hands following. A gentle brush upon her skin, he teased her nipples with his tongue until she arched into his mouth.
She closed her eyes, her breathing labored, fingers gripping his shoulders. Unable to deny how much she loved the feel of his hands on her body, the need he showed for her. When Clay touched her, loved her, she felt whole.
He ran his tongue over the length of each scar on her breasts, slowly working his way down her midriff.
Her body quivered, moving restlessly under his mouth.
He kissed his way down to her thighs, caressing the scars they bore. He gently turned her over, his eyes scanning her back, the scars. They started at the middle of her back ending at her knees. He kissed each scar, running his tongue along the length of each then he slipped his fingers beneath her underwear. He slowly pulled them off dropping them on the floor.
He saw the scars on her butt; using his fingertip, he traced them lightly before kissing each one running his tongue along them.
He rolled her over. Lily gasped as her body stiffened, but he didn’t stop, didn’t speak.
Clay traced each scar on her pussy mound with his tongue. He kissed, played on her skin until her body eased then he gently pushed her thighs open.
She stiffened again, knees locking straight, her breathing harsh as her eyes filled with tears.
He kissed her pussy mound as he glanced up, smiling gently. “I am only going to love you.”
Lily tried to cover the sides of her pussy with her hands, her face heating up.
He caught her hands, dragging them to his head, tangling her fingers in his hair, “don’t, let me.”
He slid his tongue down her slit again, but her body didn’t ease, pushing her legs wider he stared at the scars in the curves of her groin. He traced the puckered skin with his finger.
She sucked in a breath, her eyes stuck on his fingers, his movements.
He lowered his mouth, licking the scars, leaving wet heat in his wake. Clay sucked the scars into his mouth laving them with his tongue until she relaxed under his ministrations.
His mouth glided over her pussy to her slit, his tongue sliding along it tasting her juices.
She gasped, moving her hips with the tempo on his tongue.
He opened her pussy lips, his fingers sliding along the sides of her pussy lips. He flicked his tongue over her clit.
Lily jerked against his mouth, her fingers clenching in his hair. “Clay, what are you doing?”
“Tasting you,” he whispered.
“I… I…,” she stuttered trying to sit up, “you shouldn’t be doing that.”
“Why not?” he quickly realized she had never experienced this before, “I want to.” His eyes met hers. “Relax, and let me show you.”
He flicked his tongue over her clit feeling her body tremble. “Lie back.” He moved her legs, bending her knees so he had better access. “Let me love you.”
She lay back down her fingers clenched in his hair, knowing she did not want him to stop.
His tongue slipped over her aroused flesh, his hands opening her pussy lips as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
She gasped, her hips surging.
He flicked his tongue out, laving her pussy.
Her body moved against his mouth with each stroke of his tongue, quivers racing along her spine.
His tongue plunged deep inside thrusting before sliding up the sides of her pussy lips flicking her clit again.
Her hands jerked in his hair, clenching tighter as her hips moved faster. “Clay,” she cried, thrusting against his mouth.
He watched her face, the pleasure roll as he sucked her clit deeply into his mouth.
She surged hard against his mouth, her thighs clasping his shoulders, fingers fisting in his hair, a cry exploded from her lips.
He licked at her pussy, lapping up her juices. He loved the taste of her, pure ambrosia. When her body relaxed, he placed a long kiss on the inside of her thigh, before standing up next to the bed.
Her eyes flew open, watching him as he quickly undid his pants stripping them off, his body bared to her eyes. She licked her lips as her eyes traveled down his chest to his cock surrounded by ebony hair before moving back up his body and meeting his eyes.
He smiled, climbing on the bed he rolled her into his arms, his mouth finding hers.
She opened her mouth, her tongue meeting his as her hands roamed his chest, touching him in a butterfly caress.
He let her play for a few moments then pulled away. He turned her so she was facing away from him, her back to his chest, his cock throbbing against her ass cheeks.
“Bend your leg.” Clay waited until she did so. “Slide it over mine.”
She did, her hand resting against his hip.
He cupped her pussy, his fingers moving over her wetness, kissing her neck, her shoulder, and then her ear.
Her hips thrust against his hand, sweat dotting her body.
He slid his fingers down to her opening, thrusting them deep inside, keeping the pressure constant, and the friction moving. His cock rubbed against her ass with each thrust of her hips.
She sobbed, arching hard into his fingers.
“Lily,” he whispered, rolling her to her back, His mouth crashed down and his tongue plunged into her mouth. He pushed her legs apart thrusting his cock deep, groaning against her lips. His muscles trembled as he pulled back thrusting deep again, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist as her fingers glided down his back gripping him.
She met him thrust for thrust, her fingers digging into his back, leaving impressions.
“Clay,” she moaned, her breasts plastered against his chest, sweat running down both of them.
He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting hard and deep.
He tangled his hands in her hair, arching her neck as he placed kisses and nips upon it.
Her fingers raked his back, scratching his skin as her body arched, a cry falling from her lips.
He gritted his teeth, trying to hold back the tide, wanting to ride her longer. He couldn’t, groaning he slammed into her with one last powerful surge. His seed flooded her body before he collapsed on top of her. His breath heavy in her ear, his body totally satiated he lay basking in the pleasure.
He placed a soft kiss on her neck, easing up on his elbow. “Lily, I love you.”
He glanced up to see her reaction to his words, only to find her eyes closed a slight smile curving her lips, her breathing deep and even.
She was sound asleep. Sound asleep with him lying on top of her, his body still joined with hers.
He smiled, pulling out he rolled to his side, wrapping her tightly in his arms. He wondered how she would react when she heard those words.
Chapter 13
Clay leaned up on his elbow watching her sleep. Unable to help himself he pushed the covers off her
body looking at her scars.
They were straight cuts marring her skin, dozens of them. Someone had hurt her, badly and he needed to know who it was. He wanted to… NO! He needed to make sure they paid dearly for her pain.
His teeth clenched over the sheer amount of scars she had. No one had the right to hurt Lily. He sat up staring at her lower body the scars reaching her knees.
They were silver scars, little lines everywhere. The longest ran from her belly button to the top of her pussy mound. Her skin healed evenly leaving no protrusions to feel, except the ones on the inside curve of her thighs, which were deeper cuts.
The scars ran over her pussy mound and the sides of her pussy lips. Clay couldn’t imagine the pain, or fear she experienced when it happened. His finger traced the scar from her navel down to her pussy, feeling her eyes on him he looked up. “Tell me, Lily, please.”
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Lily blinked back her tears, sucking her lower lip between her teeth. She had to tell him, she owed him that much. “My parents died in a car accident my senior year of high school.”
“I’m sorry.” Clay softly kissed her lips.
She swallowed. “A friend of my family’s… he was a few years older than me, helped me.”
“With?” he stroked her belly in feather light sweeps.
“The funeral arrangements, the insurances, the paperwork,” she stared up at the ceiling. “I thought he was my friend.”
“You thought?” he asked, his fingers sliding along her chin, her lips.
“He became my boyfriend, moved into my parent’s house with me, took over my life,” she whispered. She glanced at him as she struggled to find the words, her body shifting against his. “At first, he treated me well, but he changed.”
He stroked her cheek, watching her face. “What do you mean he changed?”
“He became mean,” she whispered.
His fingers stilled on her cheek. “Mean, how?”
“He called me names, pushed me…,” she hesitated, her eyes finding the ceiling again.
His fingers moved over her nose. “And?”
“Hit me.” Her lip trembled.
His teeth clenched waiting for her to continue.
“He took my parents house, forced me to sign the title over to him,” she whispered, rolling her head, looking across the room.