Black Light: Possession, page 15
Shuffling noises drew my attention and then Grady’s body tumbled sideways off mine. Gentle hands lifted me off the ground and soon I was cradled in Nathaniel’s arms. Still, I couldn’t look away from the man lying on the ground. He stared up at me with such sadness, his mouth moved soundlessly with the words “I love you.” He took in one last shuddering breath and then… nothing.
“Jesus, she’s bleeding. Get me a cloth or something.” Joseph barked out the order as my Nathaniel carried me toward the car. My teeth began to chatter and my whole body shook.
“Fuck, she’s going into shock. Kurt, call 9-1-1 now. Joseph, grab my jacket.”
Warmth surrounded me as Nathaniel climbed into the backseat with me still wrapped in his arms. His scent surrounded me when his coat was placed over us. I couldn’t control the tremors that wracked my body.
“Shh, pet, don’t cry. We’ve got you. You’re safe.” I didn’t even realize I was crying. Since Nathaniel still cradled me, it must have been Joseph brushing my hair off my face. I forced my eyes open to look at him. I needed the reassurance that this wasn’t just a dream and that they were truly here. Through blurred vision, he was there like a lifeline waiting to catch me.
“I need to put this on your neck to stop the bleeding.” Movement followed his words, and I sucked in a pained breath when he applied pressure to my wound.
“Paramedics are on their way. I also double checked on”—Kurt, if I remembered correctly, paused and nodded his head in the general direction of where Grady’s body was—“our deceased.”
A flicker of sympathy surfaced. What happened to him wasn’t his fault. He’d merely been a victim of circumstance. I had no idea how his mother would feel about his death, but she needed to be notified. I wasn’t going to think about that now. It was over. I was safe in the arms of my men. And they were mine. As I was theirs.
My dearest Madeline,
I want to tell you a story. But not just any story. This one is special. It’s about a boy. And a girl. One day, this boy was walking through a copse of trees. The smell of rain, and the redwoods surrounding him, tantalized his nose. Sunlight dappled the ground as it peeked through the giant, cinnamon-colored skyscrapers, casting shadows on the hard, dirt floor. And even though he knew the sun was waning, he marched on, patiently, in search of the perfect tree.
Forty minutes passed and still he searched, his eyes scanning the foliage around him. The temperature began to drop and the boy shivered. But he carried on. The wildlife quieted while he trekked through their domain, as if sensing something not quite right. Several pairs of eyes followed the path the boy took, but the owners remained cautious and wary.
And then, there it was, right in front of him. Larger than any tree he had ever seen. Instantly, the boy knew it was the one. Reverently, he walked around the tree, his head tilted back as he scanned the trunk upward, craning his neck until his eyes spotted the pinnacle. It was the perfect spot.
The boy’s fingertips caressed the bark, feeling the coolness of it sink into his bones. Suddenly, in his hand was a knife. With careful precision, he began to carve into the tree, his tongue peeking from between his lips as he scratched in deep concentration. Chips dropped to the ground from the damage he inflicted on the tree, but he continued on, until soon, he stepped back and admired his work.
In the reddish-colored wood was now etched a heart, and inside the heart were two small letters separated by a plus sign. Yet, to this little boy, they signified everything. They signified love. The immense emotion that filled him up. His entire existence would forever be a part of that glorious tree. SHE, the girl who owned his heart, would forever be a part of that tree.
Soon the boy grew up, but every so often he’d go visit that tree. His now large fingers would trace the letters reminding him of the love that filled his heart to over-flowing. A love that spanned decades. Finally, the time had come for the man, and now woman, to be together. But as with all things, change is fluid. What once was can no longer be. The man realized this. I realized this. Since you’re reading this, Madeline, it must mean that things didn’t go as I’d planned. They rarely do, so it really comes as no surprise. Merely another disappointment in life. I can’t be sad though. It only means I must wait a little longer for us to be together. Because whatever didn’t happen in this life, is surely meant to happen in the next. Until I see you again, know that love transcends heaven and hell.
All my love,
Grady
Chapter 27
Madeline
Ever since I was released from the hospital, I’d spent every night at Joseph and Nathaniel’s. We’d even discussed putting my house on the market. We’d gone to Black Light a few times, but mentally I was still recovering. So, more often than not we played at home. Tonight was one of those nights. I had a special request though that I knew wasn’t going to go over well.
“I want you to bring out your knife tonight.”
Nathaniel’s response was instantaneous. “No fucking way.”
I reached out and clasped his hands in mine. He tightened his grip to stop the tremble in my touch. Yes, I was nervous as hell. I still had the occasional nightmare remembering when Jordan sliced my throat, but I needed to do this. The three of us had been together for two months now, and not once, even before Grady, had Nathaniel brought up the discussion of knife play. He’d respected my hard limit from that first night, so I knew he wasn't trying to push me into anything, which I appreciated. But I sensed that he missed his knives.
If I were being honest, I'd done some research on it, and I could admit to being intrigued by the mind fuck behind it. Like a master at the bullwhip, I was sure the knife was like an extension of him and that he was an artist at wielding it. I think the minute I'd begun my research that my hard limit would change to a soft one. Grady had gone and fucked that up. But I refused to let him win. He wasn’t going to ruin one more minute of my life. It was time to take back the control he’d stripped from me. Nothing like tonight to take that leap.
“We both need this, Nathaniel. Your knife is a part of who you are as a Dom. You need to wield it, and I need to let you. Grady… Jordan… I won’t let them destroy this for us. I trust you, Master. With my life. With my heart. With my submission.” I held my breath while I waited for him to relent. It was his job as my Dom to give me what I needed. I’d finally reached a point where I now knew what I needed and could easily express it. It had never been that way with Vince or any of the other Doms I’d scened with. Not true soul-deep needs. But now, I was asking for this. It was probably one of the most important needs I’d ever ask be fulfilled. It was for both of us.
Nathaniel exhaled a large sigh and I knew he was going to agree. “The minute, no the second, something doesn’t feel right, I better hear your safe word or you’re going to be in for a far greater punishment.”
I squeezed his hand tightly. “Thank you, Master. I promise I’ll safe word if it becomes too much.”
His eyes darkened to pitch and his fingers twitched. “I'll assume the no blood hard limit hasn't changed."
It wasn't a question, but I responded any way so there were no misunderstandings. “Correct. No blood drawn.”
“Good, because I don’t think I could handle that even though I’m aware of the risks that can potentially, however unintentionally, occur. I’ve been practicing knife play for years, and am considered an expert. You, however, are not only new to it, but you also have the potential for a traumatic response, so an accident has the potential to happen. However, I will take every caution possible to avoid it, and I have an entire first aid kit available should a cut occur. Are you willing to accept these risks?"
I nodded and repeated my previous words. “I trust you, Master.”
“Thank you for that trust, pet. Go with Joseph, and I’ll be there in a moment.”
Joseph's finger traced down my arm, my skin pebbling in the wake of the path, before clasping my hand in his. “Come.”
He led me to his room and had me sit on the edge of the bed. He disappeared out into the hall, but quickly returned. In his hands was a spanking bench.
“You’re certainly prepared for anything, aren’t you?” I joked.
Joseph grinned. “My mother always taught me to be ready for anything.”
We both turned when Nathaniel entered the room. In his hands was a duffel bag. And what looked like a folded up tarp.
I pointed at the plastic with trepidation. “What is that for?”
Nathaniel held it up for my inspection. “Have you ever done wax play?”
“No, but I’ve watched it done. It looks like it feels wonderful though.”
He nodded in Joseph’s direction. “I thought it might be a good idea for Joseph to try out his new wax set on you if you’re agreeable. It might help your focus.”
“Oh, I think that’s a great idea.” Joseph turned to me. “I’ve been wanting to decorate your body since that first night. Will you let me, angel?”
My gaze passed between the two of them. The love and trust I felt was all encompassing. I knew they wouldn’t do anything to harm me.
“Yes, Master.” There was no other answer to give.
“You won’t regret it, Madeline.”
I remained sitting on the bed while I watched the men spread out the tarp and then place the spanking bench in the middle of it. Joseph winked at me.
“Wax can get a little messy.”
I just stared, not sure how to respond.
“You ready, pet?” My gaze darted to Nathaniel who’d placed his bag on the bedside table. I made myself look at it knowing what was inside. I could do this.
“I’m ready, Master.”
“Good. Now, strip.”
Chapter 28
Nathaniel
While Joseph led Madeline over to the bench he'd brought in, I pulled out my favorite toy from my bag. A four-inch blade with a custom-made lightweight grip. I also withdrew all of my safety supplies, including antiseptic ointment, butterfly bandages, and skin glue as well as my sanitizing equipment. Over my shoulder I heard Joseph whispering to her, and I turned to see a blush spread across her naked chest, her nipples pebbled with need. She stood proudly, secure in the fact that we found her utterly enchanting. Her light shone so brightly it was almost overpowering. Shaking off my fanciful thoughts, I nodded to Joseph. "Pet, we're going to make all your dreams come true. Dreams you didn't even know you had."
She cocked her head and beamed up at me. "I can't wait, Master."
"Joseph," I called over to him. "Let's show our little submissive here what she's been missing out on.”
He and I exchanged places and while he went to get his bag out of his closet, I moved in front of Madeline. I removed the blade from its protective leather sheath, wanting her to see the blade that would be touching her skin. I didn't want her afraid.
"This is my favorite." I held the blade out so she could see it, perhaps admire it as much I did. "The silver complements your violet eyes you know, especially when the light reflects off it. I can't wait to see the tip running across your flawless skin, the shallow markings it leaves behind a reminder to both of us the level of trust you're giving me. I'm humbled by it."
To emphasize my point, I gently ran the dull side down my own arm showing her on my own body before touching her with it. I kept a close eye on her for any signs of distress. I knew there would be fear given what had happened to her, but I wanted no harm, neither physical nor mental, to come to her. When she did nothing more than follow my movements, I removed the knife from my skin and ever so slowly placed the dull side on her arm and mimicked the motion I’d just completed on myself.
I made sure to keep pressure off the upper region and exerted just the slightest more on her forearm, pulling the blade downward. Her eyes followed its path, her pupils dilated with a combination of fear and arousal if her hitched breath was any indication. Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips before she bit down on the bottom one, perhaps to hold back any words of regret for her choice.
Joseph and I wanted everything that happened here tonight to be her choice, and even as an experienced sub, she needed to be reminded of that. "Anytime you no longer feel safe or if something isn't working for you, we want you to use your safe word. There won't be any anger or disappointment for either of us. Your trust in us is the most important thing, so don't be afraid to stop whatever is happening if it doesn't feel good. Understand?"
Madeline nodded, her eyes never leaving mine. "Yes, Master.”
Joseph reached into his own bag and withdrew a red and pink candle as well as a piece of fabric. He'd been dying to decorate Madeline's body from day one, and now it seemed he was about to get his chance.
"Close your eyes," I breathed into Madeline's ear before biting down on it.
Her eyes fluttered and she drew in a shuddering breath before she completely shut her eyes. Joseph handed me the black satin blindfold. I teased her shoulders with it, letting the soft fabric caress her skin. I brushed it across her shoulder blades when I moved behind her. Her body moved with the flow of the cloth, like she was chasing the sensation. I drew the blindfold over the top of her, covering her closed lids, and tying it behind her head, gently but firmly cinching the knot taking care not to catch her hair in it.
"Focus on what your body is feeling. Don't think about anything. Just enjoy the sensations." Joseph gently brushed his finger across her cheek causing Madeline to lean into his touch, almost purring.
"Yes, Master," she breathed out. She was fucking beautiful standing there, blindfolded eyes, completely trusting her Doms to take care of her.
"Next time I want you in clothes so I can cut them off you.”
She trembled at my words. Joseph nuzzled her neck while I approached her other side. I knelt at her feet and ran my hands up her legs, leaning in and blowing my hot breath across her pussy. She moaned at the sensation. I continued to caress her, moving closer to her center each time. Her pussy grew wet at my touch. I stood, cupping her in my hand and drawing a finger through her slit, flicking her clit. I slid the digit back down and this time when I got to her pussy I slid inside while I whispered in her ear all the fucked up things we were going to do to her. "Before this night is over you're going to feel the delicious burn of the wax on your skin and the coldness of my blade scraping it off. The shallow marks from my knife will be a reminder in the days to come of being owned by us. Possessed by us. You're going to look at your skin and remember the fear and exhilaration of the bite of the blade. That excites you doesn't it? I can feel your juices flowing faster. Listen to the sound of your wetness beneath my fingers. You're dying to experience the sensations that only we can provide. Can you hear your heart racing? The blood flowing in your veins? I know I can. My cock is harder than it has ever been with just the thought of sliding deep inside this hot, wet pussy. We want to spill our seed deep inside you, marking you as ours. When we're done with you, our come is going to become a part of you."
Madeline's knees almost buckled, but Joseph caught her in his arms.
"On your stomach."
Joseph and I were equal partners when it came to sharing women. He was just as dominant as I was. However, each play was different and we each took the appropriate lead when warranted. Tonight, I was the one leading this scene. Joseph was still fully in control, but we worked in tandem and let the other have full control when it fit our needs at the time. There was no jealousy or fear of being topped. It's why we worked so well together both inside the bedroom and out. We were entirely in sync with each other. We fed off each other's control.
Once Madeline was properly situated over the bench, it was Joseph's turn to lead. I was more than happy to sit back and watch the show until it was my turn again. The smell of a freshly lit match stung my nostrils as the spark brightly lit up the end of the short wooden stick. Joseph touched the burning flame to the candle wick, igniting and sending a faint waxy smell in the air. He let the candle burn for a minute before holding it up and tilting it over his own hand to test the temperature. He must have been satisfied with the heat level because he moved closer to Madeline. I squatted next to her, my finger lining a path down her arm, so she remained physically connected to one of us.
When he tilted the candle over her back, she gasped at the feel of the heated wax dripping onto her skin.
"What color, pet?"
"Green, Master. I can feel the warmth flowing through me."
I nodded up at Joseph for him to continue. This time instead of my finger, I used the dull edge of my blade to caress the skin of her forearm. Just when I withdrew from her, Joseph poured more wax from the candle, drawing a line across her. We repeated our movements, me moving the blade lightly across various areas of her skin in opposition to Joseph decorating her body with his colored wax. With each drop, Madeline moaned her pleasure, although I could tell the effort it took her not to flinch and squirm.
"Still green, Madeline?"
"Yes, Master," came her drowsy reply. Shock coursed through me. She was definitely close to subspace, and hadn’t once flinched or tried to draw away from the touch of the blade. We stopped periodically, caressing her body, Joseph with his fingers, and me with my knife. I scratched shallow marks on her inner thighs, careful to not scrape too deep. Before long, the most gorgeous array of red and pink splashes colored her porcelain skin.
I caressed her ass, my fingers catching on the raised wax dashed across her cheeks. Gently, I inched my blade under the first batch of wax, prying it off her skin, the pink of her flesh standing out against the silver metal. Once the piece had been scraped off, Joseph bent down and licked the area now absent of wax. Piece by piece I used my knife to remove every bit of wax while Joseph nibbled and kissed each exposed inch of her. Once her back and ass had returned to complete bare nakedness, I leaned down to whisper encouragement.
