Noir

In a flash, his hand closed around my wrist, his grip unyielding. "You wish to play this game?" he hissed, his eyes gleaming with the thrill of the chase. "Very well." His other hand slid down to the hem of my nightgown, lifting it up to expose my thigh. I could feel the heat of his body, the throb of his pulse against my skin, as he held me pinned beneath him.

Panic surged through me, but I swallowed it down. I had to keep my head clear, had to remember my plan, even as Noir took the letter opener from me, gently sliding it across my cheek, over my jaw and down my throat. His touch sent a jolt of electricity through my body, and I couldn't help but feel a flicker of arousal.

"Do you really wish to use this?" he asked, his voice a purr against my skin as he traced the slope of a breast with the weapon.

I swallowed hard, my body trembling with desire. "If it means my freedom, yes," I replied firmly, my voice unsteady.

Noir chuckled darkly, his grip on the letter opener tightening. "But what if it doesn't?" he mused, his eyes searching my own. "What if this is the price you pay for the sweet illusion of choice?"

I held his gaze, my breath coming in shallow aroused gasps. "Then it's a price I'm willing to pay."

"Is that so?" His words emerged thickly as he traced the slope of the other breast, flicking the hardening nub of my nipple with the letter opener.

My resolve hardened even as I began to squirm beneath him, my pussy growing wet. "It is."

With a smirk that made my stomach clench, Noir leaned down and took my nipple into his mouth over the material of my gown, the metal of the letter opener pressing into my skin. I bit back a moan, my hand sliding up to grip his hair, my body betraying me even as my mind rebelled.

Pulling away from me, he gripped the neckline of my nightgown and ripped it, exposing my breasts.

The cold metal of the letter opener was replaced by the heat of his mouth, and the pain of his bite was swallowed by the intensity of his suckling. I felt the world spin around me, a mix of fear, anger, and an uncontrollable need. I had never felt such a powerful cocktail of emotions, each one fighting for dominance over the others. His eyes remained locked with mine, a silent challenge, as his free hand slid down my body, his fingers finding my wetness and slipping inside with ease. I clenched around him, trying to fight the sensation, but it was a losing battle. The warmth of his touch, the pressure of his hand, it all felt too good, too right, even the sharpness of the letter opener against my skin. "Should I make you come, my pet?" he murmured hoarsely.

I struggled against his hold, my body caught between the thrill of his touch and the horror of my situation. "No," I managed, my voice strained.

Noir's eyes narrowed, the letter opener digging deeper into my skin. "No?" he whispered, his voice a seductive taunt.

"No," I repeated, my voice breathy as my head thrashed on the pillows and my hips began to undulate.

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He chuckled, a sound that was both sinister and tantalizing. "Ah, but I think you're lying to yourself." His thumb circled my clit, the pressure building unbearably. "Or perhaps, you're lying to me."

The room spun as his teeth sank deeper into my neck, the coppery taste of my own blood mingling with the sweetness of his mouth. The pain was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that I hadn't felt in what felt like an eternity. I tried to push him away, but my body responded in the most traitorous way, arching into his touch.

"You see," Noir whispered, his voice filled with triumph as he felt my body quiver beneath his, "you crave this as much as I do." His hand slid the letter opener along my stomach, the sharpness a stark contrast to the softness of my skin. "You belong to me."

I gritted my teeth, the fire of his touch burning through the fog of desire. "I belong to no one," I hissed, a surge of defiance rising within me, but my hips undulating faster as I rode his fingers.

Noir's eyes gleamed with desire. "We shall see," he murmured, his voice a dark promise. He leaned in closer, his fangs still embedded in my neck, his breath hot against my ear. "You will come for me," he said, his voice a command, his thumb pressing down harder on my clit.

I bit my lip, trying to hold back the moan that threatened to escape, trying to cling to the last shreds of my dignity. But the pleasure was too intense, the need too great. My body tightened, a coil of desire wound tight, and then with a gasp, I shattered, my orgasm ripping through me like a tempest. The room spun, my vision blurred, and for a moment, all I could feel was the heat of his mouth, the sharpness of the letter opener, and the exquisite agony of his bite. "Now, isn't that better, my pet?" Noir murmured in victory, his fangs retreating from my neck. He pulled away, wiping a smear of my blood from his lips with a wicked smile. The letter opener hovered dangerously close to my pulse, and for a moment, I thought he might plunge it into my heart.Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

Instead, he set it aside and leaned back, his eyes never leaving mine. "Now," he said, his voice low and sultry, "now you know the price of your freedom." He stood, leaving me trembling on the bed, my body still thrumming from the intense climax.

I sat up, clutching the torn fabric of my nightgown to my chest, my breath coming in ragged gasps. I knew what he wanted-what he was expecting. He wanted me to beg, to plead for his mercy. But I wouldn't give him that satisfaction. "Is that all you have to offer?" I asked, my voice steady despite the tumult inside me. "Forced pleasure and pain?"

His smile grew colder, his eyes darker. "For now," he said, "but I assure you, there's so much more." He leaned in, his breath a warm caress against my cheek. "But you will come to me willingly, my pet. And when you do, it will be because you crave the taste of me."

With that, he turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. I slumped back against the pillows, my body still trembling from the aftershocks of pleasure. My thoughts were a jumbled mess, a tapestry of anger, and something else— something I didn't dare name.

I had underestimated Noir's power over me. The letter opener felt heavy in my hand, a symbol of my failure. I had to find a way to break free, to shake off the chains of desire he had wrapped around me. I couldn't let him win. Gabby's warning weighed heavily on my mind. Challenging Noir directly was a dangerous game, but it was one I had to play. I needed to understand his weakness, to find the chink in his armor that would allow me to overpower him. The mansion felt like a prison, its opulent walls closing in around me. I had to find a way to kill him, before I became just another of his mindless thralls, which was a definite possibility if I couldn't control my needs. I had to believe that there was still a way, a path that led to the light beyond the shadow of Noir's rule.

I flopped over in the bed, frustrated. Then an idea came to me. Gabby had been willing to talk about Noir before. Maybe she would again. I just had to find away to approach her that didn't set off an alarm within her.