His Everything, Even His Downfall

12

When we wake up the next morning he sits up fast, breathing hard and sweating like he just ran a dozen miles.

"Hey. Baby, what is it?" I ask.

"Nothing. I'll be right back."

He gets out of bed faster than I've ever seen a person move and rushes to my bathroom. I can hear him throw up. I raise an eyebrow and go over to him. I kneel next to him.

"What's wrong?"I ask, lightly scratching his back.

He wipes his mouth with one of the towels on my wall."Just a bad dream. I'm fine."

"Fine isn't puking until your throat hurts. Or running off or crying yourself awake. Seriously. What was that dream?"

" I went to jail and it's not exactly a fucking theme park. I tend to have nightmares about it."

"And this one scared you so much because?"

"First few days I was there I got jumped. By this group of people. Scarier than it looks in the movies."

"Oh baby."

"Don't worry about it. I'm fine. Just gonna take a shower and cool off."

"Oh."

"It's okay. I promise."

"Mmm."

He kisses the side of my head.

"Do you have a toothbrush I can use?"he asks.

"There's some in the medicine cabinet above the sink. Do you need anything else though?"

"Nah. It's okay."

"Mhm."

I go back to my bedroom and lay down again. He takes a cold shower and cleans up. He only takes about fifteen minutes and comes out into my room when he's done.

"You alright?"he asks, pulling his jeans and boxers on from last night.

"Yeah. I'm okay. Did the shower and everything help?"

"Yeah. I had to brush my teeth a lot to get the taste out."

"Come kiss me and I'll make sure."

"Even if my lips still taste like puke?"

"Mhmm."

He smiles and comes over to me. He kneels between my legs and kisses me. I smile.

"Cute."he says.

"Mmhmm. They do taste better now though. Your lips I mean."

"Good."

"Is that why you didn't kiss me?"

"Yeah. I figured because you're human you probably wouldn't want to kiss me when I had puke on my breath."

"Mmm. No. I wouldn't have. It's cute that you thought about it."

"It's really hard to take you seriously calling me cute when you have knife marks from last night everywhere."

"Your lip is still sliced open. I mean. There's a scar now. But it's from your lip almost down your chin."

"It was hot when you did it and it's still hot now."

"Oh really?"

"Yeah. You're sexy when you do shit like that."

"You're- Why am I surprised? You're a mob boss."

"My job doesn't really dictate what I find hot."

"I cut your face open and you were damn near drooling over me because of it. That's pretty close to what you do. You do torture people."

"Only when they earn it. But, I don't find torture hot. I find you specifically using weapons sexy as hell."

"Right."

"Why does that confuse you?"

" I cut you open and you were horny as hell from it. That doesn't concern you at all?"

"Nope."

"Jesus."

He laughs quietly and kisses me a few times.

"I did worse to you, you know."he says.

" I know. Not any less weird though."

"How?"

"What do you mean?"

"You find it odd that it was a turn on when you cut my face open but it doesn't phase you that I cut you up almost bad enough for you to bleed out. You see the oddness, yeah?"

"Not really. You're a dominant. I was trained as a submissive."

"So?"

"You're a sadist."

"You wouldn't survive in my line of work if you weren't, so yeah."

"So usually if I were to cut a sadist, it wouldn't be a turn on."

"You realize I'm a masochist, don't you? Seriously. That's why those things are so fucking hot."

"You are?"

"You have got to be kidding."

"Oh I'm serious, Baby."

"Yes, I'm a masochist. And a sadist. That's a thing."

"Just more rare."

"Apparently."

I smile and kiss him a few times. He smiles back.

"Let's try something, gorgeous."he says.

"And what would that be?"

He hands me his knife."Do it again. Cut me."

" You really trust me enough to-"

"More than I'll be able to explain without showing you."

"You sure about this?"

"Mhmm."

I just drag the knife along his collarbone, cutting into his skin just slightly when I do. He takes my other hand in his and presses my palm against his crotch.

"I wasn't lying."he says, referring to his growing erection.

"Clearly. Fuck."

"Exactly."

He lets go of my hand and takes the knife from me, slipping it back into the holster on his thigh. I lean forward and kiss along the cut I made, getting his blood on my lips. Before I can clean it off, he presses his lips to mine, running his tongue along my lips. I gasp softly and smile.

"Did you just kiss your own blood off my lips?"I ask.

"Yes ma'am. Just wanted to surprise you."

"That was blood."

"Nothing I haven't tasted before, my love."

I kiss him hard.