Knife's Property

T W E N T Y - F I V E

My head takes a few days to heal.

It throbs whenever I move too suddenly and the bruises have turned into ugly splotches of purple and yellow.

The plus side is that Knife has finally let me leave the bedroom to explore our new house. He was adamant that I stay in bed until my head was good enough for me to walk around normally.

When I ignored this and tried to step foot outside of the room, he chained me to the bed.

It was a padded cuff that went around my ankle and let me walk around the room no problem. I could go into the closet or into the bathroom but as soon as I stepped foot in front of the door, some sort of automatic alarm went off in the cuff and it tightened and almost yanked me back to bed.

It took three days of me trying everything under the book to get him to let me leave the room. Every time he was in the room with me, I was either seducing him or outright ignoring him.

The latter caused him to go down on me and draw out so many orgasms, I was a liquified mess on the bed and couldn't even talk I was that spent.

He would make me scream out his name over and over again, make me beg for more but also to stop because my battered body couldn't handle it.

The doctor never said anything about orgasms or sex damaging my health and Knife ran with it.

But today was the day I could step foot into my home and explore it.

I had watched Knife remove the ankle with wide, excited eyes. I could barely contain my foot from tapping and my ankle from moving in his hold. He had to pinch my skin in warning to stay still so many times it was bright red by the time it was off. The lock was complicated and required different keys and manouvers for it spring open, it had felt like hours but in reality was only a few minutes. 

Knife was by my side, his hand on the back of my neck rubbing circles into the skin and ready to catch me if I fell. His large chest brushed against my shoulder as he stood as close as he could do to me without hitting the back of my heels or knocking me over.

I walked slowly, afraid if I walked any faster and tripped he would immediately scoop me up and lock me away forever.

"Careful, Sugar." He warned when I dared to move faster. I gritted my teeth but kept the glacial pace.

Ever since I was rescued, he's been non-stop with me. I've woken up from naps to him just sitting across the room, blade in his hand, and watching me with this dark look on his face.

Sometimes I don't do or say anything, I just keep looking at him until I either fall asleep or he comes over and fucks me, or I beckon him over for a cuddle and to soothe the darkness in him away.

He adjusts the chunky cardigan on my shoulders, the heavy material slipped down my arm and God forbid I have an exposed piece of skin.

He's always muttering about my temperature not being the same, I'm colder than I was before. He's constantly checking my temperature and then tucking me under a few blankets before kissing my head and either pulling me into his chest next to him or leaving me bundled up.

He's never too far though. The cameras made sure of that.

I eye the walls around us, there are cameras out in the open here, letting me know that someone will always be watching me.

"Have you got any hidden cameras as well?" I ask Knife, swivelling slightly to see his face. His hand squeezes the back of my neck tenderly and he smiles down at me in amusement.

"I do."

"Where are they?"

"If I told you, they wouldn't be so secret then, would they?"