Psycho | Beatrice

29 | fucking psycho

The night before New Years Eve, I spend it at Luke's.

He told me to wear sweats and button down shirt. I explained I don't have a button down, so he gave me one of flannels to wear.

The thing that rang throughout my head was him asking me if I'm ready and if I trusted him. I don't know why, but every time he asks if I trust him, it sends butterflies into my stomach. He reminded me that he would never hurt me. I gave him consent to whatever happens, as long as it's not sex.

The next morning I awake to the sound of water turning off. I'm about to reach for my phone when I realize my hands can't move from over my head. When I look, I see my hands cuffed over my head to the bedpost.

I scan the room and see my phone across the room, near the door. On that same table, I see what looks like a gun.

What the fuck?!

Luke's bathroom door opens and I feel a rush of steam come out. Luke stands there in his black jeans and no shirt. I notice he's brushing his teeth and just looking at me. He goes back into the bathroom and then he comes out, looking around his room with his keys in his hand.

"Why?" I ask as I yank the cuffs.

He walks over to my bedside and leans down.

"If you want to feel confident and know what I like, this is it." Luke says in a low voice.

I sit up, my hands still behind me. "Are you crazy?! I'm not even doing anything you fucking psycho."

Luke clenches his jaw, stands up, walks away, and leaves.

By the time he returns, it's only been two hours that have passed. The longest two hours of my life. All I could do is lay here and watch his alarm clock change every single minute. He comes in with some plastic bags. He picks up his gun and moves it on the nightstand next to me.

"Wanna see what these handcuffs are for?" Luke straight up asks.

I nod. Luke smirks as he grabs the waistband of my pants. He pulls them off my feet and that's when I realize my underwear went with it. I breathe heavily as he just stares at my lower half. His eyes trail from my legs to my region. This lasts about three minutes of him just staring at me in silence. He opens his nightstand and he grabs this long piece of fabric out. Then he wraps it around my head so it's covering my eyes. I lay there anticipating what's going to happen.

Finally, I feel his cold hand gently rub my hips. He draws tiny circles on them.

"Why're your hands always so cold?" I breathe out.

He doesn't say anything. Instead, I feel his hand move down my hips to my thigh. It moves from the outer side to the inner side and slowly slides up.

"I stop when you moan." He says.

I feel Luke's finger begin to feel around my area.

I try to catch my breath. "I don't think that would be a good idea."

As I'm mid sentence, Luke hits the sweet spot once again. This time, he focusses on that area by rubbing around. The more he does that, the more friction that builds. I grab the chains of the cuffs tightly and my entire body tightens. I'm about to moan, but I force myself to hold it in.

Out of nowhere, I feel a warm sensation on my neck. I realize Luke is kissing it all the while he is touching me down there. I tilt my head so he has more room to work with. Then i feel his mouth start to pull on roughly on my neck. It feels as if he's biting me. I try to bear the pain, but I almost want to throw him off. Just as I'm about to say something, he stops. Then he goes to the crook of my neck and starts to suck there.

The feeling between my legs intensifies. I go from the pain on my neck to the pleasure down there. I begin to get light headed and lost in the feeling. As I arch my back, Luke begins to bite on the spot on my neck. That sends a pulsing feeling between my legs.

"Fuck. Fuck. Fuck."

Just then, everything stops except the throbbing feeling. Luke's hands are nowhere on my body and his lips are far from me. I try to reach my hands down to finish it myself, but I'm stopped by the cuffs.

"That's what you get for calling me a fucking psycho." Luke says.