Leah stands at the sink, scrubbing away at a pan that looks like it hasn’t been washed in weeks. Her arm getting weak, she repositions herself to put in more strength. She grunts when she realizes the stuff just isn’t coming out, so she drops it back into the sink in aggravation. She decides to move on to the silverware, hoping they won’t be so much trouble, either. She finishes three spoons, five forks, and a large cutting knife quickly and easily. She lays them on the towel on the counter to dry. That was the rest of the dishes. She picks up the pan and works at it again.
In the blink of an eye, she finds the knife she just finished washing at her throat once again. She swallows thickly, the sharp edge pressing lightly against her jugular, but she doesn’t bother panicking. If anything, she’s more…unamused. She turns around, the knife now pressed up against the back of her neck. “Really? This game again?”
Chris’ face is emotionless. His eyes are dark with hunger, hunger for Leah. He moves closer to her, trapping her against the counter. He lightly drags the knife across her skin, around her neck, tracing her jaw line with the razor-sharp edge. He holds it horizontally against her neck.
She can’t stand the silence anymore. Her eyes match his in an instant, hunger and all, and she pulls him into the most intense kiss she can give. The knife moves around a little bit between them. It never leaves her neck, but she isn’t too worried about it. She knows how he is, how amazing he is with a knife. She continues to kiss him passionately without paying a bit of attention to the deadly blade at her throat. It makes her heart race. Knowing that, at any given moment, Chris could slice her throat open and end it all, is the best feeling. The fact that he can keep the weapon under control while his tongue, exploring her mouth, can’t; it gets her going more than he could ever believe. “Bedroom,” she forces out between breathless kisses. “N-now.”
“Why wait…mm, that long?” He moves them over and lifts Leah up onto the counter. He buries his face in the hollow of her neck, kissing and sucking at the sensitive skin that earns him just the right noises. He drops the knife onto the counter right next to Leah.
“Chris,” she exhales. She tilts her head back more, giving him as much access as possible. She drags her nails up his back, dragging the undershirt up his body.
He pulls her night shirt off, fast and fluid, and throws it away somewhere. He kisses her hard as his hands look for new places to elicit beautiful sounds. He massages her breasts as he kisses his way down her body.
“Mm…uhn, Chris…oh…”
All of a sudden, Chris has the knife buried to the hilt into the cabinet door, landing barely three centimeters away from her ear. “Be quiet,” he demands. It was a last minute change in plans. He’s got other challenges on his mind now. “Don’t make a fucking sound. I wanna see how long you can stay silent.”
“And what if I don’t?” she teases. She raises an eyebrow at him. “What then?”
Pressing a kiss to a spot right below her naval, he moves back up and glares into her eyes, faces an inch apart. “If you so much as whimper, I will have you stuck to this counter, bare and exposed with the television remote stuck in certain places until you beg me to fuck you. And you know how I stick to my word. Don’t test me.”
It was meant to be a true threat, but Leah wants so bad to take it as an invitation to challenge him. But, then again, putting up a fight is half the fun.
He kisses her again, lightly this time, and trails back downward. He pulls of her pants and underwear, and they follow after the shirt. He spreads her legs wide apart, and the hunger in his eyes deepen. He kisses along the inside of her thighs, turning into nips, turning into bites, turning into bites hard enough to leave marks for her to examine later. Finally, he dives in for the main part.
Leah throws her head back as he devours her, gripping the edge of the counter. She bites down on her lower lip when she feels his tongue delve deep inside her. His fingers start joining in on the party, and it takes all her strength not to make a sound. She closes her eyes, focusing on her breathing. That doesn’t last long. He curves his fingers inside of her, sending the most wonderful jolt of pleasure through her.
Leah’s eyes snap open to her dark ceiling. She feels around for the chain on her lamp and pulls on it. The room illuminates with a soft glow. She feels dampness in her hair and on her forehead. She blushes deep red. She’s never had a dream that felt so real. And she certainly has never had a dream where she acted like that.
Whatever intensity she felt in her dream followed her to reality, because her lower parts are throbbing in her pajama pants. She closes her eyes, a bit disappointed in herself. “Fuck,” she whispers to herself. After what she just dreamt about, she’s about ready to go into the kitchen and scrub at a pan or something and see how that goes. But, even if that did have a possibility of working, she couldn’t do it. She’s mad at Chris, punishing him, really. She can’t give in to him already. He fucked up. He shouldn’t be rewarded for that.
The toy, she thinks immediately. A year ago, Riley gave her a toy from the adult store that used to be down the street. It was meant more as a joke, but Leah kept it anyway. And she did end up using it once or twice since then. She rolls over to the edge of her bed and opens up her night stand drawer. She pulls it out, the dark green vibrator, and turns it on to get a feel of it. She hasn’t used it in a long time. And what better time than to use it now, when Chris is in the next room taking his punishment from Leah.
An evil smirk slips onto her face. She throws her covers to the side and jumps out of bed. She sits down against the wall next to the door. She sets the vibrator on the highest setting and holds to the opening underneath the door.
A couple of minutes later, the TV goes silent. He probably muted it to hear the vibrating sound.
She smiles. She moves over, closer to the door. She pushes her pants and underwear down a bit to give her room. She slips the vibrator down underneath the fabric, presses the tip to her center, and moans loudly as the sensation overcomes her.
“Are you fucking serious?” He sounds wounded, like this is actually torture for him.
She circles it around, and she gasps his name. “Chris.” She bites on her lower lip as she moves it around again.
“That is so fucked up.”
“Mm…isn’t it, though?” she says seductively. She turns her head to face the door so he could hear her more clearly.
This is going to be a fun night for Leah.
