Manipulation (Sequel To Total Control)

Not the Dark I remember pt. 1

Your POV

All I could feel was the leather straps around my wrists and ankles. My eyes kept locked on Dark as he circled the small bed I was on. He had one hand under his chin as if he was thinking of something. But I knew he was just looking at me. Obviously, all I and on was my bra and shorts. I hated how he called undress me like this.

He flipped out a butterfly knife, swing it around his hand effortlessly. I could help but marvel at how he did it.

"Now, are you going to keep disobeying me" Dark chimed as he grazed the edge of the blade along my cheek.
"I don't take orders from you" I huffed harshly. He clicked his tongue.
"I didn't think you could get any more stubborn, but I guess you've proven me wrong" he said with a grin and trailed the blade to my stomach.
"It's missing some liveliness " he grinned and punctured my my skin. Letting the crimson red flow over my midsection. I bit down on my tongue, silencing myself.

He hummed at me.
"After all this, and you still have it on you. Impressive " he said before retracting the knife.
He flipped it close after licking it clean then placing it in his back pocket.

He jumped onto the bed and sat on my legs. His cold fingers dragged along my jaw.
"So sweet" he commented. For some reason that's been a regular thing with him lately. 'So sweet' or 'Sweet y/n'. I don't know how I should react to it, honestly.

He grinned at me and leaned down to my stomach. His cold tongue slithered across the fresh cut, lapping up all the over spilled blood. It honestly felt kinda good. The way his tongue was cold while my skin was burning hot. And the slight pinch that would come every once in a while. It tickled a bit and I couldn't help but giggle.

He immediately stopped and looked up at me. His eyebrows cocked at me.
"It tickled " I said. He smiled and went back to doing it. I giggle again.

"I didn't know you had tickles" he mumbled.
"Well, you were too busy with making my life a living hell " I snarked. He looked up at me again.
"It's gone, in the past "
"But you're here again " I stated.
"It's different " he said softly. I just had to scoff.

"And of course you still have your sass" he chuckled, going back to my midsection. But instead of his tongue, I left his lips. He was kissing my stomach. And of course it felt good. I don't know how he does that.

After a few pecks, I felt his tongue again before he came up to my face. His mouth was red with my blood, and a small trail going down from the corner of his mouth.

"Time for you to wake up now, so sad. Don't worry, I'm always here" he smiled and pressed his bloody lips on mine.

By now, I've kissed him about thirteen time, but each time is somehow different. Yeah, he's been here for a while now.

His sharp teeth tugged at my lip, sinking down into my bottom lip. He squeezed my hips slightly, making a groan slip from my mouth. I could feel the corners of his lips curl up.

My breaths started to get scarce, I was running out of the air I needed. I tried to pull my head away and gasp for a breath. But wasn't allowed to. He kept my lips planted on his, and shoved his tongue down my throat as I gasped.

He inhaled through his nose and continued weaving our mouths together. It was hard to say that I didn't enjoy it. It's just something about what he does and how he does it.

And somehow, I don't know when this happened, but my arms rested on his shoulders. I'm guessing he let them out and they just sort of got there.

Dark POV