Sinful Serenade

Chapter 10

Danielle

As I stir in my sleep, I become acutely aware of my wrists and ankles being restrained. The binds are tight and unyielding. I try to speak, but my words come out muffled—holy s**t is there tape across my mouth?

Terror hits me like a freight train. I don't remember going to bed, let alone getting home. How did I end up tied up and with my dress still on? Oh god, is my mom performing an exorcism on me after she found out I left the house?

I blink rapidly, my eyes darting around the room for answers. My heart thunders in my chest as I try to scream through the tape, but the only response is a low, ominous chuckle. My head snaps in the direction of the sound towards a shadow in the corner of the room.

My body stiffens with fear. Either my mom has a sore throat, or there's some guy in my f*****g room. The figure steps forward, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. His piercing cold eyes hold me captive with their icy intensity. My breath catches in my throat, and I whimper in fear.

Kenneth-f*****g-Knight is in my bedroom.

All of those times falling asleep with his voice in my ear must've summoned him, like a demon or something. This can't be real. Can someone please wake me up from this nightmare?

A cruel smile forms on his lips as he leans closer. "I've been waiting patiently for you wake up. We'll have to watch your alcohol consumption from now on—you hardly stirred when I tied you up."

Tears of anger burn my eyes. What does he want? How did he find me? My head is spinning with questions, and the more I think about it, the more I freak the f**k out. How did he manage to break into my house without waking up the neighbors?

He chuckles softly. "I bet you don't even remember what happened, huh, little trouble?"

I swallow hard, shaking my head. Did he drug me? I really don't remember anything past dancing at the party. My blood feels like ice, chilling my veins as my heart continues to pound relentlessly. I'm still hoping that this is some f****d up nightmare I'm just having trouble waking up from.

"I came to that little house party your friend threw....Maeve, right? We talked. You invited me to f**k you. Got into my car, and then gave me the address to your house. Once you passed out in the car, I knew you were too drunk for what I had planned. So, I decided to give you some time to sleep it off."

No. He's lying. I would never do that if I knew it were him. But then fragments of the night resurface. There was a guy with a mask that had flashing LED lights.

Ah, f**k. What have I done? My stomach twists into knots as I remember willingly stepping into his car. I just wanted one wild night before I went back into my cage, a one-night-stand with a stranger I'd never have to see again. How the hell did I end up here with a man I'm lowkey obsessed with now staring me down like I'm his possession?

As I struggle harder against the restraints, but they only bite into my skin as Kenneth pulls a pocket knife from his pocket. The blade gleams in the moonlight streaming from the window. I cry out, but the tape muffles my voice into a pathetic whimper. my body trembles in fear, and something else—something I'm too disgusted to admit even to myself.

"Shh," he croons. "I'm not going to hurt you, little trouble. I just want to find out what you're hiding from me."

What I'm hiding from him? What the f**k is he talking about?

As he leans over, the knife in hand, I instinctively shield my face away, fearing he's about to stab me. I mean, he has me tied up to my f*****g bed. He's also rich and famous. Nobody would ever believe that Kenneth Knight snuck into my bedroom and killed me.

My breath catches as he slides the blade down the center of my dress, the fabric parting effortlessly. The sound sends shivers down my spine. He uses the knife to push the remnants of the dress aside, revealing my bare stomach. Thank f**k I didn't remove my bra before passing out.

Kenneth moves up the bed, settling right beside me. I yank on the binds with one last desperate attempt to free myself, but it's useless; I'm completely at his mercy. A boulder settles in the pit of my stomach. Why was Maeve thinking, letting me leave with this lunatic?

He grabs my arm, and as I try to yank it away, he forces it against the mattress. I watch in horror as he slices the sleeve of the dress open. The white bandages on my wrists are exposed, my self-inflicted wounds seconds from being exposed.

He hums with sinister satisfaction. "Now what do we have here, baby?" he asks, his voice dripping with malice. I can feel a confusing pressure building in my core, fear and arousal mixing together and pooling out between my legs.

Okay, what the f**k is wrong with me?

Kenneth's touch is unexpectantly gentle as he begins to unravel the bandage, like a child carefully unwrapping a present. The deliberate slowness of his movements makes my skin crawl. It's like he already knows what's underneath but wants to savor the revelation.

When he sees my marred arm, he clicks his tongue disapprovingly. The sound fills me with guilt and shame. I feel exposed, not just physically but emotionally. It's like he's peeled away more than just a bandage—he's laid bare my soul to him, exposing a part of me no one else has ever seen before—not even Maeve. But now some stranger...Kenneth-f*****g-Knight, knows my deepest, darkest secret.

"Naughty girl, these are fresh," he murmurs, bringing my arm up to his lips. My eyes widen as he peppers soft kisses along the healing wounds. "Tonight, you don't have to tell me why you do this, but one day, you will. From now on, you won't bleed for anyone, but me."

I'm too stunned to speak. His words echo in my mind, unhinged and possessive. What does he mean by that? A tumult of emotions churn inside me, and I wish I could disappear. I turn my head away, squeezing my eyes shut. This confirms it even more that this man is completely f*****g insane. Maybe if I wish hard enough, he'll go away and leave me alone.

Kenneth's voice slices through the silence, harsh and commanding. "Don't ever try to hide any part of you from me, I need to see all of it, and you will always show me what's mine."

The weight of his words feel like chains, binding me to him. I open my eyes again to see him inching down the bed towards my lower half. With a flick of his knife, he cuts through the fabric of my panties, the sound resonating in the air. At his mercy, he spreads my legs wide for him and gazes down at my pulsating p***y.

"You have the prettiest p***y I've ever seen," he purrs, licking his bottom lip. The motion combined with his filthy words send desire searing through my veins.

Kenneth brushes the tip of the blade against my clit, and I will myself to stay still, not even to shiver at the cold metal touching my skin. His eyes flicker between me and the knife, observing my every movement. "f**k. I knew you would love this, little trouble. You're f*****g dripping for me."

I blush, unable to deny it even if I wanted to. I can feel my juices coating my thighs, my p***y throbbing so hard, I can practically hear its heartbeat.

It really shows just how f****d up in the head I am. I shouldn't be aroused by this. I should be trying to escape, running to the police or something. Not buzzing with anticipation for what he's going to do next.

He pushes the handle of the knife inside me, keeping his intense gaze locked on me. "This greedy little p***y needs to be fed some meat, but my knife will have to do for now," he muses. "Just until you're ready to beg for my c**k, understood?"

Yeah, like that would ever happen.

"Do. You. Understand?" he repeats again, harsher this time. He pinches my clit, eliciting a yelp from me. With the tape on my mouth, all I can do is nod.

A crooked grin tugs on his lips. "Good girl." He works the knife in deeper, sending a pleasurable shiver through my being. "Tonight, I'll play nice, but next time, you will bleed for me. Since you like pain so much, I'll show you what it's like to experience pain and pleasure together."

His voice is controlled and measured as if we're just having a normal conversation as he thrusts the knife's handle in and out of me. Every time he pulls it out, my p***y sucks it right back in, the sloppy, wet sound filling the room.

My eyes roll back in my head as I moan and helplessly writhe beneath his touch. I wonder how he can hold the blade without cutting his hand, but I can't focus on that. All I can think about is the way he's f*****g me with the handle.

Why does this feel so goddamn amazing?

"Kenneth," I cry out against the tape. I didn't mean to say his name—I don't know what the hell possessed me to do that—but he still hears it. His eyes grow dark and intense as he stares at me. Without warning, he rips the tape from my mouth so quickly that there's barely any pain.

"Say my name again, baby. Loud and clear for me," he demands.

I press my lips together, as if he could possess me to say it again against my will. s**t, it feels like he can. He has somehow convinced my body to enjoy the depraved s**t he's doing to me.

He pulls his knife out. A whimper escapes me at the loss of contact, my impending orgasm threatening to destroy me.

Kenneth's face morphs into something dangerous as he snarls, "Say my name. Now."

"Kenneth," I nearly whisper, my cheeks flushing with both embarrassment and arousal.

"That's my good girl," he purrs.

His good girl.

Before I can respond or even process his endearing words, Kenneth lowers his mouth to my p***y. With a single flick of his tongue, my back involuntarily arches off the bed.

Oh. My. God.

He makes a noise low in his throat that sounds almost like a hungry beast, a noise that makes my p***y clench around nothing. "f**k, you taste like damnation."

Is...is that a good thing?

He watches me with those icy, blue eyes as he laps at my clit, and suddenly, I feel the intrusion of the knife handle once again. Twisting the object in and out of me, his tongue swirls around my swollen nub over and over again.

"Oh, God," I moan, too loudly.

"Don't call to him," he growls. "He can't save you, little trouble. You worship me now." He captures my clit between his teeth, biting down gently. Surprisingly, the jolt of pain only adds to the pleasure consuming me.

Holy f**k!

I wish I wasn't tied up. I would run my hands through his hair, which I imagine is soft and silky, and bury his face deeper. I can't believe that only a week ago his tongue was caressing my finger, and now it's licking my p***y. Most girls would call this a dream come true; however, I'm not sure exactly what I want to call it yet.

"Danielle, why is this door locked?" Mom's voice suddenly screeches from the other side of the closed door.

Shit. s**t. s**t. I forgot about her. She must've come home from her break like I said she would, and there's no way I can get up and reassure her nothing's going on right now.

I'm so f****d!

Kenneth lifts his head to press a finger to his lips before continuing to lap at my p***y.

No, he doesn't understand. She won't hesitate to take the door off the hinges, she's done it before. If she catches him in her house, we're both dead. She'll never believe that this happened against my will. Somehow, the blame will still be placed on me.

I try to sit up, but the restraints don't budge. Damn, how many times has he done this? Was he a boy scout or something?

"Kenneth," I whisper, my voice laced with desperation.

"Eyes on me," he demands.

Is he serious? How can I focus on him when my mom is screaming? I want to push him off and kick his ass out, but all I can do is helplessly grind on his face as I'm on the brink of ecstasy.

Mom continues pounding and demanding I open the door while Kenneth feasts on me like a starving man. Fear threatens to paralyze me, but it's as if Kenneth's tongue commands my full attention. Suppressing my moans, I bite my lip so hard, I can taste copper.

"You better be glad I need to get back to the hospital. When I come home, this door will be removed!" she continues, her voice brimming with fury.

The second her footsteps echo down the steps and I hear the front door slam shut, I scream at the top of my lungs as my release rips through me like a bullet. "Oh f**k! Kenneth!"

Through the haze of pleasure, I hear him grunt. "That's it. That's a good girl. Give me all that you can give, little trouble."

His tongue draws out my orgasm, tears pooling in my eyes as my legs convulse like I'm having a damn seizure. Oh god, maybe I'm actually having one. I've never came this hard before, this can't be normal. What if a blood vessel burst in my brain or something?

If I ended up in the ER after this, I'd have to explain that it was all because of how Kenneth Knight's tongue and knife, with more or less words, and then someone would definitely tell my mom. Can you imagine the chaos that would cause? For f**k's safe, she still thinks I'm a virgin. If she found out I wasn't, she'd have me practically living at the church for the rest of my life.

Relieved when I can finally breathe again and there are no signs of a brain hemorrhage, I look up to see that Kenneth is on the edge of the bed, engrossed in his phone. My heart pounds frantically, and I'm still bound and unable to move.

What the hell is he doing? What if he took pictures? Did he record anything while I was trying to find my soul again? The thought fills me with dread.

"W-What are you doing?" I manage to ask, my voice hoarse from screaming.

Barely glancing up from his phone, he replies casually, "Booking us a flight. You're coming back with me."