The knife grazed across her skin quickly, causing her to jump in shock. She looked down to see the blood leaking out of the wound, just as her nerves began to subside, letting the pleasure seep in.
She sighed, smiling as she turned her head to once again look out the window. She felt his thumb rub across her wound, watching from the corner of her eye as he licked the blood off the finger.
She smirked to herself. She let out a long drawn out moan, squirming, ever so slightly, in her seat as she did so.
"I can, and will, pull this car over if I have to," he growled out. A playful tone was present in his own voice, but she knew he was far from joking.
"I know, sir," she said, purposely drawing out the last word as she unbuckled her seatbelt, laying her feet across his lap. She looked at him innocently from behind her sunglasses.
He shot her a quick glance, eyebrow raised, before turning his attention back to the road.
He gripped the wheel with one hand, sliding his other down to trace light circles on her legs. He smirked slightly as he felt her shiver as his touch.
He waited impatiently for them to reach a stop light. There always seemed to be so many more when they were late for something, but now they he wanted to be stopped, they were no where in sight.
He sighed in relief when they finally reached one, wasting no time yanking her legs further toward him and sinking his fingernails into her skin.
He rarely clipped them anyways, but he'd found a new use for their unusual sharpness once they'd found each other.
The gut wrenching screech she let out was worth it. She bucked against his touch, absolutely shaking with pleasure.
He bent down to sink his teeth in place where he'd just pressed his nails, but was interrupted by the sounds of honking horns from angry drivers.
"Goddamnit," he groaned angrily, shifting the car into gear and pulling through the, now green, light.
He swore that fucking stoplight had always taken forever to change, but today it decided to be quick.
He heard a chuckle from beside him.
"You're frustrated? Think about how I feel," she said, looking at him, eyes glazed over with pleasure.
"Don't worry dearest, I'm finishing what I started when we get there," he reassured in low and somewhat threatening voice.
"You can't. I have a meeting with the event planning committee this morning," Kit said frowning.
He shot her an angry glance. Pressing his foot against the break harshly, he gripped the steering wheel so hard that his knuckles turned white. The cars behind him, once again, honked in anger at his recklessness.
Olaf reaches over and grabbed Kit by the blue collar she was wearing, pulling her up onto his lap.
"Did you just try and tell me what to do?" He asked her slowly, eyes narrowed.
Kit has an odd expression on her face, eventually letting out a long moan and letting her eyes roll back into her head, which itself began to roll backwards.
Olaf looked confused at first, before realizing that in the process of pulling her up into his lap, her ankle was trapped in between the seats and was now twisted at an odd angle. An angle that would've been painful for anyone else, but not Kit.
Not his Kit.
Between the cut on her arm, the nail prints on her leg, and her now very twisted ankle, she looked like a mess.
A fucking beautiful mess.
He did feel somewhat bad for yanking her up the way he did, but he knew she wasn't complaining at all. He never truly understood it, but he loved it nonetheless. He even somewhat envied her.
Instead of pain receptors, Kit's mind released endorphines when she was "hurt" meaning she never really felt pain the way others did. She longed for it. She'd beg him to give it to her in any he could.
He always did, gladly.
So he knew right now she was in absolute euphoria with the way he had her positioned. So he decided that this was better than any punishment he could've given to her. He pulled her further toward him, making her ankle twist even more and causing her to let out a loud yelp of pleasure, before moving her back to her own seat.
She immediately turned to face him, a sad expression on her face due to the loss of pleasure. He gave her a small smirk before pressing the gas and speeding them into the school's parking lot down the road.
"Olaf please," she moaned, burying her head in his chest, "you can't leave me like this."
"Well if I'm not mistaken, my dear, you were planning to do the same thing to me," he snorted, putting his arm around the sexually frustrated girl.
Kit groaned, trying to sound annoyed but ending up sounding desperate.
"Have fun at your meeting," he chuckled.
"Olaaaaff," she moaned, this time in his ear, her breath making the hairs on his neck stand up.
He still had a point to prove, but he caved in and bit down on her neck and shoulder.
They both were always surprised at how good they could make each other feel. It had never been a secret, not to anyone, that Olaf was a sadist. Granted, not many people knew the full extent of it, not the extent that Kit knew, but it was always clear that he seemed to enjoy the misfortune of others. Besides, they'd all been convinced, until he'd fallen in love with Kit, that he was a psychopath. Someone with the inability to love or feel sympathy.
What was more unknown, however, was the extent of Kit's masochism. She and Olaf no longer tried to hide it. She'd basically announced it to their class last year and not to mention the new scars and bruises that she wore everyday. She never bothered to hide them with her clothes or cover them up with makeup, even though she had the ability to. She considered them "love marks" from the only boy who'd ever had her heart. She craved pain and Olaf happen to crave inflicting it. It was normal for them.
Everyone else thought they were fucking insane.
And they were.
Olaf didn't really give a shit though. He loved his little masochist. His kitten.
He felt Kit start to tremble in his lap, and he removed his teeth from her neck.
"Olaf please, not yet, I'm not finished yet," she panted desperately.
"Y-You have to go to your meeting," he groaned out, clearly bothered himself.
Kit let out a frustrated sigh, knowing she wouldn't be getting what she wanted from him then. She look up into his eyes. They always seemed to have a mischievous glint in them, which, along with the ever-present smirk on his face, always made him seem like he was up to no good.
She felt his hand drift it's way onto her neck. He rubbed his thumb over her collar.
If it was one thing that disturbed everyone else about them, it was that Kit wore a collar with his name on it. It had been odd to her at first, but now she enjoyed it. She wanted people to know she was his. She even enjoyed the disturbed reactions she got from others.
She'd embraced it and even bought multiple ones to match her outfits.
"You know this ones my favorite?" He said smiling, while rubbing his fingers over it.
"It is?" She asked, blushing shyly.
"Yes, it brings out your eyes," he chuckled, "they're about the same color. I love it."
Kit smiled slightly, turning her face away from his in embarrassment.
"Aww, you two are so cute and this is so adorable, but I also have a club meeting this morning so can you please unlock the car," Abigail sighed, with a chuckle.
Abigail has grown accustomed to their very public displays of affection, to the point where it never really bothered her.
"Oh right," Kit said quickly, sounding embarrassed, "sorry Abby."
Olaf rolled his eyes and clicked the doors open.
"You two love birds have fun," Abigail teased as she grabbed her backpack and jumped out the car.
"I love your sister," Kit chuckled as she watch Abigail walk into the school building.
"You love me more, right?" Olaf asked, eyes narrowed and eyebrow raised.
"Yes, of course," Kit giggled, placing a small kiss on his lips, "you always get so jealous of everyone. Even your own family."
"Abby is bisexual, so I have a right to be jealous," Olaf groaned, in between kissing her neck, "I want everyone to know you're mine."
"That's what the collar is for," Kit laughed.
She reached over and grabbed her backpack from the floor. Placing one last quick kiss on his nose, she climbed out of his lap and out of the car.
He wasn't far behind her. He always liked to watch to keep her safe. She was the only thing he had in the world. He wanted to protect her at all cost. He was terrified of losing her.
He saw as she pushed her clothes and hair back to make her love bites more visible. He smiled.
That's my girl, he thought to himself.
From the distance, Nataja Johnson looked on at her son smiling with the Snicket girl. A scowl made its way into her face.
She hadn't been home for almost a year, and she returned to the sight of the only one of her children who had the guts to follow her footsteps falling in love with the daughter of the most "noble" of the Volunteers.
"Hmm, well we can't have this, can we?" She asked herself rhetorically, chuckling as she watched on.