AN: Contains knifeplay
About an hour before curfew, a note appeared on the bed beside her with the words Hope M. written neatly across the front. She didn't recognize the writing and could only assume it was Ryan using his stolen powers to send her this. Opening it she found the words Here are some things to read before I teach you how I like to be hurt along with several web addresses.
Curious now, Hope looked up the first address to find an article about knife play and she read the page slowly. The thought of teasing him with the blades with him helpless to stop her, it appealed to her, far more than she thought it would. Maybe it was the vampire in her, or maybe she just wanted to cause pain on a willing partner, but the more she read, the more excited she became.
When she pulled up the second page, she found that it was about bindings and blindfolds. He wanted to be truly helpless and completely at her mercy, didn't he?
The last page was all about aftercare and Hope read this one even more quickly than the other two.. Wrecking him so badly that he wouldn't be able to smirk, and then tending to him afterwards sounded like the perfect way to spend the night with the man who'd become her lover.
Hope picked up a piece of paper and wrote Wear something you wouldn't mind having get cut off. Send your safe words. Folding it up, she addressed it Professor. With a flick of her wrist, Hope sent the message to Ryan and stood up. It was time to get ready.
After going through Rebekah's clothing that she'd left behind, Hope found a pair of black, leather pants, and a tight fitting, low cut, long sleeved, black top. Though Rebekah was several inches taller than she was, Hope's curves filled out the clothing just enough that it gave her the look she was trying to go for. A pair of high heels and some bright red lipstick later, she was ready for Ryan's visit.
When she returned to her room, she found another folded piece of paper on her bed with her name on the front.
Green, go. Yellow, slow down. Red, stop. No and stop are still obeyed.
"Take your socks, shoes, and belt off," Hope directed, closing the bedroom door behind them.
"Yes, ma'am."
Setting the two foot long, narrow box down on the dresser, Ryan did as she directed., leaving himself in his slacks and button down shirt.
"So, you do want to play?" His full lips twisted up just a little and he looked at her from under his lashes.
"I wouldn't have sent the note I did if I wasn't interested." Curious as to what he could have brought along with him, Hope ran her fingers along the edge of the box. "What's this?"
"Open it." He shifted nervously.
Hope did as he requested and found knives, soft cotton rope, and a blindfold neatly situated inside. She'd planned on using magic on him, but if he wanted it this way, who was she to argue with him? He was teaching her what he liked and Hope wasn't inclined to argue since she wanted to know.
After examining the items in the box for a long moment, she ran one fingernail along the dull side of the nearest knife unable to resist imagining herself using it on him.. Slowly, she picked one up and glanced at Ryan. When he met her gaze, his breathing quickened and he swallowed thickly.
Do you want to continue?"
"I want to try." Hope chewed on her inner cheek for a moment before asking, "What are your limits?"
"I like scrapes and scratches, and don't mind small amounts of blood. But if you cut too deep and it goes from a pleasurable sting to painful very quickly, even with my healing."
"So don't cut through more than a few layers of skin."
Hope trailed the tip of the dull side of the blade up the column of his throat and Ryan tilted his head back, exhaling sharply. Damn, but he was responsive. This was going to be even more fun than she'd thought, because at this rate, there was a good chance he was going to be begging before they were naked.
"That's the general- oh, God- general idea."
"Blindfold or no?" She took the knife down to the hollow of his throat and slowly brought it back up to his chin.
"Maybe hold off on that until next time."
"You don't trust me?" Hope stood on tip toe and kissed him.
"More like I want to watch you do this to me, because I can't believe you want me like this."
"Why wouldn't I want someone who submits to me like this?" She continued to trail the knife along his jaw as she spoke.
"You actually want a submissive partner? You're not just doing this to humor me?"
"I'm a natural born alpha and being with you woke that in me. So, why would I want anyone else when you bow to my will the way you do?" As soon as the words left her mouth, she sliced open the top of his shirt, the button bouncing across the floor.
"Hope," he breathed.
"Yes?" She raised an eyebrow at him as she teased the second button.
"Please."
Meeting his gaze, she cut each button off one at a time until the shirt hung open, exposing his chest.
"Are you determined to destroy all of my clothes?"
"What can I say? You look so much better wearing nothing." Hope pushed him back towards the bed as she spoke. "Strip, then lie back against the pillows, with your hands above your head."
"Yes, ma'am." Ryan did as she commanded, then watched her with lidded eyes.
Raising her hand, Hope uttered a spell and bound his wrists to the headboard with the rope from his box. Once she was certain he was secured, she kicked off her shoes and straddled his stomach.
"What shall I do with you?" she asked as she pressed the flat side of the knife against his lips, before running the sharp side of the blade down the middle of his chest.
"Fear me, love me, do as I say, and I will be your slave."
"You're seriously quoting movies now?" Hope giggled.
"It's a good quote."
Instead of replying, she pressed the blade into his skin a little more and brought it across from one of his nipples to the other and Ryan's grin faded instantly and his hands tightened around the ropes as he threw his head back. Then, she drew the knife longways down his chest, leaving a wide swath of reddening skin in her wake. Leaning over, she soothed the irritated skin with her tongue, which drew a whimper from deep in the back of his throat.
Emboldened by his reaction, Hope sliced one upper arm from shoulder to elbow, then the other, just hard enough to draw tiny lines of blood. This brought a groan from him and as the wounds faded, Hope kissed his neck, running the fingers of her free hand through his mussed curls to bring sweet pleasure after the pain.
"Is that too much?" Hope asked as she tugged lightly on the ends of his hair.
He'd said that a little blood was fine, but she still wanted to be sure that he was okay.
"Don't stop. Oh, god, please. Don't stop," he pleaded.
She bit her lower lip, then shifted so that she was sitting on his legs, just above his knees. Keeping her gaze on his, she brought the blade up to his inner thigh and traced patterns back down. His lips trembled and he jerked just a little beneath her.
"May I?" she trailed the knife back up to his pubic bone.
"Dull side only," he choked out.
As she drew the knife along his length, Hope listened to his breathing, loving the way it changed in response to what she was doing to him.
"You're so perfect," Hope murmured as she ran the blade back up. "I don't know how much longer I can tease you before it becomes too much."
Ryan exhaled sharply, then whispered, "Please."
That was the last prompting she needed to remove her clothing as quickly as she could and sending the knife back to the box with magic, before taking him inside her. In this position, she could take him so much deeper than she'd been able to in any other position they'd tried and she loved it. Feeling so full of him with him so completely at her mercy with his hands bound above his head, she never felt more powerful
"Hope!" he cried out, bucking up against her.
God, seeing this dangerous, powerful being so vulnerable, it filled her with a desperate need to make him fall apart, and she started to ride him as hard as she dared.
"Not gonna last," he moaned. "Please, Hope. Not gonna last!"
"Good." She moved harder then, when she realized he could handle it.
His mouth fell open and he writhed against the sheets, helpless to the pleasure coursing through him.
"Let go," Hope hissed as she purposely tightened around him as hard as she could.
He thrust up a few more times, then his eyes rolled back into his head and he spent himself inside her.
As he caught his breath, Hope moved so that she was kneeling beside him. Reaching up, she undid the ropes with a wave of her hand and started rubbing one of his wrists, then the other. As the redness faded, she kissed the soft skin of his inner arm, and ran her hands down his arms, massaging his trembling muscles until he stopped shaking.
"Hope." Ryan caught her and pulled her back on top of him.
"What? You don't need to do this."
"I want to." He slid his hand down her body, cupping her between her legs.
"I-"
"Shh. Just let me do this, please." He slid two long fingers into her and started to stroke.
"Ryan," Hope moaned as she kissed wherever she could reach and ran her hands over his chest.
"God, Hope. You're gonna make me hard again," he breathed against her temple.
That was all it took before she too she found her release.
When she came back to herself, she rolled onto her back and pulled him down so that he was lying with his head resting against her chest. With a contented sigh, Ryan buried his face against her neck as Hope used magic to bring the blankets to cover their sweat slicked bodies.
"Thank you," he whispered.
"You're going to have to teach me more, because I like this, with you."
"So I didn't disappoint?"
"Far from it. You're a fantastic lover and an even better teacher." Hope yawned and with a flick of her wrist, turned off the light.
"Thank you, Hope. For being willing to explore this."
"Thank you for introducing me to this." She kissed the top of his head and pressed her cheek against his dark curls. "Goodnight, Ryan."
"Night, Hope."
Yet another morning found Hope yanked out of sleep because of the door banging against the wall and she yanked the sheets higher over her body as she sat up.
"Not again," Ryan mumbled.
"What the hell?"
"I could be asking you the same thing, Kaleb!" Hope snapped. "What are you guys doing here?"
Hope looked from Kaleb, to Landon, to Rafael, to MG, brows raised. She felt Ryan shifting to sit up behind her and then he wrapped his arm around her waist as he kissed her shoulder. She looked back at him and him and didn't bother fighting a giggle at his tossled bedhead and sleepy smile.
"We thought you were-" Kaleb looked from Hope to Ryan. "I don't get it."
"Get what?" Ryan pressed his lips to her temple as his hand found its way between her legs, not that the boys in the doorway would know that.
"You smell like-" Kaleb cut himself off again and shook his head.
"You seriously aren't sleeping with Vardemus?" MG asked, confused.
"No, I'm seriously not." She bit her lip to keep from moaning at his wandering fingers.
"Do I look like that decrepit fossil?"
Hope snickered again, prompting Ryan to bite her neck lightly.
"Could you get out? We're naked and we need to shower."
"Unless they'd like a demonstration. I highly doubt any of them except for possibly Kaleb know what it's actually like to please a woman."
"I'm not a virgin," Rafael protested.
"I never said 'virgin' anywhere in that sentence." Ryan sucked on her neck, just beneath her ear and Hope tilted her head to give him better access.
Too far gone to care that the boys would know what they were doing, Hope lifted her hand and threw them out of her bedroom, then locked the door behind them.
