“Take what’s yours, darling.”
Surprise shutters past her features before desire washes it all away. A tidal wave of pleasure that brightens her every feature and knocks any sense of insecurity out the window.
“You are a rare find, Devil.”
Something dangerously close to respect oozes through her voice as Calista climbs to her knees and promptly sheds the rest of her clothes. Tiny lingerie falls to the blade of her heels, heels which stay on as she walks over to the nightstand and pulls out the biggest dildo I have ever seen.
“Holy shit.” My jaw goes slack, “You didn’t want to buy a smaller one?”
Laughter in its ugliest form rakes itself through the bedroom. Calista’s cackle rings out, demons and vicious memories escaping into the open air until it lightens the weight on my chest.
“Feeling threatened, are you?”
“I wasn’t until you pulled that thing out.”
My mouth goes dry as Calista steps into a harness and shimmies it up her legs. Tightens it in place and carefully adds the monstrous dildo to the front of it.
“Imagine if I got a piercing just like yours.”
“Let’s not even talk about that.”
Stroking my own dick cautiously, I’m almost ashamed to say it’s rock solid. Aching, throbbing just as bad as it was before Calista decided to bring her own sword to the party.
“I don’t think it’s going to fit.”
“Oh, it will fit.” A grin that can only be described as malicious takes over her gorgeous face, “And you’re going to take it like a good boy for me.”
A groan rumbles through my chest as I watch her stroke the dildo. It feels wrong that this moment feels so natural, the sight of Calista’s cock hanging between her legs fuelling the rhythm of my strokes.
It should be emasculating, watching her hold out her palms for me to spit into. Watching her rub my saliva all over the dick that’s going up my ass like it’s a fucking porn show.
By societal standards, I don’t know what this means for my sexuality. What sort of judgement would follow me around on the street for taking such a submissive position in the bedroom.
And yet, I find myself unwilling to care.
Because right now it’s just me and Calista.
Her pleasure and my pleasure tied together in the messiest of knots, a tangled web of broken minds and scarred bodies that somehow fit together seamlessly.
“On your hands and knees, baby.”
I crawl onto the bed, an obedient pet waiting for its owner. My eyes are glued to her in the mirror, the soft silk of her hair sliding down her back as she saddles up behind me.
“Do you see what I see?”
Pressing her tits into my bare back, I can only watch from my prone position as Calista leaves lipstick prints on each and every vertebrae. Kisses the ridge of my stepfather’s initials like the brand belongs to her and no one else.
“Loyal. Brave. Bold.”
Her nails dig into my spine, marking me with every word.
“A fighter who knows when to lose. A survivor who knows when to laugh and when to cry.”
Her fingers return to their tantalizing position, slipping past my creasing and pressing lightly on the tight ring of muscle.
“A leader who knows when to step down. A thief who knows when to turn and run.”
I hiss out a breath when she slips a finger inside. Easing her way into me, gently curling the tip of her finger until she finds the good spot.
