She nodded, her tongue flicking over that ring, her hips moving forward as much as they could in the position she was in. She wanted—no, sheneededmore. And I was going to give it to her, every ounce of it, every inch. I was going to hand myself over to her in every way I knew how, and then I was going to learn how to do it in every way she deserved.
My smile grew. Wide and proud. I released her chin and straightened. “Good.” I reached into my pocket and pulled out my cellphone, watching her eyes as I took a picture of her and then pulled up the new app on my phone, pressing the buttonthat controlled that new anal plug.
She jerked and then moaned, the sound guttural with how I had her positioned. Her eyes rolled back, her entire body shivering in pleasure.
It was on the lowest setting. Something just to get her worked up, close to the ledge, but too far away to get her off.
“Eventually, we’re going to up the size, get you ready for what’s to come,” I explained to her, wondering if she even heard me through the new feeling spreading through her bones.
I had four of these plugs, and although anal play wasn’t at the top of my favorite list, it was close, and I knew how curious she was about it, how she had fantasized about it in her secret little books, and I couldn’t let her down. I had her own imagination to stand up against now. I had to show her that I was better than her own mind.
I brought the paddle down on the inside of her thigh again. Over and over, adding a little pressure each time before teasing her cunt with the end of it.
She groaned, drool pooling on her stomach. Fuck, I was tempted to shove my cock down that pretty little throat of hers. Make her choke on it.
Instead, I slapped the paddle down on her swollen pussy, her body tensing. “Look how pretty you are,” I hummed, her skin flushed. “Singing just for me.”
“Please,” I think she tried to say. “Please.”
I shivered, my cock aching to be inside of her. “I love it when you beg.” It had only been four days, but it was four days too many. Being away from her was more difficult than I had anticipated. To the point where I wondered how difficult it would be taking her on assignments with me untrained. I could train her on the job. Fuck and kill. Kill and fuck. God, at just the thought, my cock throbbed.
Her pupils widened, swallowing her beautiful irises fully andcompletely. “Please,” she tried to say again, her tongue flicking, tempting me.
I tracked the movement carefully, watching the drool drip off the end of her tongue, watching her try to swallow it. God, I was mesmerized. Everything about her captured every ounce of me. I had spent the last half a year, more or less, haunting her, and here I was being haunted by this rage-filled little enigma wrapped in a floral dress. The epitome of sunshine and fire. That’s what she was, the sun. A golden ball of rage, lighting the world up with her rare smile and her melodious laughter, with her dark stories and her beating heart.
The sunshine that had lit up the world of darkness I had come to know.
I lifted that whip, trailing it down slowly from her chin to her stomach, watching her muscles contract under it. “One day,” I told her, my voice nothing but a low murmur, “I’ll fuck a child right into you.”
Her eyes widened, her breathing picking up.
My eyes bore into hers, studying her expression, her reaction. “Kids,” I said on a sneer. “I never wanted them before. Ever, but then I fucked you in my kitchen, and suddenly, it was all I could think about. Fucking you until you were swollen with my child. Making sure every ounce of my cum stayed within you just to guarantee it.”
Her brows pulled together for half a second, gargled words leaving her throat before she glared. But not at me, at herself. She wanted to speak, but I didn’t need her to. I knew what she was thinking, I always knew.
“I haven’t messed with it,” I replied, watching her shoulders fall an inch. “Not yet, it’s not the right time. I need you to myself, Olivia. But fuck,” I whispered, my eyes drifting to her abdomen. I could see it now, my girl, her belly full with a beating heart, a perfect mixture of her light and my darkness. I didn’t care whatit was, boy or girl, so long as it was ours.
Ours.
When my eyes lifted back to hers, I saw something in them that I didn’t wholly recognize. There was no word for it, not in my dictionary, but what I did know was that she understood, and she wanted it too.
God, fuck me.
I let the whip fall and walked back to my dresser where I had all of my tools laid out before me, including a tattoo kit.
With a skipping heart, I picked up a small bullet vibrator with two wide wings and returned to her, turning it on the lowest setting and easily sliding it inside of her, her body tensing, noises falling from her lips.
I returned to the dresser and gathered all of my tattooing supplies. Pulling a chair over, I spread her legs a little more and settled right in front of her pussy, angling the chair to face the inside of her left thigh. I cleaned her skin and found her tear-filled eyes. “It’s time for your first ink.”
She swallowed, whimpering at the feeling of the two vibrators going off inside of her. She was going to be exhausted by the end of the day.
I turned on the tattoo gun and got to work, no stencil, I didn’t need one. I had been tattooing my brothers and sisters for years, I didn’t need a stencil, I had my own mind to work from, and a beautiful blank canvas in desperate need of some color.
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I wiped away the excess ink when I was done. I cleaned it up and wrapped her thigh up. It would be inflamed and sore for a few days, but fuck, it was pretty.
Olivia had orgasmed three times while I tattooed her. The low setting of the vibrators in both holes, and the pain of the tattooneedles put her over the edge, and fuck, if it didn’t distract me listening to her purr.
