“I’m not gonna hurt you ass. It’s too precious for me.”
“But—”
He locked his grip on me and pushed me down on the wand. I held my breath, preparing for the tearing pain. It didn’t came, though. He just settled the crown of his cock between my butt cheeks, knocking on my door but not entering.
Impatient when I didn’t move, he guided me up and then down again, and every time the wand vibrated deep inside of me while the tip of his cock hit the tight opening of my ass from outside, a strange sensation of taboo pleasure rippled through me.
I didn’t need further encouragement. I rode the wand and bent farther back to take as much pleasure as possible from the new exploration, welcoming the pressure tipping me toward the edge.
“You like that, little kitten?”
“Yes,” I gasped a moan, exactly like a little troia. My shameful blurt added to my arousal.
“Good girl.” He gave me a couple of spanks. “Tell me, whose ass is this?”
“Mine?”
Swat. “Wrong. It’s mine. Now, say it.”
I bit my lip, gasping and chortling. “Okay. Ask again.”
“Whose ass is this?”
I couldn’t believe I was going to say it, but I was in too much pleasure to think about my pride or dignity. “Yours, Dom.”
“Brava, little kitten.” A little groan escaped him. Did he like what he was doing to me, too? “I know you’re close. You’re soaking that toy, and your smell...is getting dangerous.”
“Dangerous?”
“Making me want to lose control. That’s always dangerous.”
“O-okay.”
“I’m thinking about letting you come.”
I tried to find the right words to say. I’d say anything at this moment to finally fucking come. “Do I need to do something else to earn it?”
“A little cut.”
“What?”
“Just my initials on your skin,” he said, his voice so low and strained, as if that turned him on the most.
“You want to carve your initials on my skin…with the knife?”
“Yes.”
I shuddered. “Do I have a say in this?”
“Do you want a say in this?”
There’s a strange freedom in submission.
I wasn’t sure why Lina’s crazy words found their way into my head in moments such as these. What worried me, though, was that they made sense. Like right now, I didn’t want to be the one who decided to have a man’s initials carved on my body with a blade. Because sometimes it was hard to admit that we’d enjoy such dark and shameful things, like I was afraid I’d do now. It’d be much easier if he just did it, and I’d tell myself I didn’t have a say in it. “Not really.”
“Keep riding your toy.” The sharp blade pricked my skin, right on my left buttock. “Don’t come until I tell you.”
My eyes squeezed, and I pressed my lips together, anticipating the pain. I hissed as the blade moved in a D on my butt. Somehow the pain and the thrill of danger intensified the pleasure or maybe I was just too much of a slut so focused on the orgasm I was about to ride to care.
