I wanted to scare her. I wanted her to realize what she was asking for, to see the darkness I was offering. But she just bit her lip, her hand moving tentatively against me.
She wasn’t running.
She looked up, uncertain. “P-pull it out?”
“Unless you want me to do the work for you...”
I twirled a lock of her hair around my finger, watching as her nervous hands went to my waistband. She slowly worked my sweats down, inch by inch, until her breath caught in her throat.
A flare of self-loathing hit me. I was taking advantage of her devotion, using her need for me to satisfy a craving I should have suppressed. But as she bared me to the cool air of the room, her eyes went wide,and my thoughts scattered, the lingering ones of self-control I’d built disappeared.
“Are... Are those—”
Her words faltered, eyes glued to the steel glinting at the tip and base of my cock.
“Doll, I work in a tattoo and piercing shop...” I muttered.
“Didn’t it hurt?”
“It did, baby, but when the time comes, I bet it’ll make your little pussy feel real good, yeah?”
I watched her squirm at the words alone, thighs pressing together. The self-loathing was replaced by satisfaction at her reaction. I reached down, deftly unfastening the jewelry and sliding the piercings into my pocket. I didn’t want to hurt her—not tonight.
I guided her chin up. “Grab me by the base and stroke at your own pace. When you feel comfortable, let me feel that little tongue of yours.”
She did exactly as she was told, no hesitation.
I leaned my head back as her small hand wrapped around me, the groan pulled out of me before I could swallow it. When she finally leaned in and took the tip into her mouth I went completely still.
Fuck.
“Fuck…” I hissed my thoughts aloud, my hand sliding into her hair. She looked up at me, her eyes wide, dark and full of a terrifying innocence even as she worked her tongue.
“Look at how adorable you look, sucking my dick,” I cooed, my hand tangling deeper into her hair.
I took control then, slowly guiding her deeper, testing her limits. She choked slightly, pulling back with a soft cough, clear strands of saliva trailing down her chin, and she looked up at me like she was apologizing for it.
“A little deeper this time, baby; breathe through your nose.”
She nodded, trusting me implicitly. I pushed back in, filling her, watching her eyes flutter as she focused on her breathing, forcing herself to relax. “That’s a good girl…” A darker note crept into my tone. “Now keep that little mouth open while I fuck your throat.”
I kissed the top of her head and then began to move, my hips finding a rhythm that had me seeing stars. The muffled, choking sounds she made were the sweetest thing I’d ever heard. “That’s a good little fuck doll,” I growled, the words slipping out unbidden.
She was heaven. Her throat was tight, warm, and perfect. I pushed all the way down, hitting the back of it, my breath coming in ragged gasps. The thought of anyone touching her, of anyone thinking about her this way—I felt a surge of possessiveness fester under my skin.
Because she was mine.
“Just a little more,” I hissed, feeling the swell of the release.
My thighs tensed. If I didn’t hold myself back, I’d fuck her mouth raw, take more than she was ready to give. I pulled back, breathing hard as she sat back on her heels, gasping for air, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, saliva running down her chin.
“Lift the sweatshirt up,” I ordered. My voice was a gravelly wreck.
She lifted the fabric, exposing her tiny waist and the soaked cotton of her panties. I jerked myself off over her, the sight of her making my vision swim.
Her breath hitched, a tiny sound that made my cock twitch so hard it hurt.
I wasn’t built for fragile things like her.
