“There's always a fucking reason,” I finally say. “I have hundreds of reasons why I am who I am, yet not one of them really justifies my lack of self-control to want to inflict pain on other people.”
She looks into my eyes finally, her expression full of vulnerability and defiance. “I guess you and me aren't so different.”
My eyes harden as I take another step forward, my voice dropping to an intense growl. “You're nothing like me. You couldnever be.” I slip my arm around the middle of her back, pulling her close to me, my face inches from hers. “For the last fifteen years, I have been built to deliver immense pain and suffering, Dolly. And I fucking love how it feels.”
She remains silent and blank, her eyes searching mine. “Why do you like to receive pain? Why the fuck did you mark your pure skin before you even met me and why are you doing it again now?”
I probe for her to voice the answers, even though deep down I think I know why, yet my frustration still mounts that she claims to trust me but won't tell me the truth. I notice her eyes brim with tears before she turns her face aside, her voice trembling. “It doesn't matter,” she murmurs in a low tone.
I suddenly grab her face, squeezing her cheeks, and force her to stare into my intense eyes once more. “It does fucking matter to me,” I declare through clenched teeth. “When I said you're mine, Noir, I meant it. That doesn't mean just your pretty face and beautiful body—that means your soul, too. I want it all. Your hurt, your tears, your fucking laughter. I don't want to just give you pain; I want to give you more. You need to feel more.”
Her tears spill over, tracing paths down her cheeks. “I don't know if I can,” she whispers, her voice breaking. “The pain helps.”
That’s when it hits me—it’s this fucking trauma thing. Noir has never experienced anything other than what she is used to, just like me. She’s never experienced that fluffy shit, and although it doesn’t bother me as much, it clearly bothers her.
Without warning, I grab the back of her thighs, lifting her quickly and dropping her back onto the bed. A squeak escapes her from my sudden dominance, but before she can sayanything, I shove my tongue into her mouth while lying on top of her.
Her body tenses for a moment, then melts against mine, her hands gripping my back. I drag her thin dress straps down her shoulders, the fabric slipping easily under my fingers. With a swift yank, I pull the bust down until her breasts are freed, the cold air causing her nipples to harden instantly. I push her dress up her thighs, my hands rough and urgent.
Her moans vibrate against my tongue, as my hands roam over her exposed flesh, feeling the softness of her curves, the way she arches into me, craving more.
I grab the strings of her panties, dragging them only halfway down her thighs, not wanting to peel my skin away from hers to rip them off fully. As I free my belt and drag my zipper down, I slip my hand into the back of her hair, taking a handful and tugging it back to expose her neck to me. Flopping my hard cock out, I press the tip against her wet entrance, breathing heavily over her parted lips, then sink into her.
She lets out a dragging gasp as I stretch her, her eyes rolling back, but I don't ram into her like I usually would. I make her feel every fucking inch of my dick and piercings as I gradually slide down her walls. The sensation is intense, her warm cunt enveloping me, and I savor every moment of it. As soon as I am balls deep, I dip my head and do something I've never done—I smother her delicate neck with my tongue and lips.
I feel her shudder from the sensation, and I slowly start to fuck her in a way that is absolutely foreign to me, but not to her. Except this time, it’s not with Limp Dick, it’s with me and I will make her fucking come for me.
While dipping into her over and over again, I deliver no pain, and surprisingly, it's not as shit as I thought it would be, but it'sundoubtedly because it's with her. Nothing could ever be shit with her. She digs her nails into my back, her nipple piercings sliding up and down my chest with each stroke, one clashing with mine. Her moans as well as her come leaking down my fucking balls tell me she is enjoying what I am doing to her.
“We're so much more than depravity and pain, my pretty girl. Our connection is what forges us, not our twisted fucking mindsets,” I murmur in her ear through heavy breathing.
I lift my head, taking her plump lips to mine again, and she eagerly kisses me back while I continue to grind my cock into her soaked pussy with a steady, deep rhythm, bucking my hips against her and spreading her legs further apart. I move one of my arms beneath her knee, lifting it so I can drive further, and after some time, we both cave into the pleasure.
Her body and pussy tighten around me, her orgasm shaking her to her core. I press deep, my cum shooting into the furthest depths, and I let out a growling groan against her lips from the sensation. I continue to fuck her slowly until we're both finished and then I rest my face against the crook of her neck, giving it a couple of breathless kisses.
But then I suddenly hear her sob, and I raise my head swiftly. As I look into her watery eyes, she just stares at me with a wobble in her lip. I tilt my head to the side as she slides her arm around my shoulders, drawing me down to her lips.
“Thank you so much,” she whispers, her voice cracked.
My eyes ease, and I lean my forehead against hers, sweeping my thumb down her jaw.
She closes her eyes, a tear slipping from her eye into her hair. “I never thought I could feel that way.”
If I do actually have a heart, I felt the ache in it when she said that. What the fuck has my Dolly been through? Who the fuckhas done this to her? I'll fucking kill them. I’ll make them suffer so horrifically. I’ll burn the entire fucking world down for her. I need to know, but I also know I must wait to confront her about it. She's so fucking fragile right now.
“I don’t want you ever doing that to yourself again, pretty girl.” I murmur over her lips, “If you feel like everything is falling apart, you need to fucking come to me. I might not be the best of men, but I’ll try to be the best for you.”
She breathes in deeply before giving a small nod in agreement. After a moment of silence, I push myself off her, slipping my arm around the middle of her back and drag her with me. While standing, I buckle my belt and she pulls her panties up her thighs before adjusting her dress.
I watch as she passes me, striding into the bathroom to fix her makeup that I ruined, seemingly now a lot happier. When she returns, she heads straight toward me. She throws her arms around my shoulders, drawing me down to her lips, and devours my mouth so fucking hard with a moan that I feel like I might tie her to my fucking bed and ruin her pretty asshole all night long.
I lift her dress, giving her soft, peachy cheek a rough squeeze, enough to make her squeal and smile against my lips. The sound of her now giddiness is music to my ears.
I glance all around her face, taking in every detail, every expression, before I speak. “Later, I can't promise I'll be so nice, Noir.”
She gives a sinister smirk, her eyes glittering with mischief. “Promise?” she raises an eyebrow, biting her bottom lip.
I growl, my hunger for her flaring up again. I give her ass a sharp slap, the sound echoing in the room. “Get the fuck out of here with my fresh cum smeared all over your cunt beforeI chain you to my damn bed,” I grit out, my voice filled with frustration.
