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Believing it.
Wanting it.
Clinging to it.
Still, with the knowledge that even I’ll run out of time, I brush my lips against his. As I deepen the kiss, his moan vibrates down my tongue, and throat and I take my time to immerse in this beautiful man.
His hand reaches for my panties, and he purrs approvingly when he discovers there are none. “You are a good girl,” he growls as his fingers rub against the opening of my pussy. He plucks the crop out of my hands and I can feel his cock pushing against his pants and my inner thigh. I’ve come to learn that Dmitri is as much of a patient lover as he is a veracious one.
He grabs what looks like disinfection wipes, rubbing its cool touch against my nipple as he kisses me. Then the feeling of rough sandpaper meets my pussy as he rubs the crop against my clit. The friction ignites a new sensation, and I begin to shamelessly rock my hips to meet its slow movement. Dmitri wipes over the next nipple, and my brain is already splitting as to what sensation to focus on.
“These tight fucking nipples.” He pinches, and I let out a small moan. Warmth floods my core and my pussy begins to pound with anticipation. I pull him closer by the belt and undo it through desperate kisses.
His cock springs free, and I squeeze hard. He growls, and his pupils dilate, satisfying me. I fist him as he rubs the crop against me, that delightful friction slowly splintering me into madness.
I look over to the needles in the box. I’m out of my mind and fucking deranged. But I was okay with this man being the last to mark me. To live recklessly and in the moment. “Are you just going to sterilize my nipples all night or do something about it?” I breathe.
His hand wraps around my throat, and my body stiffens. I stop myself from retracting. This is who Dmitri is. My attention is drawn back to the crop, and I ease into his hold and embrace it. He kisses me then, his tongue as rough as his handy work on my pussy that I can’t stop rolling against.
I might’ve just found my new favorite toy.
He pulls away, but not enough that I can’t continue stroking his cock. My dress is a mess, pushed up over my hips and pulled down around my stomach. He removes the needle from the packet, and my heart pounds as I watch when he lines it up with my nipple.
I’m oddly aroused as I look down, stroking him as he’s about to leave his mark. He pushes the tube-like needle through, and I hiss under its sharp bite. His cock jerks in my hand as a growl vibrates from him. He lines the bar and threads it through. My nipple aches as he screws on the sapphire gemmed ball.
He stares at his mark approvingly and picks up the crop again. My legs automatically widen, ready for the reward, but instead, he smacks it. A hot heat spreads up me and I hiss. Shocked. Pain. But also pleasure.
He smacks again, and it hits me at my core, and my moan bounce off the walls.
Dmitri grabs my hair and pulls back, exposing my neck. “This pussy will be black and blue before you walk out,” he promises. “Do you understand?”
A delicious cruelty spreads through me. Knowing how devoted he is to me brings me power so that I can explore this with him and for him. That I turn him on, a wish fulfilled from my college days, he kisses me again, his hand to my throat possessively.
“Play with yourself,” he commands. “Show me how you stroke yourself when you’re thinking of me.”
I do as he says, gliding my hands down to my wet pussy. I push in a manicured finger, growing in confidence as he shamelessly watches me. I insert a second. “I used to fantasize about you in college,” I confess.
His eyes darken. So many times I’d thought about him. But Dmitri was always that. A friend. A fantasy. A guilty pleasure I’d never taste. So, I purposefully pushed him away. My head naturally drops back as I experience this bliss. He was the naïve, unrequited love I’d fantasized about.
“I’d watched you twice in college,” he confesses.
My eyes burst open, and a sharp pain threads through my second nipple.
His gaze whips back to me with an eyebrow arched. “Did I tell you to stop pumping that pussy?”
I try not to smile as I continue divulging in myself for his pleasure.
“You watched me?” I whisper effortlessly as my body still grows taught with the leisurely pace.
He fixes the ball at the end of the second piercing, and although he’s only looking at his handy work, I feel like he sees all of me. I’m at his mercy in every way.
Dmitri’s gaze then snaps to mine. “I was always watching you. The times I caught you pleasuring yourself, I stroked myself as well. You should be more careful with that breeze you like sweeping through your window. Sometimes curtains flick up.”
My breath hitches, and although I should feel embarrassed, I’m not.
“You stood outside my window?” I clarify, and I should be disgusted scared even.
He takes my hand and sucks on the fingers I’d been pumping into my pussy. His gaze is all-consuming, and I can’t look away.
