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“I need—”
“Need what, little pet?” He teases my clit with his tongue, and my hips buck.
“I need you to touch me,” I choke out, my voice high and desperate.
“I am touching you,” he says, moving away from my clit and making me whine with desperation.
I close my eyes as he continues his exploration of my body, his lips grazing the trail of his pain. I know that he’s moving slowly on purpose, taking his time to fuck with my head and break me down. He pauses to suck the paint off my hip bone, and the graze of his teeth makes me grind against him.
“Hmmm, more paint I think.”
He selects a tiny paintbrush, one so fine I can barely discern the bristles, and smirks wickedly at me.
“I thought you were the quiet one,” I grumble.
“Oh I can be, but quiet doesn’t equate to nice, and you should know we’re all mad here.”
He dips the brush in the warm water and then the cold paint, icing my hip with it before he works it into a swirling pattern, tracing a trail down the side of my body toward my pussy.
“Fuck,” I moan when he works the paint into my slick folds, and the cold feeling is the most exquisite pain.
I struggle against his hold on me, and it’s a losing battle. My hips buck even harder against him when the handle of the paintbrush enters me, and I cry out when he stops.
“Donnelly!”
“I did nothing, pet.” He releases my legs, but he keeps the paintbrush inside me.
“Please, fuck me,” I beg.
“You’re not ready to ask properly, so I’ll continue.”
He picks up the paintbrush and mixes up some more paint, this time adding a generous amount of blue and black. I tense when he dips it into the clear water so that the water is tinted, and he smirks before he kisses me again. “Relax, little one. I just want you to feel.”
His words are soothing, and I find myself relaxing into him. “Good girl,” he whispers before he puts the paintbrush back onto my pussy and swirls it around. He paints me with the different colours, starting with the clear water and then mixing it with the black and blue until he has a dark sapphire blue.
“Do you like this colour, pet?” he asks, and I nod.
“Yes,” I whisper.
“Good. Because this is the colour of your bruises.”
He presses the paintbrush inside me. It’s too much, too invasive, and I’m terrified of what he’ll do to me next.
“Please—“ I beg again. I don’t know what I’m asking for, but I know I need it. I want to experience everything with him. I know that’s what I want.
“Please what, little pet?”
“I want you to fuck me,” I whisper. “I want you to mark me.”
“Ask again, and I will.” He’s smiling down at me, and I’m sure it will be the death of me.
“Donnelly…Please,” I whisper. “Please fuck me.”
“No,” he says as he releases me and steps back. “I think you need to learn a lesson.”
I’m on the verge of tears as I stare at him blankly. My cunt is still full of paint, and I feel like he’s ruined me for anyone else. “Donnelly, please…” I’m almost sobbing now, I need my release that bad. “Please, I need you inside me. I want to feel you.”
“You’ve asked me to fuck you first, little pet. So that’s what I will do.”
