writtenbydarling

[writtenbydarling]

It's hot in here

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Another scolding hot day, the curtains closed tightly, the fan running on max in the corner, his PC pumping heat into the room faster than the slight breeze was able to cool it down.

The downside of this weather?

I was moody, bossy and pushy, it felt disgusting to move and I had showered three times today already just to get the sticky feeling off of my skin again.

The upside of this disastrous temperature that made even my skin glisten with a thin layer of sweat?

He was naked.

„Do you want… uhm… some… water?”

My gaze dropped to his thighs, then snapped back up to his face, getting caught at his bottom lip before I made it to his eyes.

„Yes, that would be nice, thank you.”

I barely listened to his words as I sat down the huge mug, filled with water and a few ice-cubes, topped off with some mint for flavour.

„No problem…”

He turned his chair a little, the droplets of sweat on his skin reflected the various colours shining from the monitor on his desk, bathing his bare chest in blues and reds and greens, here and there a hue of purple and yellow as well.

„Magnificent.”

The word was out before I consciously decided to say it loud.

His lips curled into that soft smile I loved so much, the red of his cheeks hiding behind the flashy video throwing colour over his face.

„Thank you.”

I blinked and took a sharp breath.

„I mean… I didn’t wanted… never mind.”

I stuttered out before turning away, wanting to get back to the kitchen to grab my own water mug.

„Stay.”

His fingers wrapped around my wrist, callouses scratching ever so slightly as I got tugged back, letting myself fall onto his lap, thighs sticking together instantly. Usually I wasn’t too cuddly in this weather and neither was he, but when I looked at him the air felt a little heavier in a way that had nothing to do with the temperature and everything with the tension between us.

„Okay.”

My voice broke, even at this tiny little word, those eyes more than enough for me to get lost in a forest of emotions, standing tall and spending shade, inviting me to lay down and…

Words cut through my thoughts, tearing me away and back into reality, but he could see from the confusion washing over my face I wasn’t listening at all.

„What?”

For an eloquent person I was quite dumb sometimes.

„I asked what you were thinking about.”

The smile on his face was shining brighter than the sun shining outside, brighter than the video still playing, the music quietly coming from the headset sitting around his neck.

His neck…

„Oh… just… nothing… nothing special.”

I followed the line of his neck over his shoulders, getting hung up on the way his muscles moved as he tugged on my wrist again, the way his shoulder worked when he moved his arm.

„Your face doesn’t look like ‚nothing’ doll.”

I found his eyes again, thoughts spinning and my cheek heating up.

„Just… the heat. It’s hot in here.”

Technically not a lie, but still so far from the truth.

„The heat?”

His eyes dropped to my chest, covered by only a thin shirt, heaving breath creating creases that caught his attention.

„Are you sure it’s hot? Looks more like you're feeling cold.”

He let go of my wrist to lift his hand to the contour of the little piercing balls, becoming more prominent with how the nipple hardened.

„Mhm… very hot.”

The tip of his index finger settled on the hard tip, moving it in slow circles that made my breath hitch.

„Maybe you should take this off then.”

My hands were on the hem in seconds, pulling the shirt over my head in a swift motion and throwing the fabric to the ground thoughtlessly. His lips framed the pink skin just a fraction of a blink later, his tongue playing with the metal bar pierced through it.

His arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me closer to his chest, never minding the salty taste of the day.

„Good idea.”

Even in my ears I sounded a little pathetic, but that didn’t matter when I heard that soft little moan from him, angling my head down to watch him.

„You look so pretty…”

He nodded, tugging at my nipple as he did, making me lean more against him, his chair tilting back, his arms holding me secure.

I set my hands onto the armrests, moving so I was straddling him, gaining a front-row-view to the physical reaction it had on him.

„Oh fuck…”

I licked my lips, torn between digging my nails into the plastic and digging them into his gorgeous shoulders.

When he bit down a little my grip tightened, a little whimper escaping my throat, my head falling back.

I couldn’t help it, I had to move against the quickly growing erection that pressed against the lace of my panties, the only fabric dividing our bodies.

He pulled me closer, made me grind against him harder while he played with the metal bar between his lips.

„Please… I…”

I lost my thought when he leaned back ever so slightly, wanting to catch a look down, my chest moving with his jaws, making me whine.

He pulled on my nipple before releasing it again, saliva connecting the hard peak and his sinfully full bottom lip, making me swallow thickly.

„Please what, doll?”

I felt my nails cutting into the plastic below them. His hands went to my hips, holding me still, keeping me fixed on his lap in hope I would catch my last thought again.

„What?”

There I was again, smart as always, witty until death, so intelligent it hurt.

„You were about to beg for something.”

He reminded me, ever so patient and polite.

My attention falling to his hard length between my thighs once more, throbbing under my eyes.

„I want to watch.” I blurred out. „I want to watch you getting off to my body.” I was nearly drooling all over him, felt the thick liquid at the top edge of my lower lip.

He smirked, his hand finding its way between us, strong fingers wrapping around himself for my entertainment, pearls of precome already beading at the tip.

„Fuck you look so tasty.” I whined, finding his eyes, brows drawn together as I had to physically stop myself from touching him.

He didn’t answer, at least I couldn’t hear anything over how my pulse was drumming through my ears, my gaze following his hand as his knuckles made the gentlest contact with the wet spot on my panties.

„I could eat you alive.”

I caught his eyes, locking him in, keeping his attention on my face as I parted my lips, sticking out my tongue, letting saliva dripping down until his eyes unfocused a little, his pupils dilating.

I leaned back, giving him space to move, nearly feeling his scorching gaze wandering up and down my body, taking in the sight that never seemed to bore him, no matter how often he had it.

The look on his face was absolutely addicting, making me find my voice, letting it drop an octave.

„But I rather watch you make a mess on me.”

Todays bossy mood, how I had been snapping at him a few times already, suddenly turned the situation around in my head, it felt as if a switch had been flipped in my brain, making me able to focus a little bit better. At least for the moment.

„I want to watch you fall apart.”

His eyes were on mine still, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, a little crease between his strong brows. I could see his pulse racing, the vein on his neck pulsing, drawing my attention before it returned to his face.

„I want to hear those moans.”

His hand moved a little faster, my legs twitching as he grazed my clit over and over again, intentionally riling me up while giving me the little show I wanted. His eyes got all soft as he felt how absolutely soaked I was from the sight alone, from this slight contact, the bare whisper of friction that made it so much hotter in this damn room, but at the same time much more pleasant.

I finally let go of the damn armrest, my fingers wandering up his moving arm, nails gently scratching over the salty skin, following the high and low of his muscles. I squeezed his shoulder, just for a moment, before I continued my way to this neck. Carefully I placed his headphones on the desk, wanting them out of my sight, wanting that undisturbed view of how his body moved.

„Thats perfect, just like that.”

He was keeping his pace, his free hand resting on my thigh, rubbing his thumb over my skin. Not consciously, just out of habit, as he always seemed to do whenever he touched me.

My thumb and index finger wrapped around the base of his neck, putting a little pressure onto the sides of his throat, his eyes closed.

But when he felt me leaning towards him he opened them again, finding himself face to face with my chest, leaning down to draw his tongue over my piercing once again. I met him halfway, straightening my back up a little more, giving him the easiest access to keep his mouth somewhat busy.

Now it was him drooling onto his hand, the clear drops running over the hard peak of my chest, falling onto his tip every now end then.

My hand went into his hair, even though short in the neck I was able to hold onto it a little. „You need to get a haircut soon.” I had no idea why I even said it, maybe it was just my head voicing the discovery as it did so often. „Sure…” Came his mumbled answer, neither of us thought it important enough to continue the conversation.

My hips moves as if on their own, matching his pace, seeking friction, making his knuckles glisten with my arousal. The way he way swirling his tongue around my nipple drew me nearly insane, making me press against him more, pulling him in more, aching for him inside me more. But I wanted to watch, I wanted to watch how his face went though the emotions. I wanted to watch the little muscles pulling and changing his contours, wanted to watch his eyes flutter shut with every flick of his wrist.

„You’re doing so good for me bird, don’t stop.”

His whine was getting me way closer to the edge than I would ever admit to even myself, my hand on the back of his head trembling, knees pressing against the sides of his chair. Even though they weren’t touching him, he was still able to feel it, knowing my body well enough to notice the change in my breathing pattern, how my hips rolled against the back of his hand harder.

He changed his angle, putting more pressure onto my body while he kept stroking himself, consciously bringing me closer and closer.

I nearly lost it when he looked up at me, pupils blown wide, gaze more heated than the temperature outside.

I dug my nails into his skin, making his head tilt back, pulling him up and pressing my lips to his. I wanted to be soft, I really planned to just kiss him a little bit, but when his tongue sweat over my lips and teeth I tangled it with mine. What was supposed to be softly making out became a fight for survival, a dance filled with lust and need, an exchange of fluid until I managed to break away from him. With my hand on his throat I forced his back against his chair, panting, drooling, a shiver running down my spine.

„I said I want to watch you.”

I kept my grip tight enough to feel his pulse hammering under the pats of my fingers, but light enough to let him breath. I just wanted to see his face getting that red hue that made me all giddy and excited.

He nodded in reply, focusing his gaze on how I licked my lips, chasing his taste, his eyes flicking up and down as if he couldn’t decide what he wanted to watch more, my face or my body, my lips or my breasts.

I made it easier for him, playing with myself, giving him something to focus on, fueling his mind. In return his hand moved faster, a little harder, drawing a moan from my chest, letting it spill over my lips. 

„You look so pretty right now.”

He didn’t even complain, just nodding along, gaze caught on how I was using my piercings to tug and twist, how I squeezed.

„So out of it, just from the view alone.”

Usually I wasn’t this focused, not when his hand worked wonders on me, even if it was his pleasure he was working on. I just angled my hips as needed to make him get me off alongside of himself, moaning loudly, letting him hear clearly what he did to me.

I moved my hand from his throat to his lips and with the most gentle pressure he opened his mouth for me, letting me slide in two fingers.

„Suck.”

I could swear I saw his eyes rolling back before he closed them, doing as he was told, hollowing out his cheeks, licking and sucking just like I did so often when I was kneeling before him, the same fucking motivation in his movements.

With my thumb under his chin I held onto him, watching him for a moment before I felt that white hot tingle in my spine, legs starting to shake a little more.

„So pretty…”

I mumbled again, eyes wandering over his arm, his muscles taunt, moving relentlessly as he was chasing his own climax, visibly trembling underneath me. His lashes hide his gaze, his pupils barely visible as he watched my hand pressing my breasts together, another shy moan from his lips as I let saliva dropping from my tongue onto my nipples, distributing it over the pebbled skin, making the pink glisten.

Leaning down I earned another moan, dragging the tip of my tongue over both sides at the same time. A cheap little move, but oh so powerful. I had no idea why, but he seemed to like it, so I sprinkled it in every once in a while, keeping him on his toes. Literally. I had to adjust my position on his lap as he changed how he sat, his knees lifting a little higher when his heels left the carpet.

I pulled the black lace to the side, needing more friction, needing to feel his skin directly on mine, the rough knuckles coated thickly, gliding up and down with every flick of his wrist, making my head spin.

„I love your hands.” I blurt out, only half my mind able to form a sentence, the other half busy matching his pace, making the heat spread move up my spine further, my eyes closing and my head falling back, unable to watch what I planned to see.

„They feel so good…” my voice broke, interrupted by yet another moan, my grip on his chin tightening, my fingers pushing a little deeper. „…always so fucking good.„ Ever so slowly a hot trail started dripping down my wrist, running along my forearm down to my elbow, making me searching for his eyes again. Pupils blown wide, lids almost closed, cheeks flushed, this helpless look on his face he always had when he got closer. Another shiver ran down my spine, the chair protesting from the pressure my legs put onto it’s sides.

„I love how your lips curve around my fingers, too.” I bring out between heavy pants, licking my own lips, swallowing thickly, eyes fixed on the way he smiles, or at least tries to, his tongue hot and soft on my skin.

„I love how you’re drooling.” Usually I’m not very vocal, but usually I would be riding him until my legs gave out, not watching him jerking off with my clit on the back of his hand, jerking me off with him.

His movement became a little erratic, his teeth clamping down on my fingers ever so gently, eyes pleading.

„Not yet bird, just a little longer.” I saw the need in the way he pressed his eyes shut, his want in the way his chest was rising and falling, his desire in the way he let out a strangled moan that sounded more like he was about to plead for something. But I wasn’t there yet, I wasn’t done watching him. I wanted to capture this moment, bottle it up so I could drink it whenever I needed. I wanted to watch him holding back until he wanted to crawl out of his skin.

„Just a little more, for me. Do it for me.” His cheeks hollowed out a little bit, his head almost falling back, but with a sharp tug I reminded him to keep it up. „Look at me bird, I need your eyes on me.” He struggled to open them, blinking slowly, eyes unfocused, glazed over, hazy almost. „Thats right, just look at me.” I tried to convince him to do as I said, tilting his face down a little. „You wanna touch?” He nodded, whining again. „Go on then. Touch me.”

I didn’t had to tell him twice.

His free hand immediately went up to my chest, groping me to his hearts content, making me moan loudly. He looked like he was about to combust at any second, watching me grinding against the back of his hand, feeling how absolutely soaked I was for him, because of him, feeling my heartbeat in his palm. My heart was hammering in my chest, dragging me towards the edge with every pulsing, my eyes locked in on his hand, his fingers wet both from him and myself, his movements seeming almost desperate by now.

I withdrew my fingers, placing one hand on top of his, guiding his movements while mirroring them on the other side, striving to drive him insane, to make him come undone for me, just to be able to watch his face to those little motions I adored so much.

„So pretty…” I whispered, thighs twitching hard, broken moans spilling over my lips as I started to unravel completely right before his eyes.

His lips latched onto my neck, sucking on my skin until I hissed sharply, leaning towards him instead of away, my lips right next to his ear.

„I need you to make a mess, bird. Now.” I brought out, then catching his earlobe between my teeth, rolling it gently. His hands came down on my waist, pulling me against him, closing the remaining distance before his arms wrapped around me. His hips thrusted up, just a little, just enough to get that last bit of friction he needed to finish. I felt him throbbing against my belly, spilling all over my skin, his skin, as if to glue us together.

We stood cuddled up like this for a while, until both our breaths were evening out slowly, until our pounding hearts found a calmer pace, until I started giggling a little. „Well that was something new.” I said, leaning back a little to look at him, my palms cupping his face so I could cover it in kisses. „I liked it.” He replied. „I like it when you get all demanding and bossy. Makes me hard.” I smiled, kissing the tip of his nose. „I know bird, I know.” And even though it only got way hotter and more humid in here I didn’t wanted to part from him, feeling comfortable the way we stuck together.

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She had gotten on my nerves all day, asking all the wrong, inappropriate questions. She even put down her paint brushes at one point and turned around, facing me completely. “Why won’t you tell me anything about it?” I closed my eyes and counted to 10 in my mind. “Because you don’t need to know those things Ma’am.” I had, as always, my hands behind my back, grabbing my left wrist with the right hand. Right now i applied so much pressure that i heard the joints crack. I struggled to keep a straight face as she stood up from her pillow on the floor, leaving her canvas behind and walked up to me. „I never saw you smile, why is that?“ I pressed my teeth together, felt my fangs pulsing and growing a little.

„Because I’m at work ma’am, even if we are here at your house i have an eye on everything. It takes concentration to do so. So either i focus on your safety or on looking friendly.” She got tiptoe and tried to look me into the eyes directly, but still she was a little too short to do so, “Show me your fangs.” She demanded. I held back that growl that built up in my throat and bared my teeth at her. Fascinated she lifted up a hand but stopped in front of my face. “Can i?” My pulse quickened and slowly I parted my jaw. I felt her fingertip on my teeth, felt my pupils dilate, felt a shiver running down my spine.

“Thats so hot. Can you feel this?” I carefully nodded, involuntarily closing my mouth, caging her finger in. In shock i opened it again in a matter of seconds, but she left it inside. She even turned it around hooked it behind my lower teeth and pulled me down to her hight. “Have you ever killed somebody with those?” I grabbed her wrist, enough was enough. “I’m not your pet. Even if you’re higher in social ranks, I’m here to protect you and i demand respect from you Princess.” Then i let go of her, turned around and went outside to the garden. I needed air. If i could’ve i would have just left and never come back, her sparkling eyes and warm skin be damned.

But this was my job.

My alarm went off, telling me her pizza was done, so i got back inside the kitchen to take it out of the oven. She came up to me, pulling a knife out of the wooden block to cut it. Her anger combined with the knowledge of a weapon in her hand made her confident. “You’re rude and i don’t like you. Sadly i can’t fire you myself, but I’ll talk to my father about it.” She pointed the tip of the blade into my direction, waving it around in front of my face, so i just took it from her. “Thats fine with me, go ahead. Call him right now.” I sliced the pizza with one hand and held out my phone for her to take with the other.

“I dare you.” Her cheeks turned red and she slapped the device out of my hand, making it hitting the stone floor and leaving the display shattered.

“Fuck you!” She stormed off, well knowing that her father would never fire me, I was the only one that still stayed even after she treaded me like shit. Smiling i picked up the plate with her dinner and took the stairs up to her living room on the second floor. She sat on her sofa, arms crossed in front of her chest, her pretty face all red and she smelled like rage. I decided to take it a step further, just for fun, showing her how little I thought of her, how much I considered her an inconvenience in my day, in my job. I wanted to show her just how much better I was.

“Eat, before it's too cold.” I threw the plate over to her and as intended her eyes followed its flight. Half a second to late she got up to catch it, leaning on one foot she caught her food but lost her balance. I was already in motion, pulling her to my chest tightly, grabbing the pizza out of the air. “You’re too slow to watch out for yourself.” I saw her tears coming up and pushed her back down onto the couch, then I sat down next to her and grabbed her chin firmly.

”Eat your damn lunch.” 

“I hate you.”

“I can smell you, princess, and i know what kind of books you read. I hear what you’re doing when you can’t sleep. I know everything about your dirty little fantasies. So go on. Hate me. You still want me.” She blushed even more, trying to look away but i wouldn’t let her. “Admit it.” Her hands tried to break from my grip but i was just so much stronger than a human. I saw it in her eyes, it turned her on even more. “You will obey my orders.” I put more pressure to her jaw and she nodded.

I caught her wrists in my hand, pressing them to her own throat, choking her. Only then i let go of her face. “If you don’t respect the woman i am, i will teach you to fear the wolf.” I wanted nothing more than to sink my teeth into her soft, pale skin. To devour her body. To mark her as my territory. But that stupid boyfriend of hers made me hold my thoughts and fangs to myself. Though i could still make her fear me, or at least make her dump that stupid sack of flesh she called her partner and come to me crawling. Something in her eyes changed, i couldn’t exactly read her expression but she definitely evaluated her options. Then she decided on making a big mistake.

She bit me.

It didn’t hurt, I didn’t even really feel it. But my blood was on fire and focus shifted to the sight of the wolf. Colors faded and everything went grey. The hunters vision came forth and even more than my nose did before, it told me that she was in heat. I growled at her, deep and long. She had done and said a few things in the time i worked for her, but she never crossed that line before. When i introduced myself i warned her to never physically fight me, that this could trigger me on a bad day. But here we were. Her teeth barely digging into my hand rattling awake the darker, more primal part of myself. I dragged her to the floor by her wrists and she screamed in fear, which only made me grin in amusement. I straddled her and forced her hands down to the carpet above her head, baring my teeth at her. She turned her head to the side, showing off her neck. I knew it was not the same as if my kind would have done it, it was no submission, no defeat, no giving in. It was a mere reflex. “You want to fight morsel? How cute.” I closed the distance between us, “I could rip out your throat within a second…” I heard her whimpering as I dragged my tongue over her neck, “Such sweet skin…” i whispered.

I could smell her mixed feelings, she was scared but oh so turned on, my teeth scraped over her skin, leaving red marks on it. With my feet i pulled her legs apart, shifted my weight onto my toes and placed my knees between hers, forcing her legs onto my hips. Without removing my mouth from her neck i lifted her up, balanced her and then stood up myself. She gasped and clinging to me as tight as possible while I took the stairs to her bedroom, grabbing the belt of her morning robe on my way up. She bounced on the mattress as i threw her on the bed, squealing. “Give me your hands.” I demanded and slightly brainless she complied, letting me tie them together, leaving half of the fabric out of the knot to fix it to the headboard. Then i kissed her passionately, our teeth collided as i devoured her mouth. She tried to get her hands free but couldn’t. “Please…”

i grabbed her jaw. “Please what princess?” She involuntarily looked at me, pupils so big i couldn’t see the green of her irises anymore. Pure lust. “Please bite me…” again she showed me her neck and this time i gave in. My fangs broke through her skin, drawing blood. She moaned underneath me as i licked up the few drops spilling onto my tongue. Salt and copper flooded my senses and i increased the pressure. She arched her back, moving her hips against me, seeking friction. It never crossed my mind that I was as much addicted to her as she was to me.

[writtenbydarling]

Troubled Mind

“Your absence woke me.” I say, stepping behind him and wrapping my arms around his shoulders after I find him in the garage, hunched over his workbench, over his gun. Again.

“What are you doing right now?” i ask, not wanting to press the issue.

“Trying to sleep.” He says bluntly, not one to lie to me, even if the truth is a little harsh. His shoulders relax a little when he feels my warmth against him, and a little tension loosens from his body.

He leans back against my chest, his head resting against me as his gaze turns upwards to look at me. “It is not working, though.”

“Is your mind troubling you again?” I place a kiss on his forehead, the scars feeling so much smoother than the rest of his skin.

“What are they saying this time, my love?”

My hair falls over my shoulders and down his chest, drawing a curtain around us, locking the rest of the world out. It’s just us, him and I in this world of rose-gold silk.

He closes his eyes and sighs deeply again at my question. His hands relax against the firearm he holds, and he allows himself a moment to be vulnerable in my presence. Nobody ever get’s to see this side of him, the worry, the weakness, the shadows that cloud his mind when nobody is watching. But he knows he doesn’t need to hide from me. He knows I am strong enough to catch him when he begins to fall.

“The same as always, love. Memories.” he replies in a voice softer and darker than the night around us. I can feel the tension in his shoulders growing again, feeling his body tighten, but it eases almost immediately when my hair falls over him like a curtain. He loves the way I can shut out the world so it’s only him and I.

After a few silent moments, he opens his eyes once more, and glances up at me. “It is nothing you need to worry yourself over, love. I will be fine, I promise.” He murmurs, leaning back to kiss my arm that’s draped across his chest.

“You know that you don’t have to be fine, right? You can scream and throw stuff and break things. You can rage and burn the house down. But don’t tell me it’s fine when it’s not. Please don’t do that to me.” i say softly, hugging him a little tighter. My deep green eyes fix themselves on his icy blue’s, drawing him in as if he could find a quiet forest behind them he could wander without the voices following him there.

I might be the only person alive able to make the voices disappear, to calm his mind. And i loved it. Because it meant he was mine and would do everything to stay mine.

He freezes as I draw him back to me, his eyes locked onto mine. For a few heartbeats, the silence in the room is deafening, and all he can do is look at me, feeling a mixture of guilt and gratitude in equal measure. He knows I’m trying to help, but he doesn’t want to burden me with his problems, even though he already does sometimes. I can almost hear his thoughts racing in his head, see it by the way his eyes focus and unfocus.

Finally, he swallows hard and nods, his body relaxing once more in my embrace. “I know, love. I didn’t want to worry you, that is all.”

“I am your wife, it is my job to worry about you.”

I step around him and sit in his lap, cupping his face with both hands. “Let me care about you like you care about me.”

He can’t help but soften, inhaling deeply, he allows himself to sink into my hands, his heart full of gratitude that I’m even willing to put up with him. After a few more seconds he sighs, his shoulders relaxing completely as he gives in. “Okay. I will allow you to do that.”

"This will hurt a little." I say, meaning it as a promise. I'm a blood witch after all, so I need exactly that from him to make it happen. I turn my head, looking over the table and my gaze falls onto one of his knifes, a pretty thing, curved like a claw. He is absolutely deadly with that thing. The handle feels heavy in my hand as I grab it and raise it to my bottom lip, setting just the smallest cut. It really doesn't need much. Then I put the blade back, turning towards him with a single drop of blood dwelling from the cut.

My thumbs brush over his cheeks as I cup his face again and i watch him close his eyes as i pull him in for a kiss. At first it’s soft, but it soon gets heated until i bite down on his bottom lip, when i taste blood, I feel that little energy surge racing through me before i push my mind into his head, throwing my shadows over his thoughts and worries, caging them in and no matter how much they rattle at the bars, they can’t come out.

It won’t hold too long, but it would give him a few hours to at least fall asleep. When i brake the kiss my eyes held his blue for a moment, as they always did after this special little hex i had cooked up for him. He can almost feel me inside his head, smothering his more unruly mind and he suddenly lets out another soft, almost imperceptible whimper as his arms tighten around me. He’s at my mercy, completely and entirely in this moment.

"Better now?" I ask, leaning back a little to be able to see his face fully, needing to know how he feels. It's magic, not science, so it's not very exact. He’s silent for a moment, his eyes closed as he takes stock. Then, after what feels like an eternity, he opens his eyes again. They’re dark, but the shadows in them have lessened for now. The voices inside him are gone. “Much better.” he replies quietly, his hands moving to grasp at my hips as he keeps me in his lap. “Thank you, love. You don’t know how much I needed that.”

"I can only give you a few hours, three or four." I'm good at what I do, but my possibilities are limited when it came to the human body and mind. I was better with plants. Give me some herbs and I cook up the sickest shit. That was my specialty. Herbalism. But it still should be enough to go to bed and sleep for a while.

He nods quietly at my words. That is all he needs—just enough for a few hours. “Four hours is plenty of time for me,” he says in a low and quiet voice. He’s relaxed, but his eyes are still dark as he gazes back at me, his gaze taking in every inch of your face. He’s thankful I am able to relieve even a little of the strain in his mind, but he’s also worried about what it does to me in the process as he always is.

I take a good look at his face, the way his eyes shine. I'm still present in his head, in the background, holding his worries captive. It's a small border I am balancing. If I do too little they will break free. If I do too much I could swallow them, which would snuff them out. But that would mean killing parts of his brain and he wouldn't survive that.

A very thin line.

"What is that lingering in your eyes, love? What worries you?”

I have been on this earth longer than he would be able to understand, I have seen plenty of violence in my younger times, when I fought for my place in this world. That was far behind me now, but I still understood what he was seeing in the field. I understood how all those memories, thoughts and worries came to life, what trauma they held.

His gaze is unwavering as his eyes study me, but after a few long moments, he looks away, staring off at the walls of the garage. “You know me too well, love. I worry about how this affects you,” he says softly. His hands tighten their grip on my hips again, as if to keep a better hold on me while you’re still inside his head. “I know how much energy this takes from you. It almost seems selfish of me to keep asking this of you.”

"But it is me asking you. Not the other way around. You have never once asked me to help you. I am always offering." I brush his rather messy hair out of this scarred face, then I kiss the tip of his nose. "I would do everything for you. Trust me, the day you die will be the saddest of my life." He knew I would outlive him, we had that little talk when I wasn't aging after almost 4 years of relationship, 1 of those married. So I had been telling him about my true nature, literally.

I had never loved any one like I love him, he held a very special place in my heart and I would weep for a long time. But until then I would burn down everyone that dared to hurt him, which sometimes made it a little hard to let him leave for his deployments, but he loved his job in a very fucked up way. I respected that. From warrior to warrior.

His hands move to hold onto my wrists as he keeps his eyes down, avoiding my questioning stare. He's being stubborn, in his own way, as if he doesn't want to acknowledge what the effect of my power has on myself. “You’ll outlive me by centuries, love, I know that. But I worry about how this is affecting you right now,” he insists, still refusing to meet my eyes.

"I am strong in ways that you can't fathom, but that is because your mind is not wired for doing so. It's like trying to understand the space the universe holds up. Which is a lot, by the way. Your scientists almost got it right." I chuckle a little, then I get serious.

"I know you worry about me the way I worry about you. And so you never fail to ease my mind. Your mere presence makes me calm and keeps me centered, I don't have to hide myself around you anymore and you are perfectly fine with every fucked up thing I do. I couldn't wish for more. I love you." I kiss him, once, twice, licking the remaining blood off of his lips. "But just as I trust you when you tell me you know how to handle your mind, I need you to trust me that I am able to handle my own.”

He closes his eyes and sighs quietly as I lean into him. He knows I’m right, of course. Despite his size and brute strength, I’m far stronger than any human he’s ever met and if one lived as long as he suspects I have, then I probably have been in worse scrapes than a silly thing like this.

He relaxes a little bit into my hold as he gives in to my logic. “I do trust you, love,” he mutters quietly. “You just worry me.” "What do you mean by that?” He said he was worried about me, not worrying. Huge difference.

His hands run up and down the sides of my arms in a gentle caress as his gaze flicks up to meet mine again. It’s full of something intense, something that always seems to set him apart from everyone else. “I don’t like it when you hurt yourself to help me. You’re far too precious to me to see you harm yourself. But, yes… I worry for you as well. Sometimes. I worry you’ll do something stupid that I can’t protect you from. That’s all I meant,” he replies quietly.

"It is my job to protect you right now. So ease your mind my love." I kiss him again, softly and gentle and he gives in to the kiss, his fingers gently digging into the flesh of my arms as he lets himself become lost in me for just a moment or two, not that his minds allows it. But he still can’t shake that worry every time he feels I am inside his head. “Very well, love,” he mutters in between kisses. “Have it your way. I surrender.” "I would never hurt you. That would kill both of us. Trust that I can control this." I pepper his face with little kisses.

Despite himself, he chuckles softly in the quiet garage. My little touches and affections are always endearing to him, they always manage to break through that stubborn, hard exterior of his. Simply because I do nit care about this tough exterior of his. I fell in love with he shadows behind his eyes, with the demons running wild in his mind, those who made every other woman run fast and far. But I am not any woman. I am his woman. His wife. I came to stay.

“I do trust you, love of my life,” he replies after several moments, his nose nuzzling against my neck. “I’m sorry I was being a grumpy ass in the first place.” "As you know, I know what is in your mind. So I understand very much how that can change behavior and build patterns." I wink at him. I might have not studied psychology like the humans did in their universities, but I had watched them long enough to figure shit out on my own.

He chuckles a little at my comment, a deep, low, rumbling sound that makes his chest vibrate under me. But, as expected, he just can’t resist the urge to tease me about it, he never can. “Don’t start thinking you know everything now, love,” he says with a smirk, gently nipping at the flesh of my neck. “You might get a big head. Bigger than it already is, anyway.”

"You are only jealous because I use it to my advantage that I look absolutely adorable and you can’t." I would much rather scare people, looking like he did, but my injuries healed under potions and essences. Under my blood. So instead I was treated like a soft little wildflower, like a dumb little girl that just happened to have a few good ideas on accident and that her pretty face was opening every single door for her anyway. They never saw behind the facade of the woman I played when I was outside. Which was the main reason I liked to work and sell from home, since going outside gave me a headache.

He rolls his eyes and gives me a gentle swat on the hip. He knows how deceptively adorable, deceptively weak I appear to the rest of the world. That’s one of the most dangerous things about me, that innocent little flower face of mine that lures in unsuspecting souls. Anyone who ever underestimated me would find themselves sorely mistaken, a lesson he learned the hard way early in the beginning of our relationship.

“Watch it,” he warns with a chuckle as he gently presses his lips to my collarbone. “I have my own methods of getting what I want, love.” "Uhhhh... the big strong soldier is using intimidation on the soft little girl. How brash..." I lean back a little acting like I am fainting but looking at him with one eye and a big smile on my face. "Somebody help! I'm a damsel in distress!” He laughs gruffly under his breath as he catches me by the hips, keeping my back arched backwards in his grip, before pulling me back against his chest. He smirks a little as his nose brushes against my cheek, his voice dropping again in that rough, sultry rasp that it always seems to have whenever he gets serious with me. “A damsel in distress, huh? You better watch how you tease me, love,” he whispers. “You know damn well I’d take full advantage of that.” The smirk on his lips widens as he feels my body react to his voice, and the shiver that runs down my spine. He notices it every single time without fail, and his ego blooms at how much he gets me. His strong arms wrap around my waist and hold me tight against him. “You’re mine for the taking, you cheeky little witch.”

Oh goddess... I think as heat shoots down my spine, l love how tall he is, I love when his voice drops so damn low. It really doesn't matter what he says in that moment, I just feel the vibrations in my very soul and it makes me weak in the knees. "Oh mighty warrior, please! Have mercy..." I beg him when he pushes me down on his workbench, biting my lip while I wrap my legs around his waist.

He growls deeply again as I beg him for mercy, practically feeling my body shudder against his with need and he’s more than happy to oblige that need. So he buries his face into the crook of my neck and plants hot biting kisses to my skin as his hands grab at my thighs, fingers digging into that soft, warm flesh to mark me with the faint bruising he can’t get enough of. “Mercy, mm?” he rumbles again. “That’s cute. That you think you deserve mercy.”

Every single time he grips me so tightly it leaves a bruise I get a tiny rush of power, just a fraction of magic igniting randomly as the bursting of vessels sets blood free, which is an automatic signal for attack. My nervous system is wired like that. Everything I am given will be used, if only to heal the area instantly, still for me, it feels like pleasure, I am absolutely addicted to this feeling, which is exactly why he keeps doing it over and over again. My head tilts back a little as the oversized shirt of his I am wearing falls down my thighs. I didn't bother putting on more than  what he had left next to the bed after he came to bed last evening. I loved wearing his shirts, when they still smelled like him, I loved wearing them to sleep, it made me fell safe and sound.

"Please be gentle with me! Don't hurt me..." I beg him, mockingly, reaching out for his belt and slowly unbuckling it while holding eye contact. He feels me shivering against his body again as he bites down on that soft, sensitive skin on my neck, just hard enough to cause a mark, to make me ache under his touch, and his lips curves up in a sinful smirk on my collarbone. I always, always give just a little bit of a shudder like that when he does that to me, he knows it, he actively chases it. So he grabs my wandering hands as they slip to his belt, looking at me as he pins my wrists above my head, his eyes dark, full of something primal.

“I should tie you up, little witch, before you hurt yourself..." He reaches up into one of the shelfs that hang over his workbench and grabs two zip ties, hooking one into a bold in the wall closing it. Then he fixes the other around my wrists and connects both, evidently keeping me from moving my hands.

My excitement only grows with everything he does, my pulse is spiking under his touch as I look up and my eyes follow his strong hands expertly fastening the zip ties around my wrists like they had done a million times by now. "That's so fucking hot..." I moan a little.

He smirks a little as he pulls away, just enough to admire the view of me bound under him on his little workbench with his own shirt that barely covers. It’s a sight that makes his body ache with need, with desire that only I ever seem to satisfy. He reaches up and grabs my chin to hold my gaze, his eyes still dark as the night. “Careful, love,” he replies in a low growl. “You’re playing a dangerous game right now.”

"I know, trust me. I know." But then way my eyes are almost glowing as I look up at him, the way they hold their defiance and still I bow to him willingly.

I could rip that plastic with a flick of my wrist if I had to, but why taking the fun out of this? If he wanted me tied up, he would tie me up. And I would lay back and take it like a good little wife.

There’s something about the way his eyes flash, glowing a brilliant shade of blue as I am all laid out on his workbench, at his mercy, in his clothes, and it just makes the dominant side of him even get more out of control than usual. He leans down a bit, just enough to press his weight against me, wanting me to feel him, feel how much he wants me and it makes me moan breathlessly. “You look so damn beautiful like this, love… so perfect. So… mine…”

"Thats because I am yours, and only yours. Until the day you die." It's the same thing I said to him during my wedding vows. I love reminding him every now and then that I still mean it and he groans softly at that. There’s something so satisfying about hearing those words, knowing that I belong to him and him alone, that he can make me his in any way he pleases and I’d be perfectly happy with it, that I’d take whatever he gave.

“That’s what I goddamn like to hear, love.” He bends back down and his large hand cups my jaw, tilting my head up a bit so he can look my in the eyes. His voice drops to a low growl again. “You’re mine.”

"Prove it, big man. If I'm yours, just take me." I look up at him daringly, just poking at him a little more, making sure he stayed sharp and, yes please, a little feral. He chuckles at the way I push and provoke, with those glowing eyes, he just loses whatever remaining self control he has.

And that’s exactly what I wanted. “You challenge me, love?” he ask huskily, his hand moving from my jaw down to my throat. His grip is rough and firm as his thumb presses against my pulse point, his eyes narrowing into a glare. “You think you can handle me like that?”

I immediately feel dizzy and lightheaded as he puts pressure on my neck, blocking my veins from transporting blood as fast as my heart was beating. Oh goddess, thats so good. "Yes." I say, the same provoking tone as before.

His fingers dig into my skin a little more as he squeezes that little bit tighter, just hard enough to start limiting my oxygen, just enough to make me want him more, feel like I'm lost at the mercy of him. “Careful what you wish for. You know exactly what happens when you tease me like that, don’t you my love?”

"Bruises... fuck..." I sharply hiss when his nails scratch over my thighs. I sometimes forget how much rougher he gets when the voices are gone. It's almost like the more of his attention I draw with sound and movement, the more aggressive he becomes, more predatory, like he was hunting.

He laughs as I curse, leaning down to my ear so he can whisper in a gruff voice. “Thats right. You’ll be covered in ‘em by the time I’m done with you.” "Yes please..." I beg, my lips parting and my back arching as he pushes forward, leaving me gasping for air under his vice-like grip around my throat.

So full...

It's like he just shut off my ability to think and turned me into a dumb needy mess. Every snap of his hips is hard, not fast, but deep. Every time his hips press my thighs apart he forces the air out of my lungs. To him I look beautiful like this, laid out on his workbench at his complete and total disposal. All of me, all of me is his and his only, his for the taking. Nothing makes him wanting to let it all out on me more than this.

The bruises from his fingers, the indents of his teeth, the shirt of his I wore that was one of his favorites on me because it was from his old uniform, had his name and rank from back then stitched onto it. His name, with was now my name as well, since he dared to marry me.

"All. Mine.” Sharp thrusts punctuate every word. "Say it, Witch.”

"I'm all yours." I repeat for him, whining under his grip, shaking and trembling under his body. Getting rocked back and forth crudely while he held me down by my throat. He smirks, satisfied with my response, bending down over me. “Good girl,” he whispers to me, his lips hovering just over my ear, gently brushing over the shell. “Who do you belong to?”

"I belong to only you." I bring out, my voice a little thin as I press my eyes shut against the sensation of him placing a hand on my stomach and rubbing slow circles with his thumb, leaving me trembling and cursing his name and existence. “That’s right. That’s damn right, my love,” he murmurs into my ear, his low, gruff voice just sending shivers down my spine. “You’re mine. All mine.” He growls the words out against the sensitive side on my neck, his lips and teeth roaming across my skin as his thumb rubs just a little bit harder.

"Holy moon... fuck... don't stop. Please don't stop..." I beg him, feeling white heat rolling through my body. His dark chuckle, as he does exactly that, is everything I need to fall over the edge. I moan his name like a prayer, over and over again until he stills and holds my hips tightly against his, both hands pressing my lower body against his own hips, spilling deeply.

He chuckles again, that deep note sending shudders down my body once more, aftershocks slowly fading out. He loves the way I call out his name like that, like he was the only one that could bring me to such heights of pleasure and ecstasy. Because I’m the only one that can make him feel this much pleasure, make him feel this much release. “That’s what I like to hear, love…”

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Pancakes

Some nights i simply went out alone to drink and dance, since i had no friends to hang out with i found myself some company at the bar. One of those nights i met this guy, always talking to himself, totally wasted. Normally not my type but some things he said caught my attention. I couldn’t lay a finger on it but he had something familiar, i knew his face but i had no clue from where or why. So i armed myself with a bottle of good scotch and sat down at his table. “Rough day?” I asked him. “You could say so i guess…” I laughed, “Rough years or life?” He leaned back with his eyes closed, “Months, but please just go and annoy someone else. I can’t with that stupid chitchat today.” Making as much noise as possible a poured two glasses of whiskey. “Listen, I’m just searching for a hook up and maybe a breakfast in he morning and you caught my eye. I’m a grown woman, so we don’t need to talk.” Then i held up my glas and slid over his. He grabbed it and looked at me for the first time. Green and blue eyes, slightly red like he hadn’t had much sleep. And something behind them that made me lean closer. “I won’t talk until this bottle is empty, then we’ll see if you wanna go home alone. Is that alright?” He nodded.

He drank.

He refilled our glasses.

We emptied the bottle without a single word.

When he stood up he blinked a few times, his eyes kinda went white for a second and i couldn’t help but wonder if it was the alcohol in my system or if the was like me. “My apartment is around the corner.” He helped me stand up and lead me out of the bar. We just made it around the next corner when he pressed me against the next best wall and kissed me roughly. Smiling i opened my lips for his tongue and he made his way over my lips and into my mouth. He kissed me like he was drowning, like i was the last breath we could take before disappearing. His hands where all over me, grabbing my hips, pulling me closer. I felt his erection against my hips, pressing into me like he wanted to get inside like this. Then i felt him untying the knot in the back of my top, pushing the straps down my shoulders and then reaching for my breasts. With hasty fingers i opened his belt, raking down the zipper and got into his jeans. One of his hands was cupping my breast while playing with the hardening nipple, the other found her way up to my throat. I slipped my hand into his boxers grabbing his dick and started to work it. He moaned into the kiss, only increasing the pressure around my neck.”You’re one evil woman, that’s for sure.” He gave me a split second of air and i pulled him back again at his shirt. “Stop talking and fuck me already.” I whispered, smiling at him innocently. He turned me around, grabbed a fist full of my hair and bend me over. With his free hand he pulled down my shorts and reached around to play with my clit. Drawing slow circles at first, speeding up soon.

I appreciated that actually, even tho i didn’t needed it at this point. He reached further down into my lace panties, feeling how wet i was and laughed into my ear. Then he pulled them aside and simply stuffed me. He went all the way inside stretching me almost painfully. He wouldn’t lose any time, wouldn’t let me adjust to him, he directly started to fuck me hard against the wall. My hands pressed against the bricks, my head pulled back, my body in his firm grip. His fingers still moved, pushing me over he edge real quick. He must feel me tightening even more and picked up the pace. I felt his fingers in my hair, pulling me closer, making me arch my back even more. “Fuck” The movement of his skilled fingers got a little sloppy but never got to a halt while he worked towards his own release. Suddenly he pulled out and turned me around again, pressing me against the wall with a hand around my neck. With the other he pulled up my leg and i held my self up with it around his hips. He made a step toward me, caging me in, forcing me to lift up the other leg and to cross them both behind his back. Than he lifted me up a bit more and slipped his dick right back inside me. Than he simply returned to the fast pace he had before, pounding me without mercy, rushing almost. His tongue found her way to mine again and soon my senses were filled with him. The bricks were scratching over my back but i couldn’t care less and neither did he, he even leaned in closer, giving me more and more friction to deal with. I moaned into his mouth, holding onto his hair and back, I felt myself fading more and more because no air got into my lungs but that made my second orgasm only more intense. I would have screamed if i could but his hand and his lips silenced me while his hip movements got arythmic more and more. Then suddenly i could breath again, his hand was now pressed against the wall beside my head and i heard the stone crack under the pressure of his fingers.

“We should bring this party into my apartment, don’t you think?” He carefully let me down, not taking his hands off of me until he was sure i could stay on my own. “Sounds like a plan.” While I tied the straps of my top together he got me my shorts. “By the way, I’m…” I placed a finger on his lips to stop him, “I couldn’t care less, you’re a guy from a bar. I’m a girl from a bar. We have sex. That’s it.” He grinned widely, “Fine.” He laid his arm around my shoulders leading me a few streets down to a more crowded alley with a few shops. “If you want breakfast in the morning Miss Chen here makes fucking strong coffee. And the doughnuts are from heaven.” He informed me. I followed him to a door in a small sideway, he led me up a few stairs and to his apartment door. His neighbour played guitar across the hall and he signed. “Let’s see if you can make me scream louder than he’s playing, i have a feeling you might.” I pulled him in for another kiss, making him harden again. “What if he opens his door?” I opened my shorts and let them fall down. “Than he sees something he might not want to see and closes it again, or he’ll watch with his dick in hand.” His jaw clenched and in the dim lighting in this floor i thought i saw the white in his eyes taking over again, but only for a second because he was already fucking me again.

“Never been happier that i went out for a drink.” He whispered into my ear while slowly devouring my body. I had to cross my legs around his back again and he held onto my hips to keep me up. I grabbed his hair and bit his lip. “You wanted to make me scream, but that won’t work like this.” I felt his nails digging into the skin of my ass. “That’s more like it…” i moaned loudly. He literally banged me against the door, pressing the air out of my lungs, i was holding onto dear life between his arms. The only sounds in the hallway were our skin slapping against each other and the cracking of the door behind me. “Fuck my neighbour, want you on top of me right now.” Without stopping he unlocked his door and walked in. His arms around my back i hopped on his dick with every step until he threw me onto his mattress. I bounced a little bit already stripping out of the rest of my clothes while watching him do the same. “For hells sake, you look like a snack.” I got on all fours and crawled up to the edge of the bed, getting on my knees to kiss him again, slowly working my way down over his defined chest and abs. He had tattoos all over his shoulders and arms but i had no time to look at them nor did I wanted to look at them right now. His dick already staying up straight, waiting for my lips. I placed one hand against his chest, scratching over it lightly, playing with his balls with the other hand. Teasing him by only sucking on the tip i felt his breath under my hand and i saw his hands hanging in fists beside his body. “Such a good boy for me…” I looked right up into his eyes and there was the white again, but for now i ignored it. Tomorrow i would ask, now i had more important things to do. Slowly, so slowly i took his length into my mouth, running my tongue up and down until i felt him deep down in my throat. His moan was almost obscene, loud and totally turning me on even more. In the corner of my eye i saw his hands hovering above my head. He struggled with how to place them, the they went up and i couldn’t see them anymore. His voice muffled behind his palms, definitely not talking to me at all. I sounded more like headless babbling. I bobbed my head back and forth, chocking myself on his dick feeling his balls tighten in my hand. Then i stopped. “Get on the bed big man, i want you under me.” He needed a second to process, then he did as ordered. I moved up to him on the big mattress as he sat up against the pillows. Straddling him i left little bites all the way up his legs until i got to his dick again. I leaned forth to bite his lip again and with one smooth move a sat down on him catching his breath in a rough kiss. I angled my hips a bit and started moving. My hands pressed on his broad chest, looking down on him. “Fuck baby you’re good.” His eyes rolled back and he let his head fall onto the pillows behind him. I wrapped my hands around his neck as far as i could, i was so much smaller than him so he could have fought me off easily but he pressed himself against my touch. “Yes please.” he whispered, grabbing the headboard to give his fingers something to do. While i took my time fucking him.

After a while he looked at me, faltering “Please, go faster. You’re driving me crazy like that…” his voice was just a whimper, i almost overheard it. I placed a thumb on his bottom lip, parting them and he let me in after a second. I saw his brain slowly leaving when he simply sucked my thumb in and swirled his tongue around it. “Please fuck me harder…” He whined again, looking up to me, gently applying pressure with his teeth. With the other hand still around his throat, leaning onto him i moved faster. Soon i felt him lifting his hips, meeting mine to move with me. Getting even deeper, when i digged my nails into his neck he groaned loud and i heard the wood under his fingers break. “You will ask for permission before you cum, understood?” He didn’t reacted at first so i pulled my thumb out his mouth and slapped his face. “I asked you something and i expect an answer.” His pupils dialled, growing so his pupils became black than turning white in a split second completely. He tried to look away but i gently grabbed his chin and made him look at me again. “Your eyes are so pretty…” his dick twitched inside me and he seemed to talk to himself in his head. “You still need to answer me big man…” He smiled, “Yes Ma’am.” I bit my own lip hearing those words from someone so much bigger and stronger than me. Than i began to fuck him harder like he asked me to. His breath quickened and i felt his jaw tensing under my fingers. His moans got louder and louder and he stared to arch his back underneath me. “Fuck… please allow me to cum Ma’am. Please i need to…” his words almost got lost between his fight for self control. “Just a little bit longer, can you do that for me?” He started to shake between my legs, biting down his own arm. “Fuck… yes i can.” “Good boy.” I kissed his cheek, let my tongue wander down his neck, sucking on his skin, leaving a small mark of my temporary ownership. When i bit him hard his hands fell down beside my legs and i felt his fingers wandering over my skin. “Can i touch you please?” I increased the pressure of my teeth. I sat up, seeing blood on his neck. It tasted a little weird when i licked it from my lips. Kind of dark bitter. He was definitely not human. I took his hands and placed them on my breasts. “Just the fingertips, If i feel more than that I’ll stop and you just get to watch while i play with myself.” He nodded “Yes Ma’am.” I grabbed his chin again, “Eye contact, all the time.” He nodded again, his eyes loosing focus more and more. I felt his fingertips on my chest, brushing over my skin carefully. I moved faster and he opened his mouth to let out another big moan, catching his jaw i held his mouth open. “I want to hear you, now cum for me big man.” His eyes rolled into his head and i slapped his cheek again. Immediately he looked at me, cumming hard underneath me, fingers clawing the air in front of my chest. I let myself fall into my own orgasm, kissing him while he crossed his arms behind me. “Thank you Ma’am” I smiled against his lips. “Good boy”

We cuddled a little bit like that than he rolled us around and handed me a blanket. “Ill get a towel, just a second.” The he stood up with shaky legs, needing a moment to find his balance again. His bathroom was behind the only other door in his small apartment. Nothing special, just a bathtub and a a tiny shelf, not even a rug. I used the time he needed to cross the room to look a round, it was messy, he definitely was single. No one photo of any other person, no hints of a woman. The only thing not messy was his desk.

“Here, let me help you.” He kneeled down in front of me, in hand a wet wash cloth, nice and warm. I shoved away the blanked and let him clean me up, he was gentle and took his time to do it right. “Do you like to be on top?” He asked. “Most of the time, yes. But sometimes i enjoy getting my hair pulled and be railed from behind in a dark alley.” I winked at him and we laughed. “You don’t have to answer but i still want to ask: your eyes… what’s up with them?” He held still for a good long while, then he dried my skin. “I have a … condition. Yes, a condition.” It was obliviously a lie but i didn’t asked again, i still was just a random girl for a hook up. Then he seemed to talk to himself again. “I have a day off tomorrow, maybe I’ll get the chance to show you how thankful i am in the morning?” I smiled gently, “sounds like a plan, but right now I’ll have to excuse myself for a moment.” With that i stood up an went to the bathroom.

When i returned he was already under the sheets, arms behind his head, looking at me, taking in my silhouette. His dick reacted instantly by getting hard again. “Thats unfortunate… I guess if I’ll ask for another round right now you’ll say no?” I got under the blanket, cuddled him and he laid his arm around me. “You have to wait until i had breakfast and a coffee, then I’ll do something about that.” He hugged me tightly, “Sleep well.” A quick kiss to my forehead and then he shut his eyes. His erection was still standing straight up, and i heard him huffing. “I can’t sleep like that, may i take this into my own hands?” I turned to my stomach and looked into his eyes, “I think you can wait a few hours, don’t you?” I tilted my head, a wicked smile on my lips. “I will explode right under your hands…” his hand wandered down from my back to my ass, squeezing one cheek. “Please?” I shook my head. “Please Ma’am, grand me a little release.” With puppy eyes he looked at me, his face bright red even in the dim light of the street lamp shining into the room. His hand on my ass holding still, not a single muscle in his body was moving.

“Please, i just need one more.” he begged me, i felt new heat pooling between my legs. I reached over his shoulder to grab the arm behind his head, pulling him over so he would roll on top of me. “You’re to cute to say no.” He pulled away the blanked between us, spreading my legs with his knees, reaching up to my shoulders massaging them a little. He slowly worked his way down from my back to my ass, then i felt his weight on me, while he reached around to massage my hips, wandering down between my legs again. A+ for initiative, C for execution, but i let him do his thing because it still felt good even tho he wasn’t finding the exact spot he was looking for. The he slowly pushed his dick inside me, sinking it in all the way, already shaking in excitement. His knees moved up, pushing my legs underneath my body and than he pulled my hips against his.

“From behind with your hair pulled?” he asked, “Don’t dare to much, you still want something in the morning, right?” I heard him whisper something to himself again, but his hips hammered that thought out of me quickly. His fingers pressing into my skin, the clapping of his hips against my ass as he fucked me again were way to good to care about this habit of his. I let him take what he needed, fast and hard, taking care of myself like the grown woman i was. With what he already did i would not complain about this. I felt him going faster, felt my self tightening around him as tension began to build up between my legs. He was mumbling curses, going harder with every second, not slowing down at all. “Fuck I’m so close… am i allowed to cum Ma’am?” That pushed me over the edge, moaning “Yes” i felt his nails in my skin as he held onto my tight, emptying himself inside me again. “Oh god that felt good…” his voice sounded weird as he placed his hands left and right from my shoulders. “Give my just a moment.”

I waited smiling, caressing his arm with my fingertips giving him goosebumps. “Hmm, please stop. I don’t”know what it is with you but you get my dick hard with everything you do… And i need to drink something and sleep first.” I laughed and crossed my fingers under the pillow, resting my head on top. He got up carefully, slowly walking to the bathroom again to get something to clean us up. This time he simply gave me the wash cloth and went around the couch to the fridge to get us some water. “So you’re normally not that hungry?” I sat up under the blanked, drinking sip after sip from my bottle. “No, i mean, yes. I’m a man and i have needs. But normally I’m fine after the first round, than, after a little break i can go a second round. But as you can see I’m already getting hard again just thinking about how you’re feeling.” He shook his head, smiling about it. “Let’s sleep.”

The next morning i heard him talking to someone in the kitchen, scanning the room quickly i saw that he was alone, so he probably had his phone on speaker while making breakfast. “What do you mean she wouldn’t like me? Who do you think made you do that?” “Shut up you stupid parasite!” “Take that back!!!” I stood up slowly, trying to see more as he looked at me directly. “We’ll talk about that later V. Now stop acting like a child.” I searched for something to put on and found a folded T-Shirt on one of the shelves, while pulling it over my head i walked up to him and hugged him from behind. “Annoying phone call?” He simply nodded, “I’m s fucking hungry, i guess after last night you don’t feel any better.” He turned around and caged me in between his body and the table, “Last night was incredible, i never had that much fun.” His smile was bright and friendly. A big yellow sign caught attention,

‘Rules: No eating people’ “What does that mean, should i be worried?” He followed my eyes, his pupils dialled for a split second, then he kissed me, “It’s a joke between me and a friend.” he told me in between gasping for air, i felt his hands around my thighs, lifting me up and placing me on the table behind me. “But more important, how do you like your pancakes?” Unable to answer because he still had his lips on mine i tried to run after the last thought i had. Then he finally let go of me, turning to the stove and soon after i got my plate with a very delicious Looking pancake. “This is perfect, do you do that a lot?” He laughed, “Every day.” With my fork in hand i looked around, the place was even messier than i could see yesterday, dust everywhere and i could swear every piece of furniture had been fixed. Was he that poor? No way, the apartment might not been in a hotspot but from his desk i could tell me made more than enough money. He probably was too busy replacing everything or didn’t care enough, old never meant bad after all. “I have to be honest, if it’s always like this with you i might buy another bottle and not talk to you again. What do you say? No strings attached!” He chewed pensively, and again i had the feeling like he held an inner dialogue. “Next time we should get to your place, i bet it’s nicer there.” I almost choked on my pancake. “Oh it definitely is but its further away. I came here to never be here again. How should i know i was about to meet the best dick i ever had?” He looked at me like a child on Christmas, ripping apart the big present an finding a real treasure inside. “I take that as a compliment since we don’t know anything about each other.” He took the pan off the stove and gave me another pancake. “How far away is further away?” “It’s half an hour with the Car. Oh dan, i have to get my car!” I laughed, i totally forgot about that. “I’ll walk you back to the bar if you drive me to my office.” “Deal.”

A week later we met again, and the more we weren’t talking to each other the more we got to know each other. After three months of fulfilling, rough sex we went on our first date. Dinner at some fancy restaurant. After the appetiser i excused myself and went to the bathroom to freshen up my lipstick. Fixing my hair i wrote him a text, asking him to help me in here. When he knocked on the door i quickly opened and pulled him inside, “Be quite, we’re not alone.” I whispered as i shoved him into one of the stalls, locking the door behind us. He already knew what i was up to, of course he did. I pressed him against the wall and kissed him passionately, undoing one button after the other i opened his shirt t expose the tattoos i saw so many countless times that i could draw them out of memory. “Get on your knees for me…” I ordered and he complied within seconds, i lifted up my dress and he touched my legs with gentle fingers.

Slowly getting closer, kissing my thighs and working his way up between them. I leaned back and spread my legs for him, he lifted one up and placed it over his shoulder so he could eat me better. I grabbed a fist full of his hair, it got a lot longer since the first evening. Exactly for that purpose, just for me so i could guide him even better. Not that he needed it, but we both liked the feeling. I also liked the way that he worked his tongue on me. Slow but with pressure and so so skilled. It didn’t take him long to make me cum,

[writtenbydarling]

Ribbon Game

It started out as a joke. „Oh wow thats so pretty.” I look at the picture of a woman, laying on her stomach, her ankles tied to the bed with pretty red bows. „We should do that.” He looks over my shoulder, smiling as he sees what I’m pointing at. „Whatever you want.” I think nothing of it, but the way he smiles let’s the idea take root.

The next days go as usual, the red silk sitting in the back of my mind like a serpent coiled up and dripping venom into my conscious thoughts until it won’t let go of me again and I have to put and end to this.

„What’s tonights plan?” I ask him, but there is nothing but sitting on the couch and watching a movie, so we settle in with a few snacks. The movie stars, but I am somewhat fidgety. „What’s going on in that pretty little head of yours Doll?” His green eyes are on me, one brow raised, looking worried. I normally am so calm around him, but tonight I seem restless. „Nothing I just…” My voice trails off, just like my thoughts and my cheeks turn red as they always do when I have one of my funny little thoughts. „Do we lie in this household?”

 The heat rises further, tinting my whole face light red. „No…” He can see me squirming, so he just waits. He knows me well enough to see the signs, how I can’t sit still, how my legs move constantly, how my fingers run over the backrest of the couch, how my focus wanders off into the distance instead of being fixated onto the screen.

„Do you want to play a game?” My voice sounds like I want to say something else, but I simply can’t bring it out it so directly. „A game?” His eyes wander all over my face, trying to figure out what I am up to now, the shrug of his shoulders tells me it’s fair game. „Sure, I love playing with you.” I get up, leaving the living room and return just a moment later, my hands behind my back. He just shakes his head and just accepts his fate.

His lips curve into a rather naughty smile as I sit down on his lap, my shorts pooling around my thighs as I straddle him. „Raise your right hand.” I need him on a disadvantage here, otherwise my chances of winning this ‘game’ are almost zero.

Not that my chances are that high to begin with, but i will do whatever i can, even if that means playing dirty. When i interlace my fingers with his he smiles, then confusion flashes over his face before it settles on something that looks like arousal. The chance of temperature between my thighs confirms.

“And what rules does this little game of yours have?” He asks as i wrap the red silk around our wrists, using my right hand and my teeth to get the knot as tight as possible without cutting off the blood flow, which is bound to happen with what i have in mind.

“Rules?” My mind starts racing, i was so focused on picking out the exact color from the picture and how to start this in general than to think of ‘rules’.

“Who comes first loses?” I regret it before i even finish that sentence. “Oh really?” He asks and arrogance settles into the curve of his lips. “Sure.” I give back and lean in to kiss him, feeling like I have to go through with this now.

The second his right moves behind my back and forces my left to follow i realize this might have been dumber than i initially imagined.

“You’re stronger, so you don’t get to play dirty.” A fair demand in my eyes and to my surprise he nods. His left falls lower, landing on my cheek, squeezing it gently and pulling me towards him. Instinctively i roll my hips against him, making his sweats tighten. “Oh but you are allowed?” Before he can complain further i catch his bottom lip between my teeth and bite down a little, swallowing the moan that follows. 

I loose a little of my composure when his left weaves through my hair, fisting most of it and pulling my head back. “Not fair.” “Sue me.” I reply, snapping my teeth at him, but his grip on my hair tightens, making me whine a little. Heat pools low in my belly, he can watch my pupils dilating, with my chest still pressed against his my breathing fastens, surely my pulse starts racing as well.

“Do whatever you need, you will lose and we both know it Doll.” Sure, he’s right, but who am i to confirm that fact? “Oh you think? Maybe i have a plan.” I sure as hell don’t, but i will come up with something on the fly. He tilts my head back a little further, dragging his tongue over my throat like i’m his favorite candy, leaving me smiling and trembling.

We make out for a while, just kissing, biting, snuggled up as we always are, but the longer we move against each other, the more my mind clouds with need, with want, with desire. I run my hands up his chest like i do so often, pulling his right with mine and an idea springs to mind. Before he can react i break the kiss we share, moving my left up over his shoulder and wrap my arm around his neck, his wrist bound to mine, his right arm pressed to his chest.

“I hope that wasn’t the whole plan.” How can he still smile like he has already won?

“No..?” Confidence sounds different, sure, but grinding down against him makes his face fall and his eyes close a little, so i repeat the motion until i manage to trap his arm between us fully.

„Sneaky, but not good enough.” He circles his left arm around me and let’s himself fall forward, not even far, just far enough to take my focus elsewhere and is able to push me to the side. Barely I can move my right underneath me before I hit the cushioning face first, my left arm is pinned to the small of my back.

The fingers of his left run up my spine, between the shoulders, over the nape of my neck and into my hair, hooks the strands into them and pulls me up to my knees. „Rude.” My scalp burns a little form the harsh treatment but when his lips graze over my shoulder the words of protest turn into a quiet moan. „Very rude.” I repeat, but it’s just as unconvincing as my statement that I had a plan for this.

„So i wont find you wet if I were to touch you right now?” There is something in his tone that stops me from trying to hide the effects this has on me, because we don’t tell lies in this household. „You would.” So he would, and? That didn’t mean I couldn’t still… „Oh gods…” The tension in my hair left and just a moment later his hand is pushing my shorts to the side and proving why it didn’t even matter if I had a plan or not.

„No… stop, that’s… that’s unfair.” The strand of my hair fall into my face as I bite back a moan, his fingertips drawing slow circles, his lips brushing softly against my neck. „Sue me.” Oh how I hate him right now, with his hand shoved into my bottoms and his teeth digging into my skin. „I might, for…” No matter how badly I want to finish my threat, the second he picks up the pace my knees get weak and the words fall from my tongue very involuntarily as he pushes two fingers into me. My eyes press shut, this is so bad, I can’t let him win this easily, that would be embarrassing. So i throw myself backwards, his back on the pillows, my back on his chest and I hear his breath escaping from his lungs. He might be able to lift me just like that, but I’m still tall and can use the weight it gives me. I still almost give in when his arm wraps around me to stop me from falling from the couch when he turns sideways, instead of catching himself. But that little surge of affection is my doom, he traps my right leg between his, rolls me to my back and pins me down with a hand around my throat, forcing my hand to follow due to the damn ribbon. „I hate you.” He shakes his head, smiling down at me like we both know ending up underneath him was always the plan.

„I hate you too.” He pulls up my left leg, placing it onto his shoulder, leaving soft kisses along my calve while he moves my shorts to the side. „Do you want to loose now or in a few minutes?” When I roll my eyes he bites the spot he had just kissed, leaving me moaning, the only thing keeping the noise down is his hand that squeezes my neck again. „Fuck you…” Defiance flashes over my face. „You will regret that.”

As he bottoms out fully the whole ’keeping it together’ thing is dead and buried for me, all sense of pride gone with it.

His nails dig into my leg, holding it against his chest as his hips snap against mine, pushing em deeper into the pillows of the couch. I forget about the game and the ribbon completely when his fingers find my clit once more, heat curses through me and sets every cell on fire on it’s way down my spine.

„Please… fuck, please!” He shakes his head again, leaving me hanging dry. „You could have been nicer.” I still refuse to apologize for being rude before, so he he made me lose our little ribbon-game.

One time.

Two times.

Three times.

Five times.

Eight times.

„I can’t anymore, it’s too much!” I cry out, but he doesn’t slow down, he keeps the stead pace of his tongue on me, my legs shaking uncontrollably as he forces yet another climax out of my body. „Nine is such an odd number, we should go for ten, don’t you think?” Tears roll down my cheeks, my left is stuck with right, our fingers interlaced and holding my thighs open for him.

It’s not that I don’t enjoy it, my safe word is on the tip of my tongue but I want to prove I can take it, I am only working for my pride here, unwilling to apologize but when he drags his tongue through my wet folds with a little more pressure I start crumbling underneath his torture.

„I’m sorry!” I bring out, the nails of my right hand digging into the sheets so hard the fabric gives in. „There, I said it!” I can feel his breath against my  heated skin, the tension in my body heightens every time his fingers inside me curl. „Too late doll.” The last two were already more than I could take, switching between pleasure and pain as I can’t decide if I need to say the one thing that will make him stop.

„Just your tongue, please…” I am too prideful to give in, but I hope he grants me a little mercy. His left grabs my right hand, pinning it to my thigh like he did on the other side as well, holding me open as he devours me for his very own pleasure.

Needless to say he doesn’t stop at ten.

Needless to say I take it like a good girl.

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Confidently I set the rather worn red ribbon onto the dinning table, his eyes lighting up with amusement, I just came home from a night out with the girls, too much rum made me wanna fight someone like I was Captain Jack Sparrow, so my man came in very handy. „You think you can take me little doll?” I silently take off my rings and the bracelets. „Get up bird. I want my revenge.”

He grabs the ribbon from the table, hoists me onto his waist unexpectedly and then carries me to the bedroom when I get dropped onto the bed. He is on his knees before me, pulling down the zipper of my over knee boots and taking both of them off. „Keep those on. Just. Those.”

While I get rid off my dress he unravels the silk ribbon, I can’t help but to feel excited.

Just in black lace and fishnets I sit on his lap, my left wrist tied to his right, again he smiles as he kisses me. Again we heavily make out and with the proper buzz I have going on I smile right back, alcohol infused confidence overshadowing his sober one. „This time I will fight dirty.” I warn him. „I mean it.”

He only laughs a little but oh how he stops that when I grab his hair with my left, because this time I actually came with a plan. Also i sit here in one of his favorite outfits, so I use that to my advantage too. With my makeup still on and my hair in two French braids I look so much more in control than I really am, the dark colors and dim light that shines in from the hallway makes me look just a little more dangerous.

When I dispose my weight more onto his thighs I get to reach into his sweats, finding him just as aroused as I feel. My lips crash against his while I wrap my fingers around him, my right moving just a little, just to give his body something to focus on. „Not fair.” „Told you.” 

[writtenbydarling]

Doorframes

When my Husband came home after work, it was already 1:30 am he findings me as I sit on the kitchen counter, a cup of steaming hot tea in my hands.

„Were you waiting for me?” “I did, yes.” I jump down and walk towards him, handing him the tea.

It’s the middle of winter and ice cold. He chuckles at the gesture and takes the mug into one hand, wraps his other hand around my waist and pulls me closer.

“You didn’t have to, my love, I can take care of myself”

“But why would i let that happen?” I wet my thumb and wipe a drop off of his lip, licking it off after he takes a sip. “Is it good??” i ask. Sometimes i get it right, sometimes I don’t. „It’s perfect, thank you.”

He leans down and rest his forehead against mine. ”You want a taste, don’t you?” “i always want a taste. Just not of your tea.” i look up at his eyes, a deep forest green, drawing me in and making me wrap my arms around his neck to steal a kiss. He chuckles huskily and pulls me closer to his chest, hums into the kiss and deepens it before slowly backing up again. He smirks while placing the mug onto the counter. “Are you not to tired after waiting this long?” He chuckles and grabs both of my thighs and lifts me up, pinning me against the wall, I lock my legs around his hips before replying “I never too tired for my husband.” “fuck… baby…” he curses when he hoists me ha little higher with fluent movement. my back scratches over the wall and i press my lips against his again.

He smirks and groans into the kiss as he tightens his grip, his fingers dig into my skin, he’d definitely leave marks, I whine when he breaks the kiss and nips at my bottom lip.

“i guess my little  wife can’t keep her hands to herself, can she?” "Said the man that love to keep me underneath him all night without giving me a damn break." I chuckle, my lips trail from his lips down his jawline and from there to his neck, licking the spot right above his pulse. I smiled against his skin when I heard his heart picking up the pace.

He chuckles huskily and leans his head to the side, giving me better access to his skin, groaning quietly when I trail your lips across his neck,  when I  lick his pulse point. He tightens his grip on my thighs and nips gently on my shoulder. "If you keep on doing that, I will bite you.” I let out a soft moan at the thought, the thought of him digging his teeth into me. “If you do that, I won’t be responsible for what happens after.” "Shit..." One hand I weave through his short hair, grabbing it right at the back of his head and pulling his head to the side further. With the other I pull the collar of his  shirt to the side to make his neck even more accessible before I sink my rather sharp teeth into the crook of his neck.

He lets his head fall back, and lets out a guttural groan, tightens his hold so he’s sure I’ll have fingerprint shaped bruises on me tomorrow

I don’t even bite hard, no. i only bite because i know he loves it. Because i love it. Because i love how much his body heats up against me. Because i love the sounds he makes when i do so.

I have no idea when he started moving towards the bedroom, but i clearly notice how my back hits the frame of the bedroom door while his tongue pushes into my mouth. Only for a second though because before i can complain he pushes me against it even harder and sinks deep inside himself. I can only gasp for air as he starts fucking me like his life depends on it and maybe it does, maybe he loves me so much he will die if I don’t drip him down my thighs.

He let’s out a low animalistic growl from the depths of his chest as he pushes me against the door, he loves the sight of me,head thrown back and eyes closed as I try not to scream too loud.

He breaks away from the kiss and licks over my neck, nipping and biting, marking me as his, making sure that I know I am his in every way, shape or form

I can feel how his breath is becoming hotter and hotter. How his nails start digging into my skin. With every snap of his hips towards me i rise a little higher on his waist until i can grab the frame of the door and actively meet his movements.

Which makes him loose control completely, I can see it in his face, the way his eyes press shut and his cheeks tint red.

“I love you” i whisper into the darkness of the room. He lets out a snarl  against my neck at my words.

He takes me roughly, pretty sure my back will be black and blue by tomorrow, but i don’t mind, also i don’t want it differently.

He’s a monster.

I’m a monster.

And we hurt nobody with what we do, so we don’t really care except to keep the noise down.

Gladly my husband is experienced enough to perfectly control his own mouth, so i receive one last passionate kiss before he picks up the pace, his hands under my knees, pressing me against the doorframe and holding me there. Relentlessly using my body to his liking while hang in his grip, helpless, enjoying every second. I let him have me his way, letting him take me apart over and over again until i was a trembling and leaking mess in his arms.

[writtenbydarling]

BBQ

The barbecue my parents hosted was filled with almost the whole street, everyone brought something, the kids were playing in the backyard and the whole evening was filled with laughter. We had only moved here recently after I finished my apprenticeship, new to the neighborhood and new to the job.

I had put on my prettiest dress, something light and floral, making me look a little older but still cute. I had my eyes on him all day and when I noticed him disappearing later in the evening when the bonfire got higher and the beer crates got emptier I stood up from my chair and went to search for him.

It took me a few moments but I found him further in the back, between the trees at the little pond my mother loved so much. He just sat there with his beer, starring into the water. „Pretty loud over there, huh?” I started the conversation, sitting down next to him on the little bench a bottle of beer loosely hanging from my grip, barely anything missing.

I wasn't much of a drinker and only took it so nobody would comment on that fact. Also I felt like I was too young to understand the jokes of the adults but too old to understand the jokes of the kids. Only 25, my whole life in front of me, new to the job in the new branch office of my father. He was 43, all grown up, divorced, experienced.

He chuckled, smiling faintly. “Yeah, a little.” He said with slight sarcasm. “But still, I’ve been deployed overseas for 25 years. Sometimes I wonder if I’m out of touch.” He took a puff of his cigarette. “You’re young. You fit in pretty well with them from what I noticed. They seem to like you, too.” He said, nodding towards the house where the party was up and running behind the thick trees.

"Maybe." I say vaguely, leaning back my head and closing my eyes. "I don't understand a single joke." I shake my head a little, deciding to take out the hair tie that has been holding the bun all day. As I scratch over my scalp the strand unravels and falls down to the small of my back. He looked over at me, watching as it falls down. He hums, nodding a bit. “Your hair is very long.” He comments.

"Is that a statement or a compliment?" I ask, looking over at him with half a smile.

“It’s just a statement.” He chuckles a little. “You’re hair looks nice like that.” He shrugged a bit, leaning back against the backrest of the little wooden bench.

He watched you with curiosity, seeing the half smile on your face. “What, you didn’t get compliments much where you’re from?” He jokingly asked.

"It might sound funny, but back home I'm considered average." Back where we came from the women were much prettier than I was. I thought I was a solid 6 out of 10 there. Here? a clear 10 out of 10, even on a bad day. He took in your appearance, with the half smile on my face, the low evening sun hitting me features just right.

He nodded a bit. “In my humble opinion, you are far from average.”

His smile flashes over his face faintly as he took another puff of his cigarette, his eyes not leaving me.

"Sir, you shouldn't say such things. Someone could think you're flirting with me."

I take a tiny sip of my beer, trying to keep my eyes off of him. My head is spinning with suppressed desire, something I really shouldn't feel. He could be my dad, I shouldn't want him to flirt with me. But oh I did want it.

“Maybe I am flirting with you.” He said bluntly, the faint smile still on his lips. He took another puff of his cigarette, watching for my reaction. He observed me closely in silence, taking in my attire, wandering over the formfitting dress, his eyes studying me, searching, almost staring at me.

"Maybe I would like that." I reply, not even looking at him, but up into the sky. Guys my age were boring as fuck. 10 years older was a little better, they at least knew who they were. But 20 years older? He knew where he stood in life, he had it all figured out and that was insanely hot to me.

He hummed quietly, taking in my response. His gaze flicked over my body again, seeing the full chest and small waist I had me, the good genetics of my mother. Showing off my curves and he couldn’t help but picture what’s underneath. He followed my gaze to the sky, smiling gently. “You know, I am old enough to be your dad.” He said rather jokingly.

"Do you want me to call you Daddy?" I ask Rin return, chuckling darkly as I take another sip of my beer.

It's meant as a joke, but the way he looks down at me tells me I might have been hitting home with that comment. Apparently he does likes his women more on the younger side. Who would have thought?

His expression changes ever so slightly and for a moment, he was caught off guard and surprised by my words.

He laughed a little in response, but the tone he made was more dark than expected. “Careful, I might just take you up on that offer.” He took another long puff of his cigarette, the smile still on his face as his eyes were on me one more.

I nearly choke on my beer at his words. "Fuck..." I bring out as I cough a little. When I regain my composure my cheeks are flushed, but not only because of the beer. I wouldn't mind calling him Daddy.

His expression changes more into a satisfied smirk, amused by the fact that I was blushing like crazy.

He continued to stare at me, the cigarette loosely in his hand. “You really like the idea of calling me that, hmm?”

he asked quietly, leaning closer. I look back up at him, turning towards him, scooting nearer until my shoulder is almost touching his. "What if I said yes?"

He inhaled deeply I was looking up at him with a smirk on my face, his gaze darkening, looking down at me with a smirk. His eyes glanced over my face, trying to find the thoughts going through my head as he sat there in next me, only a breath away. His gaze was piercing, almost like it was staring into my soul. “You’d be the first.” He added calmly.

"The first one young enough to make it feel exciting?" I don't know why I hook my finger into his collar and pull him closer, making up the distance until my lips are almost against his. “Something like that.” He hummed quietly, his voice coming out as more of a growl.

Mischief settled into my eyes, I was planning something, probably his downfall and when I spoke again he was able to feel my soft lips brushing against his. "If I were to call you that, would it be get in trouble?" We still sat on a small bench in the furthest corner of the large backyard, hidden behind trees and bushes. The noise from the party just a little away from us was loud, laughter and screaming kids, so it was kinda risky, which only excited me even more.

His heart started to thump a beat faster, I was able to see the vein at his temple pulsing, not knowing what I was up to besides something very taboo. Especially now, when my lips were on his as I spoke. He exhaled softly through his nostrils. “Not if we don’t get caught, no.” His voice was low, almost like a murmur.

My hands were undoing his belt while my lips finally made real contact with his, something I had been dreaming about for quite some time now, laying in my bed at night thinking about that one neighbor I saw on his morning run one day. He didn't even noticed what I was doing until my hand slipped into his boxers.

At first, he was too focused on my lips against his, his hand had went to my waist and gripped it somewhat possessively. He quickly pulled back, breathing hard, panting heavily as his mind went fuzzy for a moment, looking down at me, his grip tightening. “What are you doing?”

"Something I definitely shouldn't." He doesn't stop me, we both know he could at any given time, also there is people nearby, my parents are nearby, but he let's me wrap my fingers around him, slowly moving my hand, making him groan quietly.

He could stop me, he could pull away. Push me away and put an end to what just started, but he didn’t. He didn’t stop me, and maybe it was because part of him likes it. The part of him that found an attraction to someone half his age, one that shouldn’t exist, because it was too inappropriate. He groans again, closing his eyes as he leans his weight against the bench. “This is so wrong…”

With a soft chuckle I drop to my knees, making the whole situation even more inappropriate than it already is. But he doesn't complain, instead he grabs my hair and leads my movements, correcting the angle, showing that he really does know what he's doing. It doesn't take me long to figure out he likes me to look up at him, he's an absolute sucker for my eyes apparently. His hips snap against my face until my eyes are watering and my nose touches his stomach. He mindlessly babbles something about rules, about the 20 years age difference, but the way he spills down my throat tells me he's more than fine with me on my knees before him.

When he pulls back I greedily suck in a breath, filling my lungs with air again after holding out for quite some time. Tears running down my cheeks as he pulls me onto his lap, crashing his lips into mine. I think thats it, but he just rubs his still hard length up and down, teasing me, keeping my back nicely arched as he wraps his arms around my waist. "Fuck..." I curse and his reaction is immediate, a shudder runs down his spine and he almost grows against my neck. He was not done with me yet, no matter how far this could get both of us in trouble. He was too far gone, the lust clouding his mind. His only thought was how to get any sort of release now. Only when he feels me dripping for him he pulls my panties to the side, thrusts in and bottoms out fully, deep and without mercy, just like he did with my face. I can only grab the backrest of the bench tightly and enjoy the ride. At least the view is beautiful.

When I curse he slaps my face absolutely not liking my the vulgar words that spill from my lips. "Please... I won't do it again!" I promise him, feeling redness taking over my cheek quickly. "I'm sorry Daddy." I plead for mercy. But the only thing that is happening is that he grabs my hips and I loose the little composure I had, my body bouncing on his lap like I'm just a pretty little doll in a pretty little dress.

Apparently someone half his age and weight calling him Daddy made him go absolutely feral, because he made me drool and beg for mercy, maybe I had bitten off more than I could chew? His hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my airways to muffle my moans that were rising up in my throat. Which resulted in me getting tighter around him, so much tighter.

I had absolutely no idea how he managed to not make me scream with the pace he was setting, I think the only think I remember really was the fact that he made me call him Daddy over and over again.

About 45 minutes after he puts my hair into a neat braid, slapped my ass again and told me to go back to the party before following a few minutes after.

[writtenbydarling]

Senseless Violence

I was just talking to one of his friends we had agreed to meet here in the bar, on my way back to the group from the restrooms, when i saw some blonde trying her luck with my husband. I knew myself he would never give her a shot, it wasn’t him i was worried about. It was her. And her outfit and body language screamed *easy*.

I froze mid-word, my eyes narrowing as she dared to touch what was mine and then she had the audacity to make eye contact with me while having her dirty little fingers on my man. I would break each one, every single damn bone.

When she came over, beelining for me, a few other men were making space, already knowing it was better to stand back a little. Most here knew me, either because i was *his* Mrs. or because of my dyed hair, We came here quite often since my Husband was friends with the owners. The closer she came the more my nails dug into my palms as i tried to stay calm. She was probably just drunk and i didn’t want to make a scene.

In theory.

John was watching the two of us like an eagle, ready to swoop in if needed. He could see I were getting more and more on edge. The other woman wasn’t quite as observant, and stopped mere inches from me.

“Hey. I’m Amy.” she said, as if that was going to make a damn bit of difference.

“You’re the one here with John, huh?” she asked, eyes raking over my figure, as if she was trying to size me up.

With my 5’7 i was rather tall for a woman, nothing compared to the men around here, but definitely taller than her 5’4. While she was in a cute little dress i wore black cargos and a olive green long sleeve. Her hair and makeup looked professional and flawless while i had my hair in two simple braid and only a little mascara on.

“I’m a girls girl, which is why i’m gonna say it once and once only. Fuck off bitch.”

My tone was dry, void of any warmth, a little raspy even. It was the tone i used on my coworkers, the tone of a woman in charge. But apparently she was too intoxicated to understand the danger she was in.

She took a small drunken step closer, as if my warning was a challenge rather than a threat. Her face was set in a cute pout. “Awwww…what’s up, sweetie? Afraid of a lil’ competition?”

John’s gut twisted with irritation. Part of him didn’t want his wife getting hurt, the other part secretly looking forward to me putting Amy in her place.

I looked over at John, seeing the worry on his face.

Not worried about me, never. Worried about the possible bloodbath. It was common knowledge that i was a little crazy.

“Your left?” i point to the hand with which she had touched him, wanting her to confirm it.

Before she knew what was happening i caught her hand and started bending her fingers into the wrong direction with brute force. When i heard the first crack i started smirking. When she started struggling and screaming, i started smiled.

She tried to get out of my bone-breaking grip, but i didn’t let her until i was sure every tiny little bone was ruined and every joint broken.

“Damn…” John muttered and watched with slight fascination as her screams echoed through the pub. A few men, and John’s friends were watching on with a mixture of horror and fascination, as the woman’s shrieks grew higher and higher. At least three of her fingers were crooked at odd, unnatural angles. She tried to fight back against me, but even a sober fighter wouldn’t stand a chance against someone who was trained in Mixed Martial Arts from a very young age, drunk and clinically insane.

“I don’t have competition. He is mine.” I say, the smile on my face looks more like i just ate a piece of cake and not like i ruined a persons hand forever.

John had to stop himself from showing a very different type of reaction, and a small grin threatened to break over his face.

The look on the woman’s face was horror and disbelief and her screaming had stopped, having switched to ragged and painful sobs.

One of his friends shook his head from the bar. “Fuck man. She’s more crazy than you.”

I drop the woman’s hand, walking past her and leaving her on the ground. Where she belongs in my opinion. I sit down on my stool next to my husband at the bar as if i didn’t just casually broke 27 tiny little bones.

John could see I was completely unfazed by what I had done. Hell, if anything I were a little smug. Hie friends looked shocked, John himself chuckled under his breath and sat up to speak to me. “She was cute, by the way.” He teased, knowing it would get a reaction from me.

“Don’t think just because i married you i won’t break your hand as well.” i warn him, my piercing gaze locked in on his. “Oh I’m sure you’d try.” John retorted with a raised eyebrow. He knew very well I could kick his ass if I really wanted to. He also knew that wouldn’t stop him from throwing me over his shoulder and hauling me out of the bar and across his lap.

Everyone knew John was the only person alive able to keep me in check. One word, one snap of his fingers and i was an obedient little pet for him. No matter how violent i got, he made me feel like the softest doll. He chuckled once more. “You gonna be good now, baby’?” he asked and gave me a cocky smile.

“Yes Sir.” i reply, taking my drink and downing half of it in one go. He smirked and put a hand on my thigh. “Good girl. Didn’t want to have to bend you over my knee.”

John would never correct me in public, only ever in private, so I knew i was in for a punishment for what i did tonight. I hid behind my glass, not scared but weak in the knees.

Oh, he was going to smack the hell out of me. In return, I’ll probably enjoy the ‘punishment’ just as much as he did. John squeezed my thigh, sensing my shift in body language as a tell-tale sign of my submission. His friends had started chatting between themselves again, but Simons eyes were still trained on me, watching my form like a sniper would watch a target from hundreds of meters away.

The night went on, the girl had been brought to the hospital in a cab, but i already forgot about her. I didn’t care at all. The only person i cared about, next to myself, was John. While we all talked, drank and laughed, Simon seemed to sneak a little closer, but i didn’t even noticed, too focused on my own man.

The others were deep in discussions, while John chatted and chuckled with them, watching me like a hawk. Simon, however, was still observing me. The way the lights of the pub caught in my hair, how the rings on my fingers glinted as I played with my glass. The way my eyes darted to watch him, but otherwise I stood pretty still.

I was completely caught up in a conversation with the group, leaning over John’s lap a little to hear them better in the loud pub. His hand tugged into one of my back pockets, squeezing my ass firmly.

His hand rested on me, a possessive touch, his eyes flicking to Simon every now and then, making sure his friend would not come too close.

One of the guys chuckled at something I said and leaned closer to me to yell over the noise of the busy pub. He was a little too close for Johns liking. The hand in my pocket gave me another firm squeeze. A warning.

I immediately reacted, leaning back a but and snuggling into John’s chest a little. I had absolutely no interest in other people, not even a tiny bit, so i gladly showed how much i wanted only my husband. I didn’t even paused my conversation, nobody noticed the wordless order i had received. Nobody would have guessed just how much in charge my man really was, especially not Simon. I wore quite a few rings on my fingers, all over the knuckles, all silver. All but one. My wedding ring was gold, just like his, simply because he wanted it to stand out and i hadn’t protested in the slightest. He was almost as possessive as i was, he was just able to hide it better.

 John watched the exchange like it was a movie unfolding, he caught the way the gold ring on my finger seemed to glow under the pub lights. He couldn’t help the way his gaze darted to the back of my neck, where my tattooed skin was exposed. There was something about me that was almost animalistic; feral and dangerous. It made me all the more fascinating and exciting to him.

While i kept joking around with the guys, i completely missed that Simon kept starring at me, i completely missed that John starred at him starring.

I was still leaning over my husband’s lap to talk to the others, my side pressed against his chest.

John knew what that look meant Simon had in his eyes. Hunger. But the man was too smart to do something like that Amy-Chick had tried. He knew i was crazy and he knew i would do anything to please my Husband. So if he wanted a piece of me, he had to go through his own friend and the intoxication made it seem like a good idea more and more.

After a bit, John decided he’d had enough of Simon eyeing me up like a piece of meat. He had been waiting patiently for the man to realize his mistake, but it clearly wasn’t happening.

“Don’t you even think about it, man”

Simon glanced back, surprised by John’s tone. It didn’t sound angry, just commanding. A warning. “Why, are you worried?” Simon joked, an attempt to mask his own shock that John had figured out his staring.

“Don’t get smart with me. You’re not getting anywhere near my wife.”

Although Johns tone was firm, there wasn’t a hint of anger. Instead, he spoke as if he was stating an irrefutable fact. “I know you. She ain’t on the menu. I saw that look in your eyes. If you have enough balls, you can go chase some other bird around. But not this one.”

“You used to share.” Simon looks at his friend with a smug grin. Back before John got married to me he didn’t mind if one of his guys put their hands on the girl that came out of his room. But i wasn’t just some random girl. I was his little bird. His wife.

He placed his hands on my hip and held me a bit tighter, keeping me against his chest.

“That was years ago. Can’t you get your own bird to chase?” I was too deep into the conversation with the others, too intoxicated already to hear the conversation behind my back. I was still bend over Johns lap, so Simon had quite the nice view of my rear and back. The small waist that made my shirt ride up and expose a little bit of skin and tattoos. Tattoos that Simon really wanted to explore because he had always wondered how far they went. I was known to always wear long sleeves and pants. Not even in the hottest summers i wore something short. “But yours is so pretty.”

John had to stop himself from letting out a possessive growl as he watched Simon staring again. This time, he let his eyes roam over my frame, taking in my body. His eyes lingering on the flash of skin between my shirt and cargos.

A possessive hand slid under my shirt, holding me close and firmly, I snuggled impossibly closer. “You don’t know what you’re getting yourself into.” He warned.

Simon had absolutely no idea how wild i really was, how much of a challenge it was for my seasoned Husband to keep me in check. Sure, i was cute and as pretty as they came, but that only concealed the crazy. I wasn’t just some cute little thing, i was a dangerous sociopath with a long history of violence that needed constant surveillance. Sure, i was absolutely obedient for my husband, but Simon had seen himself that i had absolutely no conscience when it came to torturing or maiming someone that got in my way. In his head i was a pretty little thing that needed a firm hand. But his friend knew that i was bat shit insane and always only half a second away from combusting into a thunderstorm of violence.

But Simon’s smile was so smug that John felt the urge to let him try his luck and to see how i reacted.

Simon was cocky, he thought he knew me. He saw how I obeyed John, how I was completely devoted to him. I looked like a pretty little doll, but Simon didn’t realize just how insane I really was. John could see the cocky confidence in his eyes. Simon was already convinced he could handle me, even if John had tried to warn him.

John had to admit, knowing how I was, it would be kind of funny to let his friend give it a try.

“You think you can handle her?”

John smirked, a challenge.

Simon returned that same cocky grin.

“She looks well behaved enough. Can’t imagine it’s too hard to tame a good girl like that.”

John’s mouth twitched into a smirk, holding back a laugh.

If only they knew. “Go on then. See if you can get her to give you a bit of attention”

When John pulled his hand out of my back pocket i looked up at him, just completely cutting off the conversation i had been in. “What did just happen?” i asked when i saw him starring at Simon instead of me, with a smile that seemed to be a mix of malevolence and knowledge.

John’s smirk grew at the look on my face. I could instantly tell something was up between him and Simon. But I couldn’t put my finger on it.

“Simon just wants a bit of your attention, sweet bird” He said, keeping his hand on my hip, holding me close.

I raise a brow in confusion.

“I beg you pardon?” i loved that phrase and had copied it immediately when i heard it for the first time. John’s smirk only grew wider at my facial expression. Simon kept staring at me, with a strange mixture of curiosity and confidence. “You heard me. I’m letting Simon have a taste of you.” The disgust on my face was louder than any word would have been. Not that Simon wasn’t attractive, but he wasn’t John. “Why?”

John chuckled at my tone of voice. Of course he knew I would have a reaction like this. I would never accept any man apart from him. Simon just smirked at your expression, unbothered by my reaction. “You’re a challenge I want to try.” he told me, his voice so casual and smug, like he had no doubt that I would give in to him.

„I will fucking kill you if you touch me.“ not a threat, a promise.

John gave a proud smirk at my words. Simon seemed amused by my reaction. He didn’t seem scared of my threat, just more determined. It was almost like he was excited by it.

“That’s cute. But John here says I can have a taste. So how about we make a bet?”

„I hate bets, and i hate you. Fuck off.“ I shoot him a death glare, down my beer in one go and then get up to get another one at the bar. John chuckled and watched me stalking off, Simon was staring after me, a sly smirk his lips. He leaned closer so only my Husband could hear him.

“She’s a feral one, ain’t she?”

John watched me too, watching me grabbing a pack of salty sticks from behind the bar when the barkeeper wasn’t looking..

“That? That’s absolutely nothing. Let’s just say she has some issues with authority”

He chuckled and took a sip of his own drink. „Then why did she marry you? Don’t tell me she’s in charge?“

John has to hold back a laugh. That was the biggest joke of the week.

“You kidding? No chance she’s in charge. I can control her well enough.”

He chuckles as he watches me wander back to our spot with a beer in one hand and a packet of snacks in the other. I sit down on John’s lap like it‘s my throne, killing Simon with my eyes.

A small hint of anger seemed to flash in his eyes when I sat down demonstratively on my husband’s lap. John smirked and placed a hand on my hip, pulling me a little closer. “Problem?”

„John, either you tell him to stop fucking me with his eyes or i show him what i did to you when you proposed to me.“ My voice is colder than ice. He remembers the day vividly, how could he ever forget that i threw a knife at him because I didn’t knew how ton react. John smirked and chuckled at that memory. It was a moment that summed me up perfectly. It was Simon had underestimated just how violent and aggressive I could be.

Simon just narrowed his eyes at my threats and the warning in my voice. Instead of scaring him, it only made him more intrigued.

“You really think you can do that?” He asked, challenging me.

„John…“ my voice dropped into a low growl, my very last warning that i was about to explode.

John chuckled again. He had heard that low growl so many times before. And he knew what it meant. Simon seemed a bit surprised by the change in my voice. But he smirked defiantly, practically begging for me to explode. John felt me moving before Simon saw it, but his crashed into the ground with a blade to his throat and his little bird kneeling on his chest.

This was the first time he had been on the receiving end of my anger.

Simons eyes widened to see me move so fast. One moment I were sitting in my husband’s lap, the next I was pinning him to the floor.

He instantly understood how badly he had underestimated me. John chuckled at the sight, unbothered. “Told you.”

„Wipe that smirk off your face before i do it.“ i  tell Simon, but he only smiles wider. So i backhand him, the knife still in my fist, my knuckles hit his cheekbone and i hear a very satisfying crack. This is the second time this evening i‘m breaking bones and its only my third or fourth beer.

Simon let out a pained grunt as his head was snapped to the side by the force and he felt the crack of his cheekbone breaking. He slowly looked back up to me, pain written across his face. But it was the look in his eyes that surprised John the most. Instead of the anger or shock that would be expected, there was only something like satisfaction. He looked happy that I had hit him.

„Motherfuc…“ i didn‘t got any further before he grabbed me by my hair and kissed me without a warning. I was too stunned to react. It took me a good three seconds but then i saw blood red. I moved my leg around his arm, swung my weight around and flipped him onto his stomach, grabbed a fist full of his hair and placed my knife back onto his throat. I was seconds from killing him. But before i could pull my blade through his throat John wrapped both arms around my chest and lifted me off of his friend.

John didn’t had to see my eyes to know the murder inside them and acted in an instant. He only held me tightly to his chest.

Simon got to his feet, and the others were just staring with their mouths open.

I was cussing in my native tongue, calling him names so foul they would wake the dead. Kicking my legs in hope i would break free but my husband held me tightly. “Yeah, sweet bird. Save those words for me” John whispered in my ear.

He kept his strong arms wrapped around me, holding me tight against him and making it impossible for me to escape or break free. Simon just looked sheepish, a mixture of shock, fascination, and excitement on his face. When i didn‘t stop my tantrum John bit me, his teeth closing on the side of my neck painfully hard, almost breaking the skin. He knew the pain would calm me down and when he applied more pressure i when limp and whined little.

My bottom lip trembled, but my eyes were as soft as non of the others had ever seen them before. The deep indents of my husbands teeth were clearly visible, apparently i needed to be out-violenced to stop combusting.

When i was set down onto the ground again i pouted and sat down on my own chair, a bit like a puppy that had gotten scolded. John sat down next to me again, his hand on my thigh once more, keeping me close to him. He wasn’t taking any more chances now.

Simon had also sat down again, though much more gingerly now, watching me closely. He couldn’t get over just how differently I acted now.

„Alright, i don’t want her. Fine?“ John kept a possessive hold on me, a small satisfied smile on his face now that Simon had backed down. “Smart move, man”

[writtenbydarling]

Good Boy

I knew he sometimes got a little caught up in his sets, loosing count of the reps he already did, the numbers slipping from his mind, so popped in to remind him, moved underneath his body to stop him from his stupid push-ups. "Your timer ran out 10 minutes ago, it's enough."

I place kisses along his jaw until I reach his neck. When he still doesn't stop I bite down hard.

The sudden bite caught him off guard, his smirk faded as he let out a sharp whine.

He lowered himself, placing his forehead on my shoulder. “You are a naughty woman..” he said in-between pants, trying to catch his breath again.

"And you don't know when to stop, so I gotta look out for you." I run my nails over his scalp and he whines, I know he loves this. He shivered softly from my touch, tilting his head back and sighing blissfully, burying his face in the crook of my neck, inhaling deeply. I continue the little massage, going down his neck as well, then over his shoulders. He chuckles lowly, his muscles stiff then relaxed at my touch. He hummed at the feeling, placing a kiss on my neck every now and then, enjoying this gentle treatment too much, his breaths becoming heavier. “You’re.. too good at this...”

"I'm your wife, I know what's good for you." We weren't even married, but I had this 'slight' obsession since the day we met and he introduced me to people as his wife by now anyway. There wasn't a single day I let him out of the bed without a bunch of hickeys. He was mine and I made sure no other woman dared to touch him. In return I cared for him as a good wife would. That included knowing when and where to stop him from overdoing things.

He sighed yet again when my finger rubbed a certain point on his back. He relaxed, lazily nipping at the skin of my neck. Just enjoying my touch, but his thoughts had wandered into a rather dirty area. “I’m supposed to be the dominant one, you know..”

"You're my sweet little puppy, shut up." I find a very tight knot and work it out of his back, all while being stuck underneath him, but I don't mind at all. I like it here.

He let out a soft and sharp whine his muscles were sensitive after the strenuous work out, making my touch feel even better.

He groaned against my skin, placed several kisses to every spot he could reach. It was almost as if he were trying to distract himself from the good feeling. “You’re so mean...”

"If I were mean, I'd put a collar with my name around your neck."

I already carved my name into his thigh once, after he was flirting with a woman at a bar. I didn't like that at all. We weren't committed at that point, but I changed it the very same night. He let out a low whine, knowing that I’d make good on it, he knew I was that possessive. And he’d be lying if he said it didn’t turn him on when I got like that, because every time that side of me showed he got impossibly hard.

He shifted, his arms going under my body, then he rolled us over, making me straddling him, while he was laying on his back. He smirked up at me, clearly enjoying the view. "You're not saying no." I warn him. "And if you smile at me like that I might do it.”

I was already planning out the design in my head. My palms were on his broad chest, keeping myself steady as I rolled my hips ever so slightly and he let out a low groan. His hands came up to my waist then and I had a feeling he would agree to it if I asked directly.

“Do what? Put a collar on me?” He bit his lip, restraining himself from a smirk, but he failed.

"With my name on it." I add sweetly, rolling my hips once more just to see his eyes loosing focus for a split second. His hands gripped me a little tighter, a shudder ran up his spine, he was such a mess for me, groaning softly at the thought of the collar, closing his eyes and biting his lip “You’re.. such a tease…”

"Oh no, you better look at me right now.”

I know that face, I know he likes the idea, so I can’t have him take his eyes off me in this very moment. I grab his chin, angling his head a little, making his eyes open again, all soft for me.

He looked like a lost puppy, completely devoted to me. When I held his chin he held back a pitiful whimper, knowing that I would put him in his place every damn time But I never had to, he chose to be underneath me, so his devotion, his submission, felt even sweeter because it was given so willingly.

He could snap my neck at any given moment, but he chose to be mine, he chose to be soft for me and I adored him for it. I was his little hellion, wreaking havoc left and right. At work is was known to be the scary one, always dressed in black, always frowning. But for him? Wife, Future Mother of his children, Cleaning Lady, Assistant, Plaything. I was everything he had ever dreamt of wrapped in a pretty face, sweet only ever for him. Outside I of course let him take the role of the one in charge, but this man needed me to tell a waitress she got his order wrong because he didn’t wanted to upset anybody. "You're mine. Say it. Say that I own you.”

His body went completely soft underneath me, he was putty in my hands. His muscles relaxed, at my mercy. At the sound of my command, he responded like a well trained puppy, he didn’t even hesitate, he knew he was utterly mine. “You… you own me.. I’m yours, only yours..” His heart belonged to me completely, he’d do anything for me, anything to make me happy. "You're so fucking perfect, I will keep you forever." I lean down and kiss him until both of us run out of breath.

He kissed me back just as passionate, cupping my face with both hands and holding me close. His mouth was practically glued to mine, every now and then he’d let out a soft whine or moan. He craved my touch, the feel of my body against his. He was so utterly addicted, just like I was, and I never heard him complain.

“Such a good boy for me.” i purr, grinding against him. He let out a whine, his body tensing. He was a mess for me and I knew it, he knew it. He was holding onto me as he desperately tried to hold himself together, letting out a sharp whine when I called him a good boy “Don’t… don’t say that…”

“But are you not?” I know how easy it was to rile him up, i know how little it takes to get him painfully hard. “Don’t you wanna be my good boy?” He let out another pathetic whine, his hips twitching, trying desperately to not buck up against me. “Yes.. yes I want to be...”

I trace my fingers along his throat, gently, lightly, carefully. I just want to feel him swallowing, just want to feel his pulse racing, his skin heating up. "You look so beautiful when you blush like this.” It's a side of him nobody ever get's to see. At work he is the big bad wolf, quiet and serious, the unbreakable one, the strong one. But in our own home? He's shy, timid, flustered. He doesn't need help per se, but he needs someone to help him with his mind. And my possessiveness and obsession makes him stick to routines because I know them by heart and I will call him out on any slither of dissent.

Other may call me controlling and toxic. He calls me loving and helpful. Because I give him everything he doesn't get when he's alone. "Take that off..." I tug on his shirt.

He swallowed again, shuddering softly as my fingers ran over his sensitive neck, his heartbeat going crazy in his chest, shivering and squirming. Another soft whine, then he nodded grabbed the hem of his shirt pulling it up until it was off. "I could look at you all day."

I run my nails over his bare chest, littered with scars the red and white dominating his skin. Most of them he actually gotten from me, because as much as I love him, I sometimes are a little crazy when I didn’t get my way. "You are everything I ever wanted."

I gently kiss the scar right above his heart where I had tried to stab him for looking at another woman. Then the burn scar he got while we were at his friend's house and he had to stop me from hurting someone for cussing at him. "You are everything I ever dreamed of."

I work my way down to the waistband of his sweats, feeling the effect my lips have on his marred skin. "You are all I ever think of.” It's true, everyone knows I will go absolutely feral for this man. It's impossible to catch one of us alone, either of us needs the other, like one needs air to survive. ”You consume my mind every waking and dreaming hour.”

He closed his eyes as I trailed my nails down his chest, shivering softly. When I kissed his scars his breathing hitched, his chest rising and falling quicker. He knew what he did to deserve each one, and he would let me do it again without question. He looked up at me as I ran my hands across his torso, following the path my lips took, down to the waistband of his sweats. His breath quickened once more, watching me with undeniable hunger. “I’m all yours... only yours…”

"You are the only one that makes my heart beat." Of course my heart beats, I am human, but with him? I feel that weird little organ inside of my chest every time his green eyes fall into mine, he makes it skip a beat all the time, leaving me itching and longing for him. Not even in a sexual way, not all the time at least. I just want him to be close. He lifts his hips for me as I pull the sweats down his thighs, taking his shorts with them, kissing his thigh with a hungry smile where my name is carved into his flesh. "Say it again, say you're mine.”

He swallowed, his breathing quickening as he looked up at me, his gaze filled with a fierce devotion. He was mine. He was all mine and he would do anything for me.

"I'm yours. I belong to you, only you.. I'm your possession, your property. All of me belongs to you..” He whined once more, his chest heaving. He wanted more, needed me to touch him, to leave another mark on him “Thats my good boy.”

I wrap my lips around him, making him forget why he did all those push ups in the first place. Expertly making his brain shut off completely. He has absolutely no damn choice but to dig his nails into the carpet of the living room floor. Letting out a sharp whine, his breaths short and quick, his heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He was a mess. I had full control over him, and he was going to be the best damn boy I ever had, he always was.

He stood painfully hard while I crawled back up his body, simply sitting down on him, gasping and whining as I set a slow but deep rhythm. He bit his lip, hard, trying to hold back the stream of moans that threatened to spill out of him. But it was like I knew just how to move, just how to drive him crazy. He panted heavily, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps, as his legs trembling slightly, his body shuddering.

"Non of that, let me hear you."

I pry his lips apart with my middle- and indexfinger, forcing him to let every single moan out loud. I want to hear every single one of those sounds he only ever makes for me. "Just like that, let it all out."

He sounds so damn needy as I grind my hips down, drawing out more and more sounds as I bring him closer to the edge with every movement of my body. He tried to hold his tongue, but with my fingers in his mouth he couldn’t. His body was trembling, he felt like he was losing his mind. He let out a loud, needy sounding moan, guttural and filthy. His breaths coming out ragged and I could see his eyes were going out of focus, hazed. He looked so deliciously desperate, like he would do anything, say anything, just to make me happy. "You're so good for me, behaving so well..."

I love how his eyes go in and out of focus, his pupils dilating and contracting over and over again. Heavy lidded and heated, glazed over and oh so soft. "So beautiful." I never get tired of praising him, especially when I feel his tongue around my fingers, licking and sucking on them, making my body tighten around him at the feeling, making him moan out loud in return.

Another whine, desperate and wanton, my words, my praise, driving him wild. He ached for me, craved me, loved me. He didn’t care what I did to him, how cruel I got sometimes, how I treated him when I got angry, as long as he was mine. And he was. He was all mine. He began to suck on my fingers eagerly, his tongue swirling around them, needing to do something with his mouth. He was drowning in me, unable to think or focus on anything else.

"So eager, so good for me..." I bite my lip at the sight underneath me.

"You have no idea what you do to me, don't you?" I push my fingers deeper, rubbing them over his tongue.

"You have no idea how much I need you." My thumb finds place under his chin, I hold his lower jaw open.

"I would die without you." His thighs tremble violently and I know he's about to unravel completely. I tug on his face, pulling him up into an almost sitting position, changing the angle of both our bodies.

„Look at me." My other hand finds place at the nape of his neck, squeezing a little so his eyes snap open and he looks at me again. He’s trying to form words, but with my fingers in his mouth he can’t get anything out, just moans and whined. His body trembling like crazy, getting so close, he couldn’t think, his brain was blank.

"Come for me." His eyes roll back into his head before I'm done speaking, I pull my fingers from his mouth and press my lips against his, catching his release in a passionate kiss.

His arms circle around my body, holding me close as I keep moving against him, keeping my body pressed against his because he knows I like it this way, that I need the pressure for my own pleasure. One of his hands grabs a fist full of my hair and tilts my head back, his lips latching onto my neck, sucking a deep red mark into the pale skin and his name falls from my lips like the only prayer that matters.

He feels like he's floating, my touch, my words, my voice, making all his senses go haywire. Then he's pulling me even closer, his lips wandering over my neck, marking me like I marked him, to claim me as his. He moans in between breaths, panting heavily. „Mine…"

We stay on the carpet in the living room for a while longer, curled up in each other and sharing kisses, whispered promises and just pure and unfiltered love.

[writtenbydarling]

Going Insane

Is this a graveyard?

I see him lying on the ground next to a flat black headstone with silver writing, beautifully crafted, I would want something like that.

I wanted to say something but I had no idea what, so I only move closer.

Then I see his tears, running down his temples, his green eyes framed with red as if he had been crying for quite some while now.

He was accustomed to death, just like I had been. To survive in this industry, we had to be. But he couldn’t rid himself of the grief that nestled deeply into his heart.

“You were my everything, my love” he takes a deep breath before placing a singular rose on my headstone, his voice is shaky. He never cried out loud, not once had I heard him, I only ever saw the tears silently rolling down his cheeks. Or, as right now, feel the darkness that was consuming his soul.

"Why are you so sad?" I ask him as I bend forward and look down at him directly from above his face. My hair falls down my shoulders, the tips tickling his nose.

He didn’t expect this.

His body stiffened when he heard my voice. He was hallucinating due to sleep deprivation and grief. He knew had to be, he was too smart to not notice.

He wanted to ignore my comment; he needed to. Yet when my hair tickled his nose, he inhaled deeply. The sweet scent of roses, my favorite perfume, filled his senses.

"You’re not real," he said firmly through gritted teeth.

"Then why am I here?" I ask him, tilting my head a little.

I wear my uniform, the one I wore the day he shot me, all black. Combat boots and cargo pants, a sweater with my rank and name stitched onto it with dark red thread. Blood-red. 

But I wear my hair open, which I had never been doing at work.

No. While being deployed my hair was in one or two loose braids stuffed into my armor. But at home? He loved playing with my hair, letting his fingers glide through the long strands that reached the small of my back before I died.

I watched him slowly sitting up, his hands rubbing his eyes and running over his face and into his hair. He had to be hallucinating. This was just another trick of his mind. I knew him well enough to feel the struggles his mind went through as it tried to find an explanation for my presence.

He looked at me, really looked at me. He studied my figure, every detail of me, everything he could catch to prove to himself that I wasn’t really here.

“You’re not real,” he repeated in a softer tone, his heart shattering as he looked over every inch of my appearance, flawless, without the bullet-hole he put in my head. “You can’t be… you’re dead.”

"Remember what I promised you when we got married?" I ask him, tilting my head a little more, smiling at him softly. "I said I would never leave you, and you promised to never leave me." I raise my hand and gently nudge the tip of his nose with my index finger. "That's why I had to come back, because I promised. Right?"

He was beyond gone, beyond the point of return. And he had no idea.

His grief and guild were eating him up alive so I had to be with him to get over it. To get over the fact that he shot his wife.

He shivered as I touched his nose so gently, just for a second, the memory of my promise lingering in his mind, a shy smile flashing over his face. The same smile he wore when I made that promise. But that turned into a frown quickly, laced with undeniable pain.

A wave of emotions crashed over him, anger, despair, relief. Relief because it was easier to bend the rules of his mind a little, than to accept I was dead and gone

He opened his mouth to speak, but at first nothing came out. He’d dreamt of the day I would return, but this was almost too much.

I was throwing shade onto him, he could clearly feel the difference where the sun warmed his face and where I was blocking it. He could smell the rosemary and thyme scent of my favorite shampoo. He could he the mischief in my eyes, this certain spark I carried with me all the time.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “You have to be real.”

[writtenbydarling]

Headcanon

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B loves to wear matching things, totally into the whole couples-things.

His & Hers, or in this case Hers & Hers.

A plays along, but is telling B she hates that stuff and always rolls her eyes when B comes up with something new. Keychains, Phone-cases, Sweaters, Bracelets, Necklaces and what not.

A finds it quite disturbing in the beginning, but secretly loves that B wants to show her off the whole time, that B wants the world to know A is present.

One day B even dies a strand of her hair black because A has black hair and the next morning A sits at the breakfast table with a strand of copper-red in her hair, not loosing a single word about it.

B decides to take a theory to the test and styles her hair in a way the black can’t be seen and when they want to leave the house A grabs B by the neck and ruins her perfect hair because A wants that the whole fucking world know B belongs to her, so A takes down the complicated up-do and fann's B’s hair out, the black strand very prominent now. When B wants to protest A pushes B up against a wall and makes B come undone on her hand.

[writtenbydarling]

Between his sheets

It took a while for me to realize that he was still in love with me. Even after we broke up several times, even after i hurt him so often and he hurt me even more. Still after every breakup it only took me a few weeks to find myself in between his sheets again.

His toxicity and attitude ruined me for every other man i met, after all those fights they came across as boring and unsatisfying. Every argument led to tears, to more screaming and to slamming doors into his face. I never was a easy woman to be with, i had a big mental dick and an even bigger mouth, i knew how to fight and always stood my ground. But this man… this man mad me moaning when he grabbed my throat which was a problem when we were fighting again. He had me conditioned, intentionally or not, to react to certain triggers.No matter where we were, when he placed his hand on my thigh i automatically spread my legs for him, i didn’t even noticed that at first. He never hit me, never hurt me physically, at first, but the damage he had done to my mind was beyond fixing.

I slowly stretched and yawned, his arm around my waist and his hand cupping my breast. His chest was warm against my back and i snuggled up against him out of habit. He stirred in his sleep, pulling me closer, his hand moving to my throat and his dick hardening against my ass. He sleepily mumbled something and i felt his beard at my shoulder when he bit into the soft skin.

“I have to go home…” i whispered but he didn’t mind me or my words. Instead his second hand pulled down his boxer briefs and he rolled me onto my stomach with his body, held me down with his weight. His dick hard between my thighs, one hand still around my throat the other adjusting himself to push inside me. I didn’t even knew i was that wet until he was balls deep inside me. “You feel so good on my dick baby” his teeth closing around my neck again, a moan escaped my throat, encouraging him to cage me in more, use me harder for his own pleasure. I was pressed into his mattress, almost no air in my lungs left, legs useless between his, arms under my own body. The least thing i could do was trying to enjoy it, for as long as it took him to come. He must have felt my change of mind in the way my body relaxed, must have thought that it was pleasant for me as well as another moan escaped me.

He let go of my neck, pushed himself up, grabbed a fist full of my hair and pressed my head into the pillow, his other hand planted onto the small of my back, making me arch more underneath him while he fastened his pace, chasing his release regardless of how it would feel for me. I had to admit that i liked it when he had his way with me, i did now. When we first met i was often on top, riding him while we kissed. A bit more romantic, a bit more intimate. It always was amazing sex, soon we tried out a few things, got closer, got dirtier.

He started to claim me like i was a little soulless possession, bossed me around, threw me over his shoulder and onto the bed. Hiked up my skirts and bend me over tables and kitchen-counters, sinks and the hood of his car. He started to take less care of me in the process. Started to ignore that i often was uncomfortable with the situation and said no. Nobody taught me that you could get assaulted inside a relationship. Nobody taught me that it wasn’t normal that your boyfriend just took you when he felt the need. Nobody taught me that i would grow into liking it and that i would be unable to find pleasure on my own, that I would need to be forced to be able to get off properly. His breath got louder and his thrusting more erratic, he was close. I tensed when his nails dug into my skin, the pain so sharp I knew he drew blood. But even if I would have been able to say something, I wouldn’t have. One last final thrust and he was done, his weight falling onto me, forcing the last bit of air out of my lungs.

When he got up I turned onto my back, regretting that I came here again. When he called me last evening I was already drunk and about to get into my cab to get home, but in my far-from-sober head it just made sense to give the driver his address. I didn’t even caught my breath after the stairs when he already opened the door and pushed me straight to my knees. In the hallway. His dick already out and hard. I complied, this was what I came here for after all, forgotten was all the pain and all the tears, forgotten was every singe thought. My brain just emptied itself when he forced his hard length down my throat like he had done so many times before.

„I really need to go now…” I said as he came out of the bathroom, hair damp and with a towel around his hips, sitting dangerously low. „Then go… if you can.” I tried to get up but he pushed me back down. „Come on, get up baby.” I tried again, faster this time but his hand found a way into my hair and he pulled me close, he angled my head back and kissed me harshly. I felt his tongue on my lower lip, demanding to be let in and I knew he would make me do it one way or another. So i opened up for him, let him claim me again, letting him get hard again. „You’re such a tease baby, can’t get enough of me, huh?” His towel dropped when he circlet his strong arm around my waist, caging me in again.

At first, when he let go of my hair, I thought he would let me through to get to my clothing that still laid around in the living room where he took me first. But no, instead he grabbed my legs a bit above the knee and lifted me up, instantly my legs crossed behind his back to secure myself. He laughed at me, „I should fuck you again, give you something to think about while you’re at work baby.” And with that he turned around and planted my back against the bedroom wall, pushed me up further and then let me drop onto his dick again.

„Fuck, you’re so tight, I could do this all day.” He must have started to work out in the last months, because the last time I was here he definitely couldn’t do it this easy. He roughly fucked me agains the wall, my head turned to the side while he left his dark marks on my pale skin. Lucky for me it was already autumn so nobody would question why I wore scarfs. Again.

I crossed my around arms his neck, getting closer to him to get the wallpaper from scratching open my back. „Yeah, just like that…” he muttered into my neck, biting me again and I yelped in pain. He mistook it for pleasure, as usual. Then it was over. He let me down and I made my way into the bathroom, to clean myself  up and to finally wash my face since he had his way with me all night. His stamina was unbelievable. I heard him saying something outside the room but couldn’t make out exact words, then I heard his apartment door closing loudly. He went to work. He didn’t eve say goodby properly. „Why do you keep on doing this to yourself?” I asked my reflection.

Out of the bathroom I tried to find something other to eat then a few snacks but failed, I would have to get something on my way to the office…

„Shit, babes, again?” My work-wife inspected the dark red spots all over my neck and shoulder, „This needs to stop immediately. One day you’ll die because of those hickeys!” I just shook my head, „I was at the pub and about to go home when I saw his name on my phone, my brain just went dead and then I woke up in his bed.” I let myself fall onto the seat at my desk. „Why do I always run back to this guy? He doesn’t even make me cum.” She raised her shoulders, also questioning my stupidity when it came to that man. „I just hurt myself with this kind behavior, am I a masochist or so?” She laughed, „Probably, yes.” We talked a lot while scrolling up and down our screens, while making calls and taking breaks. Tried to analyze why I ended up between his sheets again. „It's like I’m unable to let him go.” I leaned back in my chair and looked out of the window, birds flying by, a few leaves falling. „Why don’t you block him number or finally get a new one?” In a second she was on her PC again, searching for the popular phone companies.

The vibration of my phone made me look from her to the screen, my eyes growing wide. *You’re coming over tonight* No question, an order. I bit my lower lip, thinking about it. *Fuck you, no.*

I locked my phone and placed it upside down on my desk, then I kept starring at it for almost five minutes until it vibrated again. „Shit…” I turned it around to see his message

*You will, we both know that. But for that answers of yours…* I was in trouble, big time trouble. When I packed up my bag to leave work a few hours late I found myself wondering what I should wear, maybe that cute little dress he bought me. He’d find me irresistible and let that one slip if I behaved otherwise. I stopped at that thought. I was already hooked again, already wrapped around his… fingers…

[writtenbydarling]

The first Taste

“ITS NOT THAT EASY!” I yelled at her, full of fear she took a step back, got away from me. I released her arm from my grip to let her get some distance between us. It was the first time i raised my voice at her. Even though she was used to me being blunt, she never had a reason to actually be afraid of me.

Until now.

“Listen princess and listen well. I won’t explain this twice.” I sat down on the floor with my legs crisscrossed, my hands in my lap, palms ups. She sat down on the sofa at the other end of the room, carefully, like she’d expected me to yell again. “I’m not like you, I am a monster bound into flesh, but i can rip that very flesh just so easy. When you walk around in my clothing you are marking yourself as mine, you’re rubbing my scent all over your body. And if that wasn’t hard enough you’re purposely showing off your neck when I’m around.”

She sharply breathed in to protest but i cut her off right away. “Don’t talk. Listen. Your life may depend on it one day.” She got one of the pillows and shielded herself like it would help if I’d decided to come for her. “You don’t look into my eyes for very long and when i get close you back away. When you’re angry at me you show me your teeth but as soon as i touch you, you’re a wet mess. Those behaviors have one thing in common, an invitation. Either you sign me to take you or to hunt you. I am strong but even i need breaks.”

„And living with you, having your scent in my nose all the fucking time and not being allowed to taste you is killing me. You have no idea how often i stood at your bed and almost woke you up by either fucking you or killing you. But on the other side…” i tilted my head, leaned forward onto my knees, slowly coming nearer. She could have stopped me at any given moment but she sat there in silence, starring at me. “… there is something that i really need to figure out soon or i will go crazy.”

I pushed myself between her knees, pulling her towards me, her ass almost over the edge of her seat. She still just starred at me, but now she held onto my hair as i placed her left leg on my shoulder.

Slowly leaving kisses on her soft skin, working my way up from her knee to her thigh and carefully slipping a finger under the oversized sweater she was wearing. When i found her underwear i started kissing the other leg, spreading them more and more while pulling her onto my shoulders further, so i could finally reach the place i wanted to bury my self in from the first second i laid eyes on her.

I heard her breath quickening and her heartbeat fastening, with my arms around her thighs i pulled her sweater up and the lace of her underwear to the side. She moaned a little when she felt my tongue for the first time, but she got progressively louder the longer i had my way with her. Her grip in my hair got tighter, almost painful.

But knowing that would be the first time she received without having to give anything, i kept on moving until her legs around my head started to tremble and shake and she tried to push me away. My tongue still inside her i crawled up on the sofa and turned her to the side so she could lay back down.

Then I added a finger. Her moans turned into some random babbling, something about how she should get me fired for this inappropriate behavior. But as soon as i closed my free hand around her throat she went back to those sweet little noises i heard almost every night when she masturbated herself to sleep. Still i needed more than her keeping her pleasure to herself, so a added another finger and i curled them upwards, slowly pumping them in and out while searching for that specific sweet-spot that would make her scream my name until the everyone knew it too.

When her head fell back against the pillows i knew i found it.

While my tongue flicked over her clit without mercy my fingertips massaged her at the same rhythm. From there on it only took me a few seconds for her to start whining about that i needed to stop with that and how much she hated me. I looked up to her and with my fingers around her chin i forced her to look into my eyes. “Thats alright with me, tell me how much you hate me.” I dared her to continue.

My words were only quite whispers against her wet skin while I looked at her, I knew what she saw right now, silver eyes that she could hide nothing from. Sharp teeth scratching over her skin, leaving little red marks that would be disappeared by tomorrow. Without breaking eye contact i started to suck marks next to those scratches, just to make sure she would not forget this so easily. “Scream it out loud, my sweet sweet morsel. Make me believe it…” then i went back to eating her out for my very own pleasure. She gasped, with my hand still around her jaw, she couldn’t even stop watching what i did to her and i clearly saw that she enjoyed every damn second of it. I took her apart piece by piece until she started begging me to stop, only then i pushed her over the edge.

“Cum for me like a good girl…” i growled, my teeth scraped over her skin as i sucked the little sensitive bud into my mouth. Aimlessly she tried to hold onto something, her hands found my hair again and then she let out the sweetest curses I’ve ever heard. He legs around my head were shaking but i let her ride out her high on my tongue.

When her grip loosened I slowed down and eventually stopped, got up, threw her over my shoulder and carried her upstairs into her bed. “Let me down!!” She demanded but i just smacked her ass. “You can’t walk princess, your legs are still shaking.” She screamed in frustration, her little fists crashing onto my back without any strength, she was completely done. “I will sleep on the stairs just let me down! Thats a order!!” I started laughing. “You will obey me!!!” I sure wouldn’t.

We arrived at her bed, i dropped her onto the mattress and got on top of her. “Fight me.” Her hand almost made contact with my cheek as i caught it. My thumb pressed painfully hard into her palm and her fingers closed around it. “Let me go you monster! I will kill you!” I angled my hips forward and her complaints turned into another moan. She was over sensitive right now. “Are you sure you want to threaten a monster?” I barred my teeth at her, a snarl deep inside my throat, knowing she could feel it. Her eyes closed for a second or two.

“Yeah, thats what i thought. I could do whatever to you and you know it. A brainless little princess that will be my brainless little fucktoy whenever i want her to be.” I brought her wrist to my lips and gently bit her without breaking the skin. Her hips rocked up against mine. “So responsive…” i added more pressure.

She let out the cutest moan while turning her head to the side. Her hair fell over her face but i could still see her biting her bottom lip. “Let's see what happens when i do this…” I heard her letting out a small “fuck” followed by some more involuntary hip movement as I intentionally drew blood. The crimson crushed into my mouth and lit up a firework in my body. The salty iron taste flooded my senses and i knew that this woman would be the death of me. I sucked on the small incisions and applied pressure with my thumb, my lips leaving a bloody trail down the inside of her arm as i made my way to her neck only to bite her again. My nose told me she got wetter every second and i took advantage of that by pressing her legs together with mine. She squirmed underneath me as i grabbed her other wrist and pinned both if them down above her head.

“Beg.” I simply said. “Please do it again?” I shook my head and firmly grabbed her throat. “I said ‘beg’ not ‘ask’.” Breathless she tried again. “Please do it again.” I gently smiled at her. “You can do better little morsel.” I increased the pressure and she gasped for air, not getting any. “Please fuck me again, please make me cum again! Please please please!!” she cried out with her last breath. “Thats a good girl.” I spread my legs a bit and hers followed to make place for my hand. 

[writtenbydarling]

Gloves

It was a long day and i still hadn't eaten anything so i got kinda grumpy when he placed his hand on my knee. While shoving it away i crossed my legs and looked out of the window on my left, watching the buildings and trees. “Are we a little testy today? I should have known, you were really going in on those men.” I signed him to fuck off. “You shouldn’t talk to me like that darling, those men might be afraid of the dark but i am not.” He grabbed my chin and turned my face around so i had to look into his eyes. I was working for this man for 6 years but it still befuddled me when he touched me.

It was something in his eyes that made me fall in love with him after a short period of time. He noticed quickly, sceptical at first but giving in even faster. We grew together, he helped me getting over my past trauma. Well, at least he made sure i wouldn’t miss my therapy appointments. And i would never let any harm come to him, no matter how many guards were around, i always were in control of every situation he got into. Annoying for those men who worked for him longer than i did but why should i care? Men like them never had my back, so why should i have theirs? They would let my boss down at the first chance, so it was on me to do their job even if it would kill me. “Get back here love.” I blinked a few times, realized i got tangled up in my thoughts like so often. “You’re with me and you’re safe. Do you understand?” I bit my lower lip, trying to turn my head away but he wouldn’t let me.

“Do you understand?” Unwillingly a groaned, than i locked my eyes with his, warmth welcoming me to calm down. His gloved hand around my chin helped me to focus and a shiver ran down my spine as he leaned in for a kiss. It was rough and devouring, forcing my head to stay with him. His fingers slipped down to the side of my neck, over my shoulder down my arm to grab my wrist. His other hand moved from my knee up between my legs and i moaned into his mouth. Willingly i gave him my other wrist so he could held both up against the window while he unzipped my pants. I lifted my ass so he could yank them down for easier access. “No panties? Such a dirty girl…” I bit his lip, slowly rolling it between my teeth just because i knew how much he loved it. The leather of his glove was cold as he touched my wet middle, my muscles tensed up. “Open.” He ordered and i let go of his bottom lip, only for him to replace it with his glove. “Hold that for me, will you?” Without waiting for any kind of answer he slipped out of the leather and stuffed the fabric further into my mouth, i closed my eyes and allowed my head to fall back against the glass behind me.

A second later his fingers were back between my legs, spreading them open, his fingers slowly gliding through the wetness pooling underneath them. When they slipped inside i moaned, muffled by the expensive fabric. He found a pace that drove me mad with every second that passed, but that would never make me come. He knew it, he only wanted to tease me, wanted to make me beg for more. But i refused to give in just yet, while his fingers moved inside me I tried to focus but i failed miserably when he added another finger. Soon the heat became too much and I pushed my hips against him, almost there. He pulled away. ”You know how it goes, don’t act all innocent.” I broke free from his grip, pulled my pants down completely and straddled his lap. His hands were all over me, grabbing my hair and pulling my head back to place kisses, licks and bites down my throat. Again I moaned, pulling his stupid glove out of my mouth. With trembling fingers i searched for his zipper, to rake it down, feeling his erection agains my fingers. I smiled as i finally managed to get my hand on him.

Stroking slowly i felt his breath quicken. His free hand grabbed my blouse and ripped off all the buttons only to cup my breast, pinching the nipple. I felt him sucking hard on my throat, intending to leave a mark on me. Then I simply sat down on him and he was writhing in pleasure as i started to grind my hips against his. There was no need to be slow and careful, we had done this a million times before. His grip in my hair just became tighter when i moved faster and  his lips became distracted. He placed his feet against the centre console of the car, moving with me, letting go of my hair only to grab my hips to hold me up a little. I supported my body on the backrest and bit down my own arm as he kept rutting inside me. “Look at me.” His voice made me tingle and I nearly came from the sound alone, than my eyes found his and i saw so much love inside them. I rested my forehead against his, hugged him as he fucked me roughly. “I love you.” He whispered.

My mind went blank and i came. Clenching around him, giving him even more friction, so he followed shortly after, holding me tightly, praising me, thanking me. The driver knocked against the tinted glass that divided us, our sign that we were about to arrive. Smiling i sat beside him, grabbing my pants and pulling them up as far as i could while he zipped his. “We’re not done little lady. The night is young and we need to get those blood Staines off of your skin, even tho it is incredibly hot to see you like that.”

[writtenbydarling]

Knives

I hung my towel over the heating on the wall and turned on the water, in less than a minute the room was filled with steam, the temperature almost burned my skin off. But i needed this, i needed to get the feeling of his fingers off of me. I needed to get it out of my hair.

While i spread the shampoo across my scalp my wrist came close to my nose and even though I already was soaped up I felt like I could still smell him.

He had been so close in the parking lot, the mixture of aftershave, fabric softener and himself. Something dark, deep, earthy that instantly made my knees weak. Startled i looked at my wrist, almost disgusted. How could the simple memory of that man get so deep? I scrubbed myself down as good as I could, until my skin was raw, then dried off and got into my bedroom.

My handbag flew onto my bed, my clothes onto the armchair next to the wardrobe. Careless my phone flew into the general direction of my pillow while i went to close the curtains. Tomorrow was my day off so i could sleep in. I slipped into my favorite oversized hoodie, put on some fresh panties and got under the sheets. My handbag fell over and the box with the knifes I had been gifted opened up, the note landed right next to my hand.

“Stupid note.” I red it again. ‘I tried to think about a good way to apologize to you. This should work, and if so, maybe you’d like to go out for coffee some time’ why should i have coffee with him? I didn’t even knew what i would talk about with him. Stupid man. Stupid green eyes looking at me like i was a snack. Stupid brown hair that fell over his face when he leaned forward to kiss me. Stupid soft lips between my teeth.

‘maybe you’d like to go out for coffee some time’ I didn’t even realized that my hand went to my lips to touch where his had touched. Coffee with him, a ridiculous idea. Over my chin, down my neck and between my breasts. Coffee with him...

Deeper down and then under my hoodie into my panties. I draw slow circles around my clit. His hand around my throat. His lips on my neck and teeth in my skin.

I picked up the pace, a quiver ran over and through me. His hands on my breasts, the sensation keeping me breathless while he kissed his way down my body. His fingers played with my nipples, pulling on them, pinching them. His hot breath against my wet middle, his soft lips against my skin. His tongue. His hand reaching up to my throat, choking me, keeping me silent, while his mouth claimed every sound that escaped.

I bit down my own arm as i came hard. I was so lost in my fantasies that i didn’t even realized what i did, his note still in my hand as I turned around to the side to sleep.