Page 69 of Collateral Damage

“You have all the power nowPuppet…” It's like I've consumed it. Now striking my insides with fierceness.

I am the storm, and I want to do terrible things.

She leans on her knees, pulling me up with her by my neck to remove my top easier, sliding it to my upper arms, leaving it stationary as I'm bound with its fabric, pushing me back with my hands above my head. I sigh out a gentle whimper as her lips take my nipple in her mouth, nibbling carefully as her hand cherishes my body beneath her, memorising its shape in the absence of light. I'm still so sensitive, squirming with little movement, trapped below the Devil.

“Hays!-” a playful giggle fills the room, feeling her smile against my skin.

“You didn't think we were done, did you?” My chest flutters as she rises to align with my mouth, teasing my cupid's bow with the tip of her tongue and I want nothing more right now than to memorise her bone sculpture again. I want so desperately to feel how hot she’s burning for me.

“What are you going to do now?” I sink into the mattress, tucking my chin into my chest as I gaze up at her through my lashes and her expression is frightening. It's beaming with misdeed and that look itself is showing me that she’s burning, deeply, as her shoulders tower over my tiny frame. I feel so small but right now, I love the feeling of being trapped beneath her. My inability to escape her is only making me more wet.

“I'm going to fill up your desperate, tight little hole with my cock,Princess.”

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ALL OF YOU

Puppet

Play - ‘High For This - The Weeknd’

Iam no expert when it comes to Virginity. But am I wrong in thinking that is literallyimpossible? My lips part, gawking at her with internal confusion and by the look on her face she gets off on that reaction.

“What-?” She doesn't speak. Taking my bottom lip in between her teeth and the pinch makes my eyes water, but the thought of something bigger than her fingers inside of me makes my heart race. Exhilaration and fear kiss in rhythm to the beating of my chest, bouncing between her eyes, sucking down my now non-existent purity. There is no point in backing out now. I want that feeling again. I want to consume it and let it build a home to visit.

“My Sweet, Precious,Little Innocence.” She says, merely above a whisper against the shell of my ear.

“Let me taint your pretty little mind with thoughts only the devil could deem acceptable.” Without time to think her groin pushes against my pelvis until her jeans are pressed firmly against me and a sharp hiss forces through my teeth followed by a pleasurable shock as a solid stiffness rubs against my weeping pussy. “I'll be gentle, I promiseLove.”

My throat bobs but I can't ignore how good this feels as her thighs sit underneath the back of mine, radiating heat through both of us. Her hands burning my hips as she holds them, gently rocking into my body as her bulge puts pressure on my clit through her jeans, temporarily relieving me of this unbearable ache that's already wormed its way back inside of me.Isn’t there a cool down period for this stuff?

“Will it hurt?” I can't deny. I'm nervous. I know how sex works but I thought I'd grow grey and old and be a crazy cat lady. I only really know of sex through Kacey which isn't exactly the best source. She's tried to explain it to me a few times but I was never interested.Until now that is. Now for some reason all I want to feel is her inside me. How can I crave that when I don't even know what it feels like?

Fulfilment.It's like she's a missing piece I need to feel whole.

“It will, to begin with. You just need to relax for me and let me do the work,ok?” There is something so calming in her words. I trust her more than I should. I'm afraid to admit I trust her entirely. I nod my head in agreement.

“Can I ask you something?” Her warm breath blankets my face as she leans in, ready to hear whatever I have to say, brushing my loose strands from my face and my cheeks flush with her warmth.“Do you think I'm pretty?” She sits her upper body on her elbow, peering at me and I'm more afraid of this answer than the sin we are about to commit.

“Alora.”

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“You'rebeautiful.” No one has ever called me that. And I'm suddenly all sorts of bashful. She could have just saidyes or no.I wasn't prepared for that and my breathing escalates as she burrows her face into my neck, planting delicate seeds all over my un-flourished soil, bare and untouched. I go to speak but her finger finds my lips, silencing me to just focus on her beforesliding her fingers inside of my mouth, wetting them against my tongue still able to taste myself as she draws them back out, watering my flower as she rubs me softly in circles.

“You want this?” Her words are deep and calm and I can feel her eyes studying my every movement through the darkness. I confirm without words but I should know by now she doesn’t like silence. “Tell me. What do you want,Puppet. Be a good girl and use those words.” As she finishes her sentence, metal cracks the silence hosting the air, tightening my throat in knots as she unbuckles her belt sending chills to surf through me pinching at my entrance.

I know what I want. But knowing what I want and being able to handle it are two entirely different things.

“You…” Those words are acidic in my mouth. How could I pine for a woman who has hurt me in the most despicable way. Who's broken me down until I'm fragments in her hands. Who ripped me from life as I know it and showed me what it is to be afraid.

“All of you.”

My credence deceives me, startled at my own truths. This isn't just about sex anymore. This is aboutus.This is about how, through all my pain and grief, through all my suffering and captivity, her kindness has prevailed. The last fraction of my life resides inside of her. And even if I did one day manage to find a way to be rid of her. A sick part of me would find a way to miss her. Because in the end, I've found refuge in our catastrophe.Is this Love? Is this utility?Maybe it's delusion and I've finally lost my mind, but at least this way I don't feel judgement.

Her crescent moons in the midnight sky light up her face at my honesty, biting my lip harshly as the sound of her zipper grates at my ears. Crashing down on my mouth as she gauges my confession from my tongue, grinding against my wet slit, priming me for her to take what ishers.

“Beg me…”

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