Page 75 of Burn With Me

She shakes her head as tears slide down her temples. “You fucking asshole,” she snaps. Her chest is splotchy, her pretty nipple red with abuse. It looks like a delicious ruby with twin silver balls on either side of it. I clamp her other breast as she curses me.

“Ow, you bastard! That hurts,” she hisses. Eyes made of burned soil glare at me. “I will fucking hurt you for this, Isaac. I don’t want it!”

“Really?” I taunt, reaching down between her legs. She bucks beneath me, but I hardly move as my fingers slide over her pussy and when I lift them again, I hold them in front of her reddening face. “Does this look like a ‘no’ to you?” I ask, pressing my fingers together and pulling them apart slowly so she can see the string of her own juices sticking to the latex.

“That means nothing,” she argues.

“And this?” I stick out my tongue, rolling my own new piercing—sore and still tasting of a mixture of her come and my blood—around in my mouth. “You marked me, baby. It’s my turn. This is justified.”

“You made me!” she screams, bucking against me once more. I pinch the second clamp tighter and a tear leaks from the corner of her eye as she flashes me a look that could flay a man alive.

“Keep looking at me like that, goddess, and I’m liable to come,” I say.

She growls as I wipe my gloves clean and then pick up the needle again. Only then do her eyes widen once more and she starts to shake her head. “No, no, no!”

I smirk and ignore her words as I slide the next needle through her other nipple. She screams again and shakes under me. More tears descend from her eyes as I slide the jewelry into her nipple and tighten the ball until she’s matching. I clean the area around her new piercings and finally just sit back to take her in.

“Gorgeous…” I don’t necessarily mean to compliment her, but the truth spills out as I cup her round, full breasts and squeeze them in my hands.

“Fuck. You,” she grits out.

My gloves come off and I slide my hand back down to her pussy, just to make sure, andah … fuck,she’s still so fucking drenched. “I bet you want to,” I reply snidely, pulling my hands free from her cunt.

A smile twitches my lips and I meet her gaze as I lean over her. She turns her face from me the second she realizes what I’m after, but that won’t do. I grab her jaw and twist her to look at me once more. Aurora kicks at the table underneath me, throwing her legs up and down in a fit. The bottle of vodka next to us tips over.

My hand snaps out and grabs it as some of it splashes across the table and over the edge onto the floor. She clamps her lips shut as I lift it to my lips. The first mouthful goes down like liquid fire, burning into my esophagus. The second, though, is held complacent on my tongue as I bend back over her, pinching her cheeks and jaw.

Our eyes clash, wicked and devious. Still, she refuses to open to me. I can’t help it—I like the fight in her. But I’m determined and I always get what I want. I let the bottle go and pinch her nose shut. Ten seconds. Twenty. Thirty. I don’t fucking care how long I have to wait. We’re repeating this process. What she did to me is what I’ll do for her. Tit for tat. A tradition I didn’t know we needed. If she passes out and I have to pry her lips apart to spit this vodka in her mouth then so be it. She makes it almost a full minute until it becomes too much for her.

Aurora’s lips part as she gasps for breath. I give her a second, letting her suck in one breath, two, and then I open my mouth and let the vodka fall against her tongue. Eyes promising retribution, Aurora has no other option but to swallow what I give her. She takes it and just when she thinks it’s about to end, I shove two fingers between her lips. The same fingers that had been inside of her.

She chokes in shock, eyes going wild and round. “That’s right, goddess,” I say. “Suck your cum from my fingers. Taste how fucking wet I make you. How all that struggling still didn’t turn you off.”

Her gaze narrows. Oh, yeah, she wants revenge. She feels humiliated. Degraded. My proud goddess. It’s not quite over just yet though. I pull my fingers free and then lower them to my jeans. I unzip and free myself from the confines of my pants.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she demands, gasping for breath.

With one hand, I reach down and squeeze one of her breasts as I use her juices as slick for my cock. I stroke myself over her, from base to tip and back again. With her lying under me, my cock practically throbs with need. I don’t answer her, but I don’t need to. She can see exactly what I’m doing.

I thrust myself into my fist over and over again and with her skin right there. Her beautiful face and pierced tits, red and swollen because I made them that way. The tears still lingering in her angry gaze as she promises to fuck me just as hard as I fuck her makes me strain into my hand. It doesn’t take long for me to lose my tightly leashed control. When I come, it jets out of my cock in long ropes. It splashes across her tits and up her throat. Aurora shuts her eyes as I groan and more cum shoots out onto her face. Streaking her cheeks and over her lips until she’s marked by more than piercings.

My hand flies over my shaft, pumping it, and I direct the last of my orgasm down. From one nipple to the other, I cover her in white ropes. When I’m finally spent and shaking from the aftermath of my own orgasm, she peeks her eyes open at me.

“You look so fucking good covered in my cum, Sunshine,” I tell her with a grin.

“You better relish it while you’ve got it, Isaac,” she replies. “Because the second you let me up, I’m going to make you regret your selfish fucking actions.”

“Are you?” I ask. With gentle fingers, I tweak her nipple, scooping a fingertip of my cum off her breast and painting her lips with it.

She parts her lips and I sink my finger back into her mouth only to flinch as she locks her teeth around it and bites down hard. She releases me quickly enough and smiles up at me when I turn my hand over, seeing the blood she’s drawn on my knuckle. I didn’t think it was possible for a woman to look so threatening from such a submissive position, yet she manages it. She’s a spiteful goddess.

I don’t crawl off of her just yet, not when I know I need to clean her up. After all the blood and piercings and cum, it’s only right that I take care of what’s mine after I’ve so thoroughly corrupted it. With movements as gentle as I can manage, I grab a towel and wipe most of my cum from her skin, a little disappointed in myself for not thinking better of it and just shoving my cock into her mouth and coming down her throat.

Her fresh nipple piercings need better care than I’ve given them. Still, even as I clean her with the appropriate supplies and gentle swabbing, I can’t say I regret it. If given the choice, I’d probably do it all over again.

After all, there’s just something animalistic about her and I. Something that makes me lose my fucking mind.

“Just remember, Icarus,” she says, using my pseudonym from the garden as she distracts me from my chore. “You put your hand in the fire and you’ll get burned.”

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