Page 22 of Dollface

“The only way to find out is by feeding your sexual curiosity.” His tongue stretches further than before, tracing my bottom lip. “You say you want skin like mine, and now you’re curious if you like pain. What if I told you there’s a way to do both? To paint your skin in color while playing with pain. Would you be interested in trying that?” My eyes flicker with excitement.

“Yes.”

Firefly slowly removes my hand from his cock, biting my lower lip as he tugs at the soft skin, sucking as he drops me from his mouth. “I think you’ll like this new game.”

He snaps his fingers, the whole room igniting as the bugs come to life, glowing as they did when I first entered. I can’t help but gasp, still in awe at the overwhelming presence of color. He stands, his cock swollen and pressing against his pants as he smiles, stepping toward the wall. He reaches out, allowing a butterfly to flutter to his hand. It’s a vibrant blue, fluttering its wings as it sits there, allowing him to hold it. “It might not be as permanent as getting a tattoo, but,” he strokes the insect’s wings, walking to my side, kneeling, “it’s enough.” He glances at me, placing the butterfly across my heart with gentle care.

The insect weighs almost nothing, sitting perfectly still on my chest, slightly waving its wings. I smile, cautiously reaching my hand up to pet it. My touch startles it, and it flutters into the air. Firefly reaches his hand up, catching it perfectly within his fingers.

“Let me fix that.” He pulls the needle out of my bun where I always keep it. “If it becomes too much, you tell me.” I’m unsure what he means or what he’s about to do, but I nod, eager to experience his next move.

He places the butterfly back on my chest, purposely running his hand against my breast, a buzzing feeling running through me. He leans forward with the needle, piercing it through the butterfly’s wings and through my skin. I wince at the sharp pain, watching as he loops the needle through my flesh and back out through the other wing, pinning the bug to me. Small beads of my blood trail from the tiny wounds and run down my skin. It aches and slightly burns, but surprisingly, I like it.

I remain still, enamored by the beautiful butterfly pierced into my body, its color glowing against my skin like Firefly’s. It’s not a tattoo, but it’s still beautiful.

“How do you feel?” he asks softly, causing me to glance up at him, my breathing still heavy as I respond.

“Does it hurt them?” I ask, ignoring his question.

“My bugs feel no pain.”His bugs?“You didn’t answer me. How do you feel?”

My eyes remain locked with his as I roll up, settling to my knees, my head reaching his chest. The needle pulls at my skin as I move, striking me with a pleasing sting. “I feel amazing.”Rule number two.“Can you do it again?”

His smile returns, and there’s a new dark excitement in his eyes. “You surprise me, dollface.” He stands back up, walking to the wall and grabbing a handful of colorful bugs. “Would you like to pierce me as well?” The question takes me back. He shakes his head, pulling a small glass jar of needles from behind a stray box. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to.” The sharp metal spikes cling together and rattle in the jar as he walks back to me.

“W-where did you get all those?” I ask, pointing to the needles.

“Let’s just say—I like to collect things.” He sits next to me, opening his hand as numerous colorful bugs chitter within his grasp. “Which would you like next?”

I gaze at the bugs, and I’m unable to hide my elation at their hues and beauty. I point to one, a centipede. “What color is this?” I ask while picking it up, the worm-like insect wiggling between my fingers.

“This one is orange, much like the stripes on your tights.”

“My tights have orange?” He nods as I set the bug back into his hand. “Would you really like me to pierce you?”

He nods again, the darkness in his smile returning. “Like I said, some of us like pain. It helps to heighten certain pleasures.” He winks. “Though the idea of you piercing me is something new I’d also like to experience. This is a first for both of us.”Something new for us both.

He reaches his hand out, offering me the orange bug. Carefully, I pick it from his fingertips as he plucks a needle from the jar and hands it to me. “W-where do I do it?” I ask.

“Anywhere you want. Dealer’s choice.”

“Anywhere?” I teasingly ask, raising a brow.

Firefly leans in close and runs his tongue over his teeth before lowly replying, “Anywhere.”

As he stares into my eyes, I raise the needle and centipede to his chest, piercing it into his skin in the same place he previously pierced me. He doesn’t flinch or move as I weave the needle through him, taking the pain as if it’s simply a mere breath of air. My hands remain on his chest, feeling his hardened muscles. My impulses take over, guiding me as I lean forward and run my tongue along his tattooed chest, tasting his color. He moves my hair and places a beetle against shoulder. “Purple,” he whispers raggedly while sticking the needle into my skin and through the bug as it wiggles. The pain coursing through me is amazing, sparking a fire between my legs. I move closer to him, reachingfor a moth and needle. It’s green, the color I seem to favor the most.

I place the green moth against the nape of his neck, watching his face as I dig the sharp needle through them both. He’s fighting back his pleasure, biting his lower lip. “Rule number three,” I whisper, licking the freshly pierced spot. “Don’t be quiet.”

Firefly chuckles darkly before dropping the bugs and pushing me against the floor onto my back. He kicks the jar of needles, spraying them across the ground. The beetle across my shoulder smooshes under my weight, its colorful guts painting me as the needle rubs my skin, my blood mixing with the purple, streaking down my body and drenching me in color. It’s beautiful. They are color inside and out. I want to see more. Impulsively, I grab one of the scurrying bugs and slap it across Firefly’s face, the color splattering along his skin.

He tightens his jaw, licking the guts from his mouth. “Did... you just slap me with a bug?” He asks, wiping a little from his cheek. My cheek burns with regret.

I fucked up.

“Ah, yellow. Just like your hair.” He chuckles, causing my head to tilt in confusion as he rubs the yellow bug remnants down my sternum.

“I thought you said my hair was blue?”

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