Page 23 of Dollface

“It is, but only half. The rest is yellow.” He searches around, snatching a blue beetle from the floor. “This side,” he smashes the beetle along my cheek, covering it softly in the warm blue guts, “is blue. And this side,” he wipes more of the yellow from his face and rubs it on my opposite cheek, “is yellow.”

I grab his hands in mine. They’re covered in the bright, glowing insides of the bugs, and I rub them together, watching as the two colors combine, creating something else. “Green.” Henods as I swipe my fingers across his palms. It’s baffling to see how color works.

Firefly runs his hands across my chest, moving beneath my nightdress, tucking it under my now exposed breasts. He stops, staring at my body, something rumbling in his chest. “Your tits are fucking amazing,” he states before running his hands across them, brushing my hardened nipples. I moan at the feeling of him twisting my body as he massages me, painting my breasts in the color, my body now glowing just like his.

My arms lunge forward, grabbing his neck as I pull his mouth to my own, crashing into him, unable to not be consumed by him for another second. The bugs across our bodies squish beneath us, splattering a rainbow of fluorescence across us both, the needles tugging at our skin as we bleed lightly along the insect guts. “Can you pierce me again?” I breathe raggedly, grinding into him. “But without the bugs.”

Firefly breaks from my mouth, raising a brow. “Oh? Did someone discover something new they like?” He’s trying to remain calm and unbothered, but even my inexperienced self can see the shift in him. His usual relaxed, dominating body is wound tight and vibrating. His breaths come out in heavy pants, and his green eyes are gone, replaced with his blown pupils. I bite my lip, nodding slightly while watching his dark gaze follow my lips with the precision of a predator stalking its prey.

“Well then,” he breathes. “How about I pierce something that’ll really make you feel good?” He glides his hand across the floor, picking up two needles and my tights.

“What’re those for?”

He places the needles between his teeth, moving my arms above my head, wrapping the tights around my wrists. “Something tells me you’re going to enjoy this more than you think.”

“You seem to think that an awful lot,” I tease, causing him to laugh.

“Doesn’t seem like I’ve been wrong yet.” This is true; I’ve loved every second of this, and yet, I need more. I feel like he keeps showing me a peek, and I’m ready for him to pull back the curtains.

Firefly yanks the material of my tights, tying them roughly above my head. He then spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist while intently staring at my breasts. He pulls the needles from his mouth, using his breath to warm them. “Do you trust me?” he asks, and I’m momentarily frozen. Do I? He raises his brow while looking from my breast to my eyes. “The answer you’re looking for is ‘Fuck no,” he states, but I’m shaking my head before he can finish his statement.

“Fuck, yes,” I pant out, pushing my breasts toward him. “Yes, Firefly. I trust you.”

“Foolish doll.” He leans forward and grips my left breast in his large hand. I moan at the roughness as he kneads the flesh before his thumb runs over my nipple. He grips it between his thumb and forefinger and pulls the sensitive flesh, causing me to cry out. A smirk tugs on his lips as he plays with the needle in his mouth before lining the first one up.

“Firefly?” I whimper nervously while looking at the needle next to my green-covered nipple. “What are you going to do?” His chuckle is low as he releases my nipple, his hand traveling to my clit and stroking the tight bud. His lips capture my nipple, giving it a suck before his teeth bite the bud and pull it. I want to cry in pain, but the rapidly building pressure growing between my thighs makes it impossible to focus. I feel my coil snap as an orgasm hits me, and I throw my head back in pleasure but scream as I feel the needle run through my nipple. The room springs to life, the grayscale world bursting with color as I can see everything clear as day.

Color.

The pain mixes with the pleasure of my orgasm, and I don’t know which is more powerful at this moment. All I know is, I want more of it. I feel addicted. I’m unsure if it’s the painful piercing, my orgasm, or color... but Ineedmore.

“One down,” he chuckles while massaging my right breast, which I note feels more sensitive now that my left is pierced. “One to go.” I look at my pierced breast, oddly aroused by the sight of a sewing needle sticking through my nipple. My eyes move to his face, noticing his hair is indeed black. The ends are lightly stained by the colorful guts smeared across our bodies, matching the rest of him. The color of the world begins to fade, leaving only his glowing tattoos and the brightness of the surrounding bugs.No. “This might hurt a little bit more, but I promise, I’ll make it worth it.”

He repeats the action, biting the tip of my nipple, pulling it as he runs the needle through, taking his time. I cry out loudly as my back arches, my lingering orgasm beginning to grow into something monstrous, my wetness dripping down my folds. He’s right—the second time is so much more painful than the first. It almost brings me to tears.

Firefly runs his tongue across my freshly pierced nipple, pulling the pain from my body as he lingers a moment before moving to my other, holding my tied arms down. “Please,” I beg, my body on fire. “I need more.”

Without a word, Firefly yanks my body up toward his, looping my bound arms around his neck as I sit perfectly in his lap. He quickly unfastens his pants, pulling his cock free from them. It’s glowing green, the color reflecting in my button eyes as I stare back in awe at the color and size. My mouth begins to water as I sit still; I’m sure looking like a freaking idiot.

“Everything okay?” he asks.

I snap my head up at him, my pussy soaked and aching for him. “It’s green.” He stares at me, silent, his jaw tensing. “I like green.” As I speak the words, I move my body, touching his, the tip of his cock pressing against my lips. He and I release the same weak moan, and I know there’s no stopping this now, not even if I wanted to. I have to feel him. I have to be consumed by him and his light, his color.

Firefly squeezes my waist, stopping me from rubbing against him again. “Are you sure, dollface? Once we do this, there’s no going back.” Doesn’t he see? We’ve already done too much. There is no going back already. I need him more than I need my next breath.

I stare into his eyes, watching the green flakes as I push against him, our wetness seeping onto the other as I slid along his cock. He doesn’t move as I raise to my knees and angle myself before slowly lowering until his tip presses against my entrance.

“It’s going to hurt, Blue,” He’s nearly shaking as his grip on my hips tightens. I nod, understanding as I shove the head of his dick inside. My mouth gapes open as I stare at him, his face a mixture of shock and pleasure as he watches me struggle to slide down him. The immediate pressure and burning pain is beyond anything I could ever have expected or imagined.

His face twists as he releases a near whimper. “Fuck.” His fingers dig into my stitched skin as he pushes deeper inside me, almost growling as he does.

My arms bulge, fighting the restraint around my wrists as I pull his head toward my chest, seating myself fully on him. After a second of allowing myself to adjust to the foreign intrusion, I move my pussy along his shaft.

“Blue,” he rasps as his scalding hands trail up my back, clawing me as he kisses my neck, his lips moving to my chest, playing with the needle across my heart. As I grow a little moreconfident and the pain becomes pleasure, I find my rhythm and increase my speed, my throat burning from my moans as I suddenly feel the urge to throw him back and own him.

Rule number two.

As he licks the needle across my chest, I pull my arms from his neck and shove him back. He grins, allowing me to take control as we adjust ourselves and I resume riding him. My hands press against his firm stomach, supporting my body as I move faster, enjoying every second. His hands slide up my thighs and squeeze my waist before trailing to my breasts. He tugs on my sensitive nipples, the mixture of pain and pleasure almost sending me over. “Firefly,” I mewl, feeling my body swell with a building orgasm.

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