Page 38 of Dollface

Before she can tell me no, I grip the needle between my teeth and pick her up, placing her on the table, watching as her tits bounced.Fucking control yourself.I have to force my eyes away, my pants tightening as I try to swallow my horniness.

“Let me see,” I say thickly as she raises her arm, laying it in my hands as I examine the cut closely. “You know this will hurt, right?”

She gives me a simple shrug. “I’ve learned to just embrace it. Besides, I kind of like the pain,” she teases, smirking at me. I can't stop my laughter, both turned on and impressed by her taunting.

I retrieve the needle from my teeth, my free hand gripping her arm carefully as I pierce the sharp point into her flesh. She winces, inhaling sharply as I push the metal through, the thick thread quickly following. I continue to sew the cut, noticing her hands as she squeezes them tight, fidgeting her legs. I cross the thread across itself in a repeating X pattern until the whole cut is sewn shut. I pull the thread, tying it into a knot before biting it with my teeth, kissing the cut gently.

“There, all fixed.”

Blue examines her arm. “Impressive.”

“I think it’s fair to say we all know how to sew.” I chuckle, crossing my arms. “Plus, I’ve had some time to practice. You think that suit of mine is the first?”

“You sewed your own suit?”

“Well don’t sound too surprised, dollface.” I wedge myself between her legs, spreading them wide. My hands grip the top of her thighs, her body slightly leaning back, inviting me to ravish her, and I want to. My mouth reaches for her neck, my breath hitting her skin as it prickles at the feel of my breath. I run my lips along the shape of her jaw, feeling her body tighten and her breathing increase.

“Blue,” I exhale, listening as she whimpers at the sound of her name falling from my lips. “I know you know how I feel, but I want to show you. To prove that I will always protect you, andneverhurt you again. I want to show you just how much I am yours.”

“Firefly.” God, I want her to speak my name for the rest of eternity, over again and again. “You don’t have to do anything.”

“Yes, I do,” I growl, gripping her face with my hands and kissing her fiercely. I kiss her so hard, it hurts, running my tongue along hers, our moans mixing into one. “I want to be your Firefly,” I pant as she presses her breasts against my chest, pulling me closer, wrapping her legs around my waist. “Until the end of time.”

She whimpers, a tear falling from her eyes and onto my face as I lick it, tasting her salty emotions. “You already are.”

“Ah.” I peel my mouth from hers. “But the world doesn’t know that. At least, not yet.” My eyes crawl back to the table as I pick up the needle, holding it between us. “Needle and thread.”

She watches me, both confused and curious, as I thread the needle while staying perfectly positioned between her soft thighs. “What’re you—Firefly!” she cries out, watching as I pierced the skin across my chest, dragging the thread throughit, grunting at the welcomed pain. “Stop!” She reaches out, grabbing my hand.

I laugh, watching as she tries to pry my hand away. “It’s okay, Blue.” I continue to stitch myself, creating a line. “I’m just making sure everyone knows exactly who I belong to.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well...” I push the pointed tip though my flesh, tiny beads of blood forming as I pull it across, the thread sliding under my skin. “I’m going to stitch my owner’s name, right over my heart.” I flash her a grin, winking. “Because, let’s face it, dollface, you own me.”

She releases a soft gasp. “Firefly,” she wheezes, her fingers touching mine. “I–I?—”

“Blue...” I brush her cheek, tucking her hair behind her ear. “I’ve never felt this way about anyone, ever. I’ve wandered this desolate world for centuries, convinced love was just some sick game two people played, pretending that it existed when it didn’t. But you...” I swallow, forcing back more tears. “You proved me wrong. You showed me that love is real, and that I’m not only lucky enough to be loved by you, but to feel it myself.”

My free hand grips her neck, squeezing with a tough sincerity as I blurt the words out. “I love you, Blue. And to prove it, to you and everyone else, I’m going to sew your name across my heart so every damn soul in this world and the next knows exactly who it belongs to.”

“Then sew me,” she whispers.

“What?” Her words confuse me, taking me completely back.

Blue carefully removes my hand from her neck, taking the needle, and digging halfway through my skin, pulling it as the thread follows. “I’ll sew my name onto you.” She continues to stitch my flesh, creating the letter B. “And then you can sew your name onto me, letting everyone know who I belong to.” She bitesher lower lip, tugging the needle, yanking the thread as I grunt at the pain.

“Oh, careful,” I warn her, my cock aching as it presses even harder against my pants.

She scoots closer to my body, purposely rubbing against me, snatching my chin, forcing me to look at her.. “Why don’t you just sit there like a good boy and let me sew my name?”

“Yes ma’am.” My brow raises, enjoying her surprisingly dominating command.

Blue continues to pull the needle and thread, stitching her name across my chest. Blood trickles down my skin as my hands hold her ass tight, gripping her harder every time she tugs at the thick thread, pulling my skin. “There.” She wipes her forehead before leaning down and biting the thread with her teeth. “Perfect.” She beams with pride, admiring her handiwork.

I glance down, her name sewn in such a delicate manner across my chest. My fingertips traced the letters, noticing a tiny heart that flicks off from the last letter in her name. “Nice touch,” I smile, appreciating her personal flare.

“Now you do me.” Blue holds the needle and spool of thread up, her face filled with a giddiness I haven’t seen from her in awhile.

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