Page 39 of Dollface

“Are you sure?” I ask, taking them from her. She nods her head, confident in her decision. “Alright then, but I’m not sewing my name across your chest.”

“Wha—why not?” She huffs.

“Because,” I lean forward. “I like your breasts exactly as they are. Even if it is my name, I’m not fucking with something as perfect as these,” I run my tongue over her bulging breasts, sitting perky under her dress. “Pick a different spot.”

She collects herself, thinking it over.

“You pick.”

“That’s not what I said,” I purr, grazing my hands up her thighs and beneath the skirt of her little dress. Her mouth gapes open, reacting to my touch.

“There,” she whimpers.

I stop, my hand resting across her thighs. “Here?” I squeeze, her fingers digging into the edge of the table.

“Yes.”

“You got it, dollface.” I pull her tights from her legs, lifting her skirt as I kneel down and nestle myself between her thighs. “Bet you like seeing me on my knees, my head buried between your legs.” My tongue runs up her inner thigh, watching as she shivers and drops her head back.

“Yes,” she breathes, causing me to adjust myself again, struggling to focus.

“You ready?” I ask, prepping the needle. She nods. “My name’s a little longer than yours, so if you need a break or want me to stop, just tell me.”

“I can handle the pain,” she jests. “Do your worst.”Don’t play with me.

I hide my smile, propping her right leg over the other, piercing the needle into the outer part of her thigh as she fainty gasps. “Why there?” she asks.

“Well.” I tug the string, her whimpers filling my ears as she tries to stay still. “If my name is between your legs,” I push the needle through again, “the only person who will see it,” I finished the first letter, beginning the next, “is me. And I already know you’re mine.”

I carefully continue sewing my name across her leg, Blue trying to muffle and hide her pain. The letters of my name stretch almost entirely down to her knee, cutting the thread as I finished the last letter.Damn, my name is long.

“There.” I lightly slap the fresh stitching, her breathing hitching as blood lightly drips down her leg. Seeing my namemarked into her flesh invigorates me. Fuck, if I wasn’t already struggling to hold back before, I sure as hell am now.

“Don’t,” she whispers.

“What?”

Blue slides off the edge of the table, falling into me, forcing us to the floor as she straddles my face. “Don’t hold back.” She tosses her hair over her shoulders, leans back, and lifts her dress, widening her legs. “I’m yours.”Damn straight you are.

I waste no time, my tongue slithering along her pussy, wet from her excitement. Fuck, she tastes so good. I push through her lips, moving inside her as she pushes against my face, grinding her clit against my nose, adding to her arousal. Blue holds nothing back, her fingers pulling handfuls of my hair, moaning into the air. I feel my cock flex as she tightens around my tongue. I want to bury it deeper inside her sopping pussy, to really show her who she belongs to.

“Blue,” I breathe against her body. “Get on the table.”

“What?”

I impatiently force her forward as she falls over my face, catching her body with her hands. My body rotates, rolling with hers until she’s on her back, me hovering over her as her legs drape over my shoulder. I lean down, licking her from her ass all the way up, past her pussy to her stomach. “I said, get on the table.”

“Make me,” she snaps.

“Oh? You want to act like a brat, now, do you?” She giggles as I smile, fully enjoying this side of her. “Alright, then.” I gracefully lift her while getting to my feet. “Guess I’ll just have to move you myself.”

Blue squeezes her thighs around my face, holding tight, dodging the light fixtures hanging from the basement ceiling as I carry her to the table, swatting everything from the surface before slamming her atop it. She tries to adjust herself, but Igrab her ankles, yanking her toward me, her legs dangling over the edge.

“Don’t move,” I growl, pacing around, searching the shelves for something to tie her down with. I can feel her eyes on me, watching as my hands discover strips of tanned leather scraps. I pick them up, testing their resilience, snapping the thick material.Perfect.

“W-what’re those for?” Blue asks, sitting up as I turn, playing with the long strips.

“I’m going to tie you down, and fuck you senselessly, until your throat burns from screaming my name and you can no longer stand.” I snap the leather again, her body jumping at the loud sound. “Think you can handle that, dollface?” Blue looks at the leather in my hands, a seductive smile curling from her lips as she slowly lays back, raising her arms above her head. “That’s a good fucking girl.”

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