Page 54 of Isle of Pain

“So fucking pathetic, baby,” Marie coos as the back of her hand trails along my spine until it reaches my ass cheeks. A whine escapes and I chantyes, hoping she’ll continue. Hoping she’ll touch me and make mefeel. I’m so tired of being in my head all the time. With Marie, I can finally be in my body. “You need me to touch you, don’t you?”

It’s phrased as a question, but we both know it’s a consent check. After I tell her how much I want her to do whatever she wants with me and we repeat our safe words to each other, both her hands spread my butt cheeks. She spits in between, working the moisture with her fingers. I buck against her deft fingers and moan when she slides her wet fingers against me.

“Give me a colour, baby,” she asks.

“Orange.”

She hums before withdrawing her fingers and kneading my ass instead, caressing the back of my thighs. She spits again, one of her fingers sliding in slightly. “Green, so fucking green,” I yell, my voice muffled by the comforter underneath me. The sensation is so new and overwhelming, the perspective of exploring it sends a shiver up my spine and jolts of pure electricity to my cock.

She withdraws and I mourn the loss of her inside me. I wouldn’t let anyone near my ass. Damian asked in the past and it was always a hard limit but now that Marie has awakened this new side of me, I can’t wait for her to own it fully. I lift my head to see what she’s doing and her soft hand lands on my neck, pressing me into the mattress. Even with all her weight, I could overpower her easily but letting her dominate me is a promise of sweet pleasure and surrender. “Don’t fucking move until I tell you to.”

Does she even realise how hot she sounds when she commands me like I’m her pet?

“I know you need the pain, baby. And I’ll always take care of you, and give you exactly what you need,” she says as she reaches for something above my head.

The first slap of the metal against my buttocks is a sharp awakening of the senses and I gasp, half shocked, half turned on. I will never look at this kitchen tool the same way ever again. I already don’t cook much, but I won’t ever, now. She’ll rewire my brain into thinking any meal could lead to this.

The second slap hits the exact same way and I revel in the heat blossoming under my skin. The material heats too and after a while, the oscillation between heat and coolness gives way to pure fire. I burn everywhere, not only where I know she’s turning my skin red and molten but the rest of my body where she hasn’t touched me yet. My cock must leak on the comforter and I have this dark thought that then it will smell like me whenshe puts it over us to sleep. I crave to cover her in cum so I can mark her up just a fraction of how much she’s marked me and my wretched soul.

Marie checks in regularly during our session and it’s always green. The pain transmutes into euphoria, my ass and thighs will be fucking blue by the time she is done and I want her to take a picture to immortalise it.

I’m a mess of sweat, whimpering weakly as she palms my ass then soothes the ache away with a gentle caress. Yet even that much skin to skin has me keening. I love every second of it.

“You did so good, baby.” Her cool lips land on my nape, a shock to my overheated senses. “Settle back on your knees,” she asks softly. I hiss when I move to stand, legs wobbly from the pleasure-pain, and she drops a pillow to make me more comfortable. My heart does a little somersault and I must have heart eyes like in cartoons as I look up.

She’s fully naked, resting on her hands, her glorious curves on display as she sits where I just was. Long silky dark hair covers her nipples and I hold a growl at the offence. I take my time devouring the vision in front of me. Her cheeks and neck are rosy with the exertion of spanking me for what felt like hours, heavy breasts that deserve to be held and worshipped calling my name. I admire her soft stomach and the dips of her luscious hips until my eyes finally land on the dark curls on her mound between thick milky thighs. My mouth waters and I lift my eyes up again, pleading without words, clenching my fists with the desire to be her good boy and not listen to my basic urge to delve straight in.

Marie’s worrying her bottom lip, a cheeky grin spreading on her face as she spreads her legs and I’m rewarded with the best view of her glistening cunt. I exhale heavily.

“Please.”

A single word like a prayer between us.

So taken with her, I didn’t notice the belt she holds in her right hand. “May I?”

My breathing picks up, my cock getting incredibly harder. I nod, throat bobbing as I wait for her next move. “Yes.”

She loops the belt around my neck, holding it like a leash. There’s nothing but dark lust in the usually green irises of the woman I love. And she’s never looked more beautiful.

My owner. My God. My creed.

“Please, Miss Marie. Let me please you. Let me taste you again.”

She nods, and somehow, despite the power dynamic, it’s shy. Her heels land on the mattress as she reclines on the bed and this time, I don’t hold the groan coming deep from my chest. I launch myself at her wet pussy without preamble, fucking her with my tongue, sucking her clit ravenously into my mouth. The belt tightens slightly around my neck and feeds my hunger for her.

“Fuck me with your fingers, baby.” Marie’s voice is twisted with desire and lands inside my brain. Like a good pet, I obey, inserting one finger, then two when I feel how wet she is. Her walls flutter around my digits and I add my tongue in, loving the way her back bows off the bed. I’m barely two knuckles deep, pressing upward at the same time that my other hand presses on her stomach.

All the reading I did since our first time together is paying off. Marie’s cries of pleasure get louder and louder until she clasps my head down, framing it with her thighs and clenching erratically around my fingers. She comes on a deep moan that has me grasping my cock so I don’t come all over myself. I want to settle back on my haunches but the belt keeps me exactly where I am and I lick her folds and entrance languorously until she’s fully come down.

“Come here,” Marie asks, nothing like the dominant woman who owned me a few seconds ago. It’s a needy two words, barely a pull of the belt and I settle over her, framing her head with my elbows.

“It’s my first time, Nico. Go slow.”

“You want me to take you raw?” I ask, awe blossoming inside me.

“Yes. I don’t want any barrier between us.”

I can’t believe it. The thought has me ready to burst, to flood her with my cum, filling her until she’s round with my baby. I notch the head of my cock at her entrance. The contact already fills me with that familiar warmth I associate with Marie. Slowly, I sink inside her.

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