Page 60 of Isle of Pain

After we have dinner of homemade—by Andrea—lasagna, we settle on the sofa. I asked my brother to watch Ember so I could have a proper date with Marie. I have a surprise for her.

She goes to sit next to me and I pull her up on my lap. I groan as she lands on my dick with her perfect ample cheeks.

With a petulant sound coming from the back of her throat, she faces me and clasps my chin, sending a thrill through my veins that ignites my entire body. “You’re getting presumptuous and bratty, I see. Don’t take my lack of discipline for you for weakness, understood?”

“Yes, Miss Marie. I’m sorry, I just needed to touch you.”

“I don’t care. Get on your knees.” Her voice is like a sinful whip licking my skin with the promise of pain. She’s never been so stern, eyes dark yet feigning cold indifference.

She stands and I drop to my knees like a dog at her master’s feet. When she sits back down, her silence fills the room and shifts the energy around us, until the thread that links us together grows taunt, ready to snap. Her head tilts to the side. What I would give to be in her mind right now. All I can do is wait, skin buzzing and heart thrumming inside my chest.

“Remove your belt and hand it to me,” she orders and I fumble to present it to her with both hands.

Last time she used a belt was when we fucked. I can almost feel the sensation of the leather wrapping around my neck and she hasn’t even touched me yet. I open my mouth to beg but her eyes snap up to mine, an eyebrow raised in challenge. I snap it shut and Marie hums with approval, sending a new wave of intoxication through my bloodstream.

Agonisingly slowly, she opens her legs and motion for me to crawl and settle in between with her right index and middle fingers. Her wide-legged brown trousers are soft to the touch as I lay my hands on her thighs and I force myself not to move more than she allows me. That’s already a transgression but she doesn’t say anything. Her satisfaction is written across her face in the soft smile and peachy hue of her skin. Marie takes her time to let the leather glide at the back of my neck before she loops it at the front for her makeshift leash.

“I need to get you something better than this,” she breathes, admiring her handy work and recline against the sofa.

She might have told me she loves me. “You want to collar me?” I ask in a tone that betrays my hope and happiness. Not that I have anything to hide from her anyway. I don’t hide my feelings for her ever. But I don’t think she knows what this means.

“Is that what it’s called?”

“Yes. And it’s a big deal, Marie,” I say, breaking the scene for a moment. She can’t offer to collar me in the middle of a scene and not mean it. It’s like asking someone to marry you when you’re drunk or high. We’ll both be filled with oxytocin and you don’t make that type of decision unless you’re sure, and sober. Both for sex and substances. “A collar isn’t only a toy in the BDSM community. I mean, it could be, but it wouldn't be for me. If you collar me, that’s it. You’re it. I will never let you go.”

She frowns but the promise of forever, instead of making her run, has her eyes gleaming. “Can’t you just use it during sex and then remove it?”

“Some people do. But that’s not who I am. If you collar me, you own me. And I take that commitment seriously, Marie.”

Time seems suspended as she takes her time to respond. I get lost in her green irises, and I hope she sees the love I have for herin mine. I’m not going anywhere and I’m not letting her destroy herself.

Eventually, she leans forward and kisses me. It’s tender, only a pass of her lips on mine. I like it a lot. I love all the ways she kisses me but that small one, with raw emotions coming to the surface, it’s my favourite.

“I think I might like that, but I’m not ready yet,” she declares.

“I’ll wait.”

She beams at me before dropping back into character, her smile turning salacious. “Show me you deserve it, baby.”

She doesn’t need to tell me twice. I help her out of her trousers and take my time unbuttoning her white blouse until I remove it completely. The little lace set she has under is a deep crimson colour that reminds me of blood and brings me back to when she watched me exert justice.

“Fuck, Miss Marie. You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.”

My mouth drops to her neck, leaving a trail of kisses on my way down. I don’t let any inch of perfect skin untouched and unloved, licking in between her breasts and biting the nipples over the fabric of her bra, peppering her soft stomach with kisses that awaken goosebumps. When I kiss her inner thigh, Marie hisses but I don’t get anywhere near her pussy, choosing to massage her legs instead. I start at the right ankle, moving through deep tension on her calf and then up her thigh, getting closer to where her leg meets the rest of her body but never giving her any release.

“I know what you’re doing,” she says, then hums deep when I press my fingers on her other calf.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m just showing you how much I deserve to be yours, Miss Marie.”

She regards me with a deadpan expression and I can’t help but chuckle, the sound unnerving. “You’re so beautiful whenyou laugh, Nico.” She pulls on the leash and I follow gladly, ending with my stomach flush against the apex of her thighs, as she wraps an arm around my neck and kisses me. Before I’m satiated, she withdraws, the leather taunt between us as she chokes me a little and whispers against my lips, “Finish what you started, baby.”

I drop my head down towards her centre and breathe her in, her sweet arousal coating the fabric of her panties with a pretty dark spot for me. I move my mouth over the fabric, teasing. A sharp gasp escapes me when she pulls on my hair roughly.

“Don’t be a fucking tease or I’ll make you come so much you’ll beg me to stop.”

Why she would think that’s a threat is beyond me but I’m done denying us both what we want. Her dark side came out to play, and I’m here to satisfy it.

Her hand presses at the back of my head and I move her panties to the side, entering her with my tongue straight away and tasting her slick cunt. Like the first time, it’s a hit straight to my nervous system. She doesn’t let go of my head and pulls on the leash, cutting my airflow and I grow so fucking hard. I don’t dare humping the sofa underneath me but fuck, I want to. My head swims with the lack of oxygen but I continue to eat her out, never letting up. I lose sense of time as my tongue circles her clit the way she likes. When black appears on the edge of my vision, I tap her thigh twice and she immediately releases the belt. The rush is immediate and makes me float, my body barely my own.

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