Page 45 of Isle of Pain

A slight sheen of sweat coats my forehead and I’m growing wet under my jeans, searching for friction by squeezing my thighs together.

Observant and kind, Damian offers me to remove my clothes. “You can always pause the scene to take care of your own needs, Miss Marie. Have Nico wait and watch. He’ll enjoy it, I think.”

“I will, but not yet. And not with you present, Sir. This is only for his eyes.”

Damian makes a sound of approval at the back of his throat and Nico lets out a pathetic “Oh fuck, please” that makes me giggle. I’m on top of the world, nothing can beat this feeling.

Damian shows me different types of paddles, floggers and whips, detailing which have Nico’s preferences. As much as I want to dominate him, I want him to enjoy it and I keep getting attracted to the leather ones.

I pick up one with a lot of tails and proceed to spank Nico with it. His chants ofyesandmoreandfuckfill the room and my brain, leaving space for nothing else. His ass is turning a dark pink and when I touch it, the warmth under my palm sets me on fire.

“Oh fuck yes, please, Miss Marie. Touch me,” Nico begs.

“Look at you, baby. Begging so sweetly for me.”

I don’t know where any of what I say is coming from, only that I need to praise him for taking all the pain so well for me. I knew he could but I didn’t expect to feel so proud of him. I kneed his ass cheeks and the back of his thighs, his head falling forward with a groan. “You did so good, baby. Barely moving while you took everything I gave you.”

“I want more,” he says with a strain and Damian clicks his tongue. “Don’t be fucking greedy. You take what we give you or you don’t get anything at all.”

“Yes, Sir. Yes, Miss Marie.”

“Get up,” Damian orders and Nico obeys, wincing slightly. It makes me want to hurt him more.

“I’d like to see him on the cross,” I say, barely containing the glee and anticipation.

“Go on, pet. You heard your girl.”

Nico steps onto the small platform on which the cross is laid out and opens his arms and legs to fit against the boards. I watch, panting, as Damian fastens him to it. He looks so perfect like this, bound and at my mercy. My nipples are tight peaks against the fabric of my bra, heavy with need. Nico’s eyes are solely focused on me and I preen under his attention.

I take hold of the riding crop I previously used and swipe it across his legs and pierced nipples in quick succession. His cock is hard and leaking. I approach him, like I’m under a spell.

“This is usually when I’d let one of his arms out of their bindings so he can touch himself. Or see if I can make him comejust from the pain. But I guess since you can touch him, you might have other ideas.” Damian’s tone is salacious and I swipe my thumb on the head of Nico’s cock collecting pre-cum before sliding the digit into my mouth.

Nico’s usual whiskey eyes have turned dark with lust, his lips parted and fixed on where my thumb glides inside my mouth.

“I’ll take my leave now. You’re a natural, Miss Marie. Trust your instincts, check in regularly and use your safe word if you need a break or a renegotiation."

“Thank you, Sir.”

I barely hear Damian leave but when he does, the air changes between Nico and I, charged with possibilities, dark desire and hunger. I want him so badly, I could drink him down. I’m not interested in his pain right now, I want his pleasure, his cries, his moans, his sweet begging in my ears. I discard the crop and bring both hands to his body, gliding my fingers on his chest first, my fingers softly skidding across the raised skin of his scar.

Tentatively, I press a kiss on top of it. His nipples are pierced and I pull on them, pain and softness already entwined like I could train him to crave both if it’s at my hands. Nico’s brows tighten together and he groans. I replace my lips with my tongue, tasting the sweat on his skin.

I will never need another drink for as long as I can lick the salt of his skin.

“Colour?” I simply ask.

“Green.”

I let my hands descend on his body until I reach his cock and take it into my hand, caressing his sack with the other one. I have no clue what I’m doing but Nico’s right here with me. “Spit on it,” he begs.

I spit into my hand and return it to his cock, his length gliding perfectly into my tight fist.

“Fuck, this feels so good, Miss Marie. Please don’t stop.”

Incapable of helping myself, I bring my lips to his, kissing all his moans, and claiming them for myself. He tastes like desperation and if I weren’t so drunk on him already, I’d fantasise about bottling him up so I can indulge in it every night before bed. I want to own him fully so I drop to my knees in front of him, keeping my eyes locked with his. I’m still fully clothed while he’s naked and magnificent in front of me, ready to be used. I can’t rush this.

“Give me a colour, baby,” I ask softly. It’s one thing to kiss him, to hug him; and completely another to touch him so intimately when we’re both high on each other and the emotions running the show. I want to be so good for him.

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