Page 55 of Isle of Pain

And I fall harder than I ever thought possible.

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MARIE

COLLARS AND LEASHES

Ipull gently on the makeshift leash, inviting Nico inside me, and my world is thrown on its fucking axis. Each of his piercings has me gasping for air as they slide against my inner walls. I understand him more as the pain of his intrusion gives way to pleasurable fullness. Settled inside me, he doesn’t move but chants my name, his eyes darting all over my face with awe, and that emotion I start to see behind his whiskey eyes.

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Tears rise to the surface, my throat clogged with the knowledge of how undeserving I am of him.

Then, he moves, withdrawing a few inches before thrusting back in with a gentleness so unlike him. I know his reputation. That he is a cold killer, a machine made for taking lives but they couldn’t be further from the truth. Inside Nico, a fire burns bright. He doesn’t always have the words for his emotions and why they appear but he feels them all the same and is more accepting of them than anyone I’ve met before. More than me.

A pathetic whimper brings me back to him until he’s all I can see, smell and feel.

“You’re making me feel so good, baby. Do you like fucking my pussy?”

Another whimper is Nico’s response and I grin. I’m getting addicted to his noises. I need more of them.

“Do you like knowing you’ll be the only one to ever touch me because all I want is you? That I’d never be able to do this with anyone else?” I ask, pulling on the leash to bring his lips close to mine, yet just shy away of kissing.

“Oh fuck, yes. Yes, yes, yes. God, I fucking love it. It makes me want to come,” he cries out.

“No God here, baby. Just me. Now fuck me like I know you want to.” I pull his head down until I whisper in his ear, “You have my permission.”

Like an elastic band that snapped, Nico slams his lips to mine and hikes my hip above his, thrusting into me with renewed violence. His hand on my ass opens me up for him, pelvis slapping against my flesh. The symphony we create is obscene, made of grunts and moans and wetness.

Pleasure coils at the base of my spine, rising steadily. Nico takes one of my tits inside his warm mouth, biting playfully at my nipple, and I’m free-falling. The pressure of his teeth on my flesh, his hard cock inside me pistonning an erratic rhythm, hissweaty skin gliding over mine, it’s all too much. Throwing my head back, I come on a silent scream, detonating over him like it’s what I’m meant for.

“Oh fuck.” I hear him groan as if in a fish bowl. Then, he’s unleashed. He fucks me into the mattress, grabbing my thighs with rough hands, and letting go. Pathetic cries fill my ears as he spurts his cum deep inside me. I float on the high, drunk on his pleasure.

When he stops moving and collapses over me, the weight of his body all I will ever need, my pussy spasms around him and he swears again. That makes me giggle uncontrollably, his softening cock slipping out of me. I get on my elbows while he rests on his haunches, the belt still hanging from his pretty neck, and we both admire the place where we were joined, leaking with a mix of cum and a little virginal blood.

Possessed, I swipe my index and middle fingers on my cunt, gathering the mess of us and sit up. I take hold on his jaw with my other hand and hover over his mouth.

“Open for me, baby.”

He does and sticks out his tongue with a cheeky flush on his face. Without prompt, he sucks my fingers into his mouth and moans.

I’m in danger. He’s about to become my deepest addiction, if he isn’t already.

While Nico feasts on us, my gaze drops to his cock and I’m drawn to taste us, too. Pushing him with a hand on his chest until he’s on his back, I take his flaccid length into my mouth, metal and salt swirling on my tongue. I’m not doing this for him, this is all for me, the proof that someone cared enough for me to give themselves over to me fully. I take my time cleaning him up, licking all traces of who I was away. I kiss the underside, take the pierced head into my mouth, caress his sac. Nico thickens under my ministrations and pride floods my veins like the mostdelicate alcohol. Before long, he’s moaning again, fists clenched at his side and begging for release.

“Give me everything, baby. Fuck my mouth like a good boy,” I urge, before taking it again into my mouth until he hits the back of my throat. He doesn’t hesitate, obeying sweetly and fisting my hair to pump inside me with abandon.

Before long, Nico’s coming again, crying so beautifully it sounds pained. I release him and swallow, climbing up until I rest my ear on his chest, listening to his heart settling down to a normal rhythm again.

Silence envelops us, protecting the little bubble we created for ourselves. I know it will pop soon. This sense of bliss, it can’t last long. Not when I’m the one breathing and my sister’s ashes are scattered in the wind. Not when Nico deserves more than I can ever give him. I was selfish. Taking his submission, that should have been meant for someone worthy, is the ultimate betrayal. He just doesn’t realise it yet.

Attuned to the dark clouds looming over me, Nico squeezes me closer. “What are you thinking about,luna mia?”

“Nothing,” I lie. “Just you.”

That much is true. He’s all I think about lately. How in another world, he could have been my everything. How in another reality, him, Ember and I could be the family I wish I could give my daughter. She deserves to have a father figure that loves her and cherishes her and I know Nico has so much love inside him, he’d give it freely if I asked. ButIdon’t deserve it.

I let the illusion of us lull me into a false sense of normalcy as we shower together and get into bed, his body moulding against my back. He said he doesn’t sleep much so I’m hoping he’ll leave soon to go paint and I can find what I need. The unopened bottle of white wine I bought at the store is calling my name like a demon on my shoulder. Once Nico is gone, I won’t resist the siren’s call. I don’t even want to.

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