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Messy and chaotic, just like us
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Delaney gasps, her back arching prettily off the bed, head nearly touching the dark wood headboard. Her perfect skin gives little resistance as I push the sharp needle through.
Her face contorts in the most delectable mixture of pleasure and pain. I always knew we were perfect for each other, from the very moment I first laid eyes on her. I can’t wait for when I get to do all the things I only just threatened. But not until she wants it because she trusts me, because she’s so hungry for me she can’t imagine not taking everything that I can offer and giving me her all in return—rather than out of want to feel hatred for me.
No. I will have every piece of my wife, including her heart. And she is going to give it to me.
“It is difficult,” I croon. Incredibly difficult, might I add. “Not reaching my hand back between your thighs right now. See how much more you want me with your body fully marked by me. You fucking love this.”
Delaney doesn’t respond, not to confirm or deny. But her cheeks have flushed red. She’s trembling, looking down with open mouthedawe at where my needle has claimed her. Not much has been more evident in my entire life than the fact that my wife is positively itching for a fuck right now. Fromme.I could make her come so easily. Probably just a few simple strokes of my tongue over her clit. Maybe a finger or two pushed in deep. Feeling how soft and hot she is from the inside.
But no, I am dedicated.
“Unfortunately, for you, I didn’t spend the whole night personally making your jewelry and the entire day practicing piercing others for the sole purpose that I not maim you only to get distracted now and do just that.”
Impulsive though I may be at times, I am still methodical. Why do something at all, if not to do it well?
“Finish what you started,” my wife breathes. So lascivious and needy. Iknewshe’d be into this.
I think she might also be enjoying the way I’m refusing to touch her. Ratcheting this painful, sinfully sweet anticipation so tight it’s going to absolutely shatter us when it breaks.
With a smirk, I say, “Finding a way to make me give you what you want anyways.” And instead of leaving the needle hanging out of her body and giving her exactly what shereally wants, burying my cock inside of where she’s all warm and wet until we can come against each other once again—fucking finally—I focus.
My hands are steady and sure as I thread thevinculumbarbell through Delaney’s nipple and then move on to the other breast to make it match. She reacts just as well this second time, giving in to the subtle pain of me piercing her nipple as she did with the first. Even offers me a soft little moan that makes my cock throb harder, if that’s even possible.
I answer it with a groan in turn.
It would take an embarrassingly minute amount of effort to relieve my own ache. Could probably palm my cock right over my pants, stroke hard once or twice, and come all over myself like an untried boy. I could then take my clothing (ruined because of her) off and smear my cum all over Delaney’s face. I bet she would like that. She certainly has an awfully ravenous gleam for someone who supposedly despises my existence.
But alas, I resist.
That is not what this is about. Even with how we bothcraveit.
I sit up to admire her. How beautiful she is. Those silver bars glinting against her pretty pink nipples.
“Fuck, that looks good,” I whisper accidentally. I hadn’t at all meant to speak my sentiment aloud. But a sight like this cannot go without praise. My beautiful wife, hands shackled above her head, her hair an absolute mess from how she writhes for me. Laid bare for me to do whatever I please—the proof of it glinting in her flesh—while she’s sweaty and red and shaking with desire. I can feel her trembling beneath my thighs, pinning her waist down.
I really do love her.
“It is going to be sublime,” I whisper, rubbing a thumb against the bottom of her breast. “When I can suck these between my lips. Bite them.”Yes.Clamp my teeth around those piercings and pull until she’s feral in my arms, begging for more. Once she’s submitted to us, that is. “Would you like that?”
Delaney nods, slow and deep. “Yes.”
“Probably didn’t work in my favor either, speaking such filth in your ear, knowing that I had not a single intention of following through.”
Slapping her pussy didn’t help matters much either. The wetness made the echoing clap around her chambers that much louder. The way she jumped.
Fuck.
”I want to give you what you need,ocellus.I really do.” I palm myself over my pants for emphasis.
Delaney observes the action—so hungry, so sensual, I want to pull my cock out and shove it in her mouth, just to make her full. Fuck her face hard with both hands lost in her hair, pushing her down my length while I thrust into her. Make her take it all. Make her gag, her throat tight around my cock. Pull out to come all over those pouty lips. Watch her lick them clean.
Squeezing it tight once, I let my hot cock fall heavy again before I actually do come in my pants. I’m having to actively fight doing so—hard enough it hurts. I don’t let myself look down at her naked body, her pierced nipples, again. If I do, I’m going to explode.
