Page 23 of Slaying for Santa
“But first, I wanna see what it feels like to sink my whole fist in there,” he growls, quickly slipping a fourth finger in, and I cry out at the slight sting, my lips spreading into a smirk as he gives me what I’m craving.
Pain.
“Fuck, the way you just gushed over my hand.” He leans down with another animalistic growl and snatches my bottom lip between his teeth, biting until I cry out.
He releases my lip with a long drag of his teeth, chuckling darkly. “Every time I make you hurt, your cunt gets slicker.”
“I guess you know you’re doing the job right then,” I rush out, pushing my pussy against his hand with each thrust, feeling his fingers deep, while his thumb grazes my clit.
“Fuck, Bell. Give me a safeword.”
“I don’t need it.” I pant, my lids falling shut as his rhythm makes it hard to be uncomfortable with his studying gaze.
“Like fuck. Safety first, Bell. Always.”
Fuck it. Why does he have to be so… decent?
I don’t do safewords, and yeah, I know that’s dangerous as fuck, but that’s the point.
Do I have a death wish?
Maybe. But if I really think about it, the rush of being humiliated, being pushed to the brink and then over, the possibility that this is it… well, it’s just another kind of addiction.
I don’t need drugs and alcohol when I’m walking that fine line between living and dying.
I’ve been diagnosed as having borderline sexual masochism disorder, and that paired with what we did before, a form of asphyxiophilia, is seriously dangerous. So, to me, a safeword isn’t needed.
“Since I don’t do the whole con non-con thing,” I pant,thrusting up to meet his rhythm, “if I say no or stop, then those words mean no or stop.”
“Noted,” he growls, before claiming my lips.
I’m stunned for a moment, still not used to this whole kissing thing during sex, but the moment his tongue sweeps against mine, I melt, and something happens…
I get lost in the kiss.
His fingers, his thumb, the feel of his soft lips against mine, his tongue brushing mine and fucking into my mouth… shit… this is a different sort of high.
I’m about to push him back, because I don’t know if I like this feeling, but he beats me to it, breaking the kiss with a hiss as he fucks his fingers into me harder.
“Does this hurt?”
“A little. Not enough,” I admit, and holy fuck, the wicked smirk that tugs at his lips is seriously sinful.
“Time to take my fist then.”
My lips part as a breath rushes from me, and he shifts lower, settling between my legs as his eyes finally focus on my pussy.
“Your clit is so swollen,” he rasps, leaning down to suck it into his mouth.
My back arches as I cry out, white hot heat flushing through my entire body, and he moans, like he loves the taste of me, the vibration of it adding to the sensations.
Kit draws back, sucking my clit and stretching it until it pops free, and his eyes lock with mine as he licks his lips.
“I’m gonna love destroying this pussy.”
A slow smirk pulls at my lips at how much I want that. “Get to it then.”
His smirk is lazy, but the flare of his eyes as they drop to watch his fingers fuck in and out of me is full of anticipation.
