Suddenly, he bit down, hard. I yelped, hands snapping to his shoulders. He sucked, hard enough to cause pain. Grabbing the other breast, he fondled it roughly, kneading the flesh into his palm. My fingers dug into the coarse leather covering his shoulders, whines and whimpers leaving my lips despite my best efforts at holding them back. The pain mingled with pleasure was intoxicating; impossible to know where one would end and the other began.
I was panting as he pulled away, and I winced as the cool air hit my oversensitive nipple. It was red and swollen, and was likely to bruise tomorrow. The thought of carrying such a mark on my body was equally rousing, making me shudder to the core. I hastily removed my hands from the Guildmaster's shoulders as I regained myself, my face burning as I turned away.
"No. Keep your eyes forward. Burn this night into your memory." His hands settled against my thighs, eyes molten. Despite everything I couldn't read him. He didn't seem angry, yet he looked at me with such intensity that I couldn't be sure he wasn't planning on killing me before the night was over. It was the same look of hunger as when he was in a fight he knew he would win. He seemed to enjoy savouring his power and superiority. It was of the many things that drew me to him. All I wanted was his approval.
He kept his eyes on mine as I felt a finger nudging against my core. I bit my lip but otherwise did as he said, watching him with my eyebrows knit together in genuine concern. Whenever I had done this myself it was hardly pleasant -- my finger forcefully pushing against the too tight muscles just left things burning and sore. I never understood the appeal.
Yet, his own finger inched inside with no such resistance. My mouth dropped open, keening in a voice I had never heard before. His finger was much thicker than my own, yet my body clenched around it hungrily -- I could feel my pulse throbbing around him, pulling him deeper.
"You're awfully wet for someone who's never done this before." He spoke with such nonchalance, tweaking his finger experimentally as he stroked the inner walls. Mine.
------------ this is actually the amount i had pre written up to so now i actually have to write more oops >_>
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Untitled Daddy Issues [F!DB/Mercer Frey] -- 7/?
Date: 2017-03-13 03:26 pm (UTC)--------
Suddenly, he bit down, hard. I yelped, hands snapping to his shoulders. He sucked, hard enough to cause pain. Grabbing the other breast, he fondled it roughly, kneading the flesh into his palm. My fingers dug into the coarse leather covering his shoulders, whines and whimpers leaving my lips despite my best efforts at holding them back. The pain mingled with pleasure was intoxicating; impossible to know where one would end and the other began.
I was panting as he pulled away, and I winced as the cool air hit my oversensitive nipple. It was red and swollen, and was likely to bruise tomorrow. The thought of carrying such a mark on my body was equally rousing, making me shudder to the core. I hastily removed my hands from the Guildmaster's shoulders as I regained myself, my face burning as I turned away.
"No. Keep your eyes forward. Burn this night into your memory." His hands settled against my thighs, eyes molten. Despite everything I couldn't read him. He didn't seem angry, yet he looked at me with such intensity that I couldn't be sure he wasn't planning on killing me before the night was over. It was the same look of hunger as when he was in a fight he knew he would win. He seemed to enjoy savouring his power and superiority. It was of the many things that drew me to him. All I wanted was his approval.
He kept his eyes on mine as I felt a finger nudging against my core. I bit my lip but otherwise did as he said, watching him with my eyebrows knit together in genuine concern. Whenever I had done this myself it was hardly pleasant -- my finger forcefully pushing against the too tight muscles just left things burning and sore. I never understood the appeal.
Yet, his own finger inched inside with no such resistance. My mouth dropped open, keening in a voice I had never heard before. His finger was much thicker than my own, yet my body clenched around it hungrily -- I could feel my pulse throbbing around him, pulling him deeper.
"You're awfully wet for someone who's never done this before." He spoke with such nonchalance, tweaking his finger experimentally as he stroked the inner walls. Mine.
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this is actually the amount i had pre written up to so now i actually have to write more oops >_>