With each shot, the hungry need inside me to possess her grows. When I put her phone on my bedside table, I grab a condom. Then I take off my jeans. The rest of my plans for this scene don’t matter. I want my name on her skin, then I want to hear her say it, over and over again as I take her one last time.
I start with the bird, curving my name along the bottom of one wing. Then I add it just above the dragon’s eye, curving with her hip. I press her legs up and open, brushing an open-mouthed kiss across her pussy as I rise up over her. The wolf is me, and I write my name in his fur, big, bold letters right across her lower abdomen. Max.
My cock throbs, rising between our bodies in heavy approval. When I lean over her further to reach the dahlia, she realizes I’m naked, and lets out a needy cry. She lifts her hips, rocking against me. The first wet slide of her cunt against the bottom of my cock is like a bolt of lightning. I fling the marker away, not giving a fuck where it lands, and rip the condom wrapper open.
I’ve been too silent. I got lost in what I’d been doing on her skin, and she gave me that, but I need to take care of her, too.
As I roll the condom down my shaft, I stroke between her folds. “You’re so wet for me already, aren’t you, kitten?” I shove her legs wide with my knees, notching the hard, wide head of my erection right against her.
She whimpers and nods.
“Good,” I say, flexing my hips just enough to press into her a half-inch. “Because this is going to be fast and hard. Is that what you want?”
“Yes, Max.” She tips her head back and spreads her hands wide. My fallen angel, covered in ink. All mine.
“And if it wasn’t?” I pulse deeper, pressing her open, before pulling back. Fuck, I love watching her take my cock.
“I want what you want.”
I don’t care if that’s just dirty talk right back at me or the truth, I’ll fucking take it. I grip the back of her thigh and squeeze, pressing her leg up and to the side as I fall on top of her, catching myself with my other hand up beside her head.
She cries out as I bottom out inside her.
Music to my ears.
My kitten. My Violet. Mine to fuck, hard and fast or slow or however I want. To fill to the stretching point, and then deeper still.
She’s so wet, and even though she’s tight as fuck, she can’t hold me inside her. I’m bigger, I’m stronger, and I’ve tied her down. She’s mine to do with as I will.
“Can you touch yourself?” Fuck, I want to watch her do that. I rear up on my knees, hauling her with me. I hold her by her hips as her arms flair wide, bracing herself against the bed for a second, then she reaches for her clit, her fingers crossing my wolf on the way. She has no idea what she looks like.
Time for that to change.
I thrust into her again, burying myself to the hilt. “Open your eyes.”
She blinks up at me, then looks to where I’m holding her tight against me, our bodies locked together.
She gasps out loud, and her hands fly to the pictures. The wolf first, then the dragon’s eye, then she twists to the right and left, looking at the others. “I thought you were writing your name,” she breathed, her eyes wide. “What are these?”
“Just some things I wanted to see on your skin.” I flex my cock inside her. Her wide-eyed inspection feeds something deep in my soul, that little kid that hid a sketchbook because he needed to be learning his lines.
“They’re incredible.” She turns her attention to me, her eyes bright and wet. “Max…”
Shit and fuck. No emotional tears. I slap the back of her leg, a stinging flat palm and her cry turns to a moan. I do it again, right on the same spot, and she writhes against me, her cunt squeezing me tight.
I push my palm higher, grabbing a handful of her ass. “Touch yourself, Violet.”
Her breath catches and she slicks her fingers between her pussy lips. I fuck in and out of her, my cock obscenely large parting the delicate folds of her sex, against her fingers and the dark curls on top of her mound. She’s beauty and I’m the beast. Even with my marks all over her, she’s still an angel.
I take her harder, one hand on her ass, the other cupping her other hip possessively. I’m twisting into her with each hard surge, driving against her G-spot. She’s rubbing her little clit as fast as she can, and her legs are shaking around me.
“Are you gonna come? Come on me, kitten. I want to feel that hot little pussy spasm so sweet, you hear me?”
“Yes…” She’s trembling all over now.
I spank her again, this time on her ass, and she screams out. I do it harder and she explodes, her climax hard and brutal and deep inside her. Her inner muscles clench around my cock, and I go crazy. I don’t want to hurt her so I pull out, whipping off the condom so I can stroke myself bare. All it takes is two savage pulls and I’m coming hard. My vision blurs as my orgasm takes over. I fall forward, bracing myself above her, and my jizz spurts against her belly, her pussy, between her legs as she twists beneath me.
She’s still playing with herself.
I’m going to fucking black out, and she’s rubbing my come into her clit, still riding out her orgasm.
It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my entire life. My brain short-circuits as she pulls her hands up her torso, a wet, sticky slide that pulls some of the blue ink from my wolf and smears it up between her breasts.
I fumble for the velcro around her wrists, then we’re kissing. Her legs are still bound, but somehow I get her on her side, and pull one up, then the other, freeing her.
This is insanity.
How am I going to last a week before we get to do this again?
23
Violet
I dress carefully the next day. Black bra and panties. Black high-waisted trousers and a dark blue blouse under a black blazer.
I can still feel his name all over me.
We showered together and Max washed off all those amazing drawings. His names, however, only faded. Permanent marker, he said. Should wear off by the end of the week.
When I got home last night, I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom and traced the letters in his name across my belly.
Max.
What an unexpected thing this weekend had been.
And now reality demands our return.
I think about him non-stop on Monday. When I get home, I strip naked and stretch out on my bed.
I look at the photos on my phone, and send him one. The dragon’s eye. It’s beautiful.
V: Thank you for an incredible weekend.
M: Thank you for the photo. And being my canvas.
V: Anytime.
M: This coming weekend?
V: Absolutely.
M: My place, Friday night. Plan to stay the weekend.
V: I’ll have to leave Sunday at noon.
He doesn’t reply right away. Then…
M: Send me another photo.
V: What’s the magic word?
M: Now.
I giggle. Then I send him the dahlia. You can see the bottom curve of my breast in it. I stroke that spot as I watch the file upload, then the little delivered check mark appear. I grow wet between my legs as I imagine him opening it, seeing that curve of flesh. The hint of beard burn right above the topmost petal.
V: I’ve been looking at them since I came home.
V: They’re hot.
I send those as two separate messages. Dots appear at the bottom of the screen, then stop. Then they start again.
M: Have you been touching yourself?
V: Just my breast…so far.
M: Can I call you?
Instead, I call him. He answers on the first ring. “Violet.”
His voice is a rough rub against the composed persona I carried around all day, and I close my eyes and lean into the warmth of his words.
“Tell me what you want to do, kitten.”
I drift my fingers across my abdomen, featherlight. “I’m thinking about your name on my skin. That’s r
eally, really hot.”
“For me, too.”
“It makes me wet.”
He groans in my ear. “How wet?”
“Umm…” I shift my legs, my fingers just curling over my mound. Close enough to catch a drop of moisture, but I’m not touching myself full on just yet. “Pretty wet. I can feel it on my thighs.”
“But not your fingers?”
“Not yet.”
“Are you waiting for permission?”
“No.” I smile. “Should I?”
He breathes deeply. A thinking sound. “I like the idea of you touching yourself. Even better if I’m on the phone with you and can listen to you come.”
“I’m a little sore,” I whisper. “I’ll need to be gentle.”
“You don’t like gentle.” He drops his voice, too. “If I was there, I’d go down on you. Lick you slowly, up and down, until you’re squirming for more.”
“That sounds gentle.” And good. I roll my hips, my fingers grazing my clit, then sliding effortlessly between my pussy lips because yeah, I’m soaked.
“Gentle’s a good place to start sometimes. Get you warmed up, tease you, make you squirm.”
“I’m squirming now.”
“Could you stop?”
Uhh… “Maybe?”
“I want the answer to be no. Clearly I need to suck your clit more, until it’s hard and throbbing and you can feel everything inside pulling tight. Ready to explode. I’d suck it and swirl my tongue around it, pull it into my mouth and then soften my lips, kissing the rest of your gorgeous, fucking sexy little pussy.”
“Oh God,” I pant. Now I’m writhing for real, my fingers doing exactly what he said his mouth would do. Clit, then wider. Clit again. I pinch it between two flat fingers, imagining him sucking on it.
“How about now, kitten? Could you stop now?”
I thrash my head back and forth. “No…” I whine.
“Good.” He’s practically purring in my ear now. “This is when I’d flip you over and spank your ass for touching yourself without permission.”
“But you said—”
“And for talking back.”
The sound I make to that isn’t human, and he chuckles.
“Once your ass is nice and rosy, I’d stretch out on the bed and order your eager little cunt onto my face.”
“Mmf…”
“That’s right. You’re dripping for me, so wet, and I want to lick up every last drop. I grip your ass, pressing into the sorest points, and I make you ride my face until you come in my mouth.”
I groan as my orgasm explodes, a second too soon for me to stop it. Nuclear fusion has nothing on the molten collision of my desire and Max’s reprimand inside me. He took turned off and restless, flipped a switch to hella dirty, and now I’m a quivering mess of aftershocks and confusion.
“You okay?” he asks gently in my ear.
“Uhh…” I roll onto my side. “Yeah.”
“Do you have a blanket you could wrap around yourself?”
“Mmm.”
“Shit. Are you sliding into subspace? Fucking hell, I shouldn’t have done that.”
“Max.” I breathe in and out, the fog clearing. I smile, but he can’t see that. “Max. I’m fine. I’m good. That was super intense. Thank you.”
“You should get something to eat.”
“Really. You’re confusing post-orgasm bliss with subspace because of the phone.”
“I’ve never done that before.”
“Phone sex?”
“Well, phone Dom, anyway.”
“It was good. Great. And I’m getting up now to go have a glass of water and granola bar.”
“Thank you for that.” He sighs. “Only Monday, eh?”
“I’ve got a long work week ahead, it should fly by. How about you?”
“Yeah. Department meeting tomorrow night, won’t be home until late.”
“Hard worker.”
“I could say the same thing to you. You’re a total keener.”
I blush. I am. “Okay, so we’re not exactly the same. You’re so not a keener.” There’s no way Max would ever be that desperate for anyone to know he’s got the right answer. He’s a know-it-all, in a way, maybe, but he doesn’t give a fuck if anyone notices. He just likes to be right. I don’t think we have slang for that.
He chuckles. “Nope.”
“You’re the anti-keener.” There. That’s now a thing. At least for us.
“Pretty much.”
“What were you in high school, a rebel?”
He doesn’t answer right away, then he clears his throat. “I didn’t go to high school, actually. But I guess I was a rebel in university. Definitely the dark horse in medical school.”
“Dr. Bad Boy.” I laugh. I like that. I’m going to use that again. But he’s a good doctor, too, and I tell him as much.
“I try. It’s…I like helping people.”
“Oooh, a secret keener.”
“Don’t tell anyone.”
“Your secret is safe with me.” I know there’s more to it than that, but I’ll leave those questions for another time.
“And you were the keener girl, in high school and beyond, weren’t you?”
“Front of the classroom, hand waving in the air.” I sigh. “It’s true.”
“Sitting straight up, I bet. I do like your posture.”
“Do you?”
“I’d like to make you sit like that. Hand in the air, and wait for me to call on you.”
“What would the question be?”
He laughs. “Does it matter?”
“It always matters, Max.”
“So if I ever need to punish you, I just need to demand you resist the urge to be right?”
“No, don’t, that’s impossible,” I protest, letting my voice go all breathy.
He just laughs. “You get that snack yet?”
I turn on the tap in the kitchen and pour myself a glass of water. “Getting it now.”
“Let me know once you’re back in bed. I’d like to tuck you in.”
“How romantic,” I tease.
“At least thirty percent of the time, kitten.”
“My kind of balance.” I finish my snack, then pad into the bathroom to brush my teeth again.
He tells me about the rest of his week in broad strokes until I’m back in bed, this time under the blankets.
I turn off the lights so I can pretend he’s next to me. “Good night, Max.”
“Night, kitten.”
24
Max
The next night I don’t get home until after ten. We ordered in sandwiches for our department meeting, so I head straight upstairs. I’ve been making a shopping list in my head all day.
I stop in my room to change out of my suit. When I open my dresser drawer to pull out a pair of sweatpants, my eyes catch on the spot where her phone had been sitting.
Where I’d picked it up and proceeded to take naked pictures of her.
My marks on her skin.
I’m hard immediately. I still haven’t come, and I don’t usually deprive myself.
I’m waiting for the wolf picture, I think.
She’s sent me two. I want them all.
I text her as I wander into my home office.
M: Are you up?
She might still be awake. I should find out what time she usually goes to bed. I fire up my computer and type in the first thing on my list.
It took me a long time to learn to accept that it’s okay to like the rush of embarrassed heat racing through my blood stream as I look at something I’m socially conditioned to think is dirty or wrong.
But there’s nothing dodgier than a grown man ordering a purple miniskirt kilt online. I shift as my cock swells further, my balls aching. They suddenly feel full.
And that just makes me think of coming on her stomach. Violet, rubbing my essence into her skin. Creamy white droplets blurring my wolf into her belly. A mess in the dark curls above her pussy.
I slide my hand into my pants and squeeze myself.
My come sliding down those pretty pink lips, all swollen and slippery wet for me.
I groan and tip my head back, and that’s when my phone chimes.
V: I am. Hi.
Fuck me. A simple text almost puts me over the edge. Well, a text and the memory of marking her and her sweet, innocent greeting.
Breathing hard, I force myself to stop jacking off.
M: Wasn’t sure. What time do you usually go to sleep?
V: Another half-hour or so. I’m in bed.
God damn it. I want to be there. I want her here. I want to buried balls deep inside her.
M: Tell me you’re naked.
V: I’m naked.
M: Send me another photo.
I want to tell her I want the wolf, but I also want to see if she saves it for last. If it means as much to her as it does to me.
V: One of your sketches? Or me naked right now?
Before I can answer, more dots appear under her name. Then a photo pops up.
V: I like this one.
It’s the bare curve of her thigh, leading up to her hip. Where the dragon’s eye was, and now my name is all that remains in grey letters.
I squeeze my cock once more and tuck him back into my pants, my pulse heavy in my neck as I lean back in my chair.
M: You’re stunning.
V: And now I’m blushing.
M: Beautiful.
V: Stop it.
M: Are you going to make yourself come again tonight?
V: I might wait.
M: Until?
She hesitates. Then…
V: The next time I come to your house.
M: Friday.
V: Is that a question?
I grin.
M: No.
V: Then I guess I’m waiting until Friday.
M: I’m not sure I can.
V: More blushing.
I need to change the subject. It’s late and I’m not selfish enough to keep her awake. Well, I am, but I’ll make an exception for Violet.
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