Ass cheeks dont grow on trees missy!
And besides, Im using my last one to make a delightful lampshade. (it has a tattoo on it)
she sat patiently, watching him intently. she could see that he wasn't out yet. a slight smirk entangled his lips. after about 20 minutes, his body went limp. she gave him balls a little yank, no response. out cold.
she jumped up in excitement and went to work.
*
as he slowly came to, she was stood over him. there was something about the look on her face..he couldn't quite make out if she was angry or excited but her eyes were locked onto his. she wanted to drink up his expression as he realised what had happened.
he sat up slowly and twinged at the fresh pain on his back.
"you bitch, you scratched the shit out of my back" he snarled
"guess again.." she gestured with her eyes, toward a needle.
Fuzzy darkness, ...a song on the radio ....stereo??.
Cold floor , and a smell like disinfectant.
He drew a deep breath. what. the .fuck.
He sat up, wobbly and disorientated. WHAT...THE..FUCK....
She was standing nearby, peering at him curiously , an odd look of satisfaction trying to be hidden.
He breathed deeply, through his nose.
A cold wash of anger swept him, and he became aware of the pain on his back.
The pain did it.
Somewhere in the dark recesses of his mind,
colour drained to black and white.
And the switch flicked.
on.
"you bitch, you scratched the shit out of my back" he snarled. She stared oddly at him, a small smirk desperate to be released flitted acrosss her bottom lip, and she bit it to hide it.
He saw it.
"Ten seconds to tell me what youve done , before some very bad shit starts to happen".
His voice dropped to an icey tone , his head tilting to the side slightly , as he regarded her.
she calmly straddled him again, and hoped that the sounds from the radio along with the thunderstorm outside would calm him.
"i gave you some ink. it's a tattoo of my mouth, and it's where i want to bite you the most." she licked his cheek slowly, hands running through his hair, waiting for him to show her his appreciation.
Cold...so very cold .
Tunnel visioned audio distorted .
He looked at her ...through her ....
"Pass me a cigarette" . The voice with its lilt , was a deep hiss.
She rolled off him , got up and got his smokes, lighting one and placing it to his lips.
His eyes never left hers, as he drew a deep drag, blowing the smoke into the air around her.
The hand was fast.
She didnt even have time to duck as his fingers coiled through her hair, and tightened, just to the point of pain, but inescapable.
"Sugar, sugar, sugar, what am I to do with you ...hmmm?".
The voice had changed again. The lilt was gone and it was deeper, almost guttural.
She wriggled beneath his grip, and it grew immediately tighter.
His breath on her neck was hot, slow and languid, belying the personality she could hear.
He ran a sharp fingernail down her cheek, and trailed it down between her breasts.
Licking lips, the heat beginning to puddle within her. The butterflys of expectation playing about her chest.
she released the butterflies and immediately felt calmer. as she searched his face for anything that might give a clue as to how to calm him down, he put the cigarette to her lips..she took a big toke and realised he had given her a blunt disguised as a cigarette. within minutes, her sex drive was through the roof.
she grabbed her hat again, collected her chart. she stood a safe few steps away from him, and he grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him, her face inches away from his. as their eyes met again, she whispered, "you do whatever you want with me"
"Oh trust me, I shall"
His lips ran down her neck and he spun her around, facing a large window.
His deft hand ran up her thigh, til it met the laced edge of her panties.
She gasped, as he tore the flimsy fabric cleanly, and again as he yanked them from her body.
The touch of his fingers against her inner thigh made her part her legs involuntarily, shaking with want.
She heard a metallic "snick" , and felt a delicious cold shard against the delicate flesh beside her pussy.
Thump, thump, thump...her heart began to race, saturated with a fear, yet goading, taunting her to open herself.