29. Confetti Stick
twenty-nine
Confetti Stick
Vexen: 2024
I nnocent tears trail down her messy face, and I have to bite my tongue to keep from tasting the dirty salt dripping from her chin.
My little spade has always been a bit self-absorbed. Outspoken, without a care in the world. All of it’s a front. A diversion she’s mastered to hide her shattered parts.
Opal took her and shoved her into the shadows. Neglecting her until her home became one of the places she feared the most. Twisting the attention, she desperately seeks into a monster, Onyx’s been left to battle alone.
She refuses to trust.
Onyx is so broken she’s gone blind, refusing to see the truth existing in front of her. Waiting for her to claim it and start to heal her fractured wounds.
Guess it’s time I seal some of her cracks.
I turn her around, pressing her back into the hard surface, praying it’ll bruise her delicate skin. Scooping her up by her ass to drop her on the edge of the counter and quickly remove her tank top, revealing every inch of her creamy skin to me.
I step between her legs, not giving her an inch of space. “Lean back on your elbows,” I order, feeding her the hate she loves. “Don’t move,” I warn once she’s on display for me.
Fuck I can’t wait to devour every inch of her.
She watches me with haunting eyes, daring me to touch her. Forgetting teasing has become our new game.
My head dips above her nipple, licking my lips as I watch her eyes narrow. “Did you get these for pain, or pleasure? I’m going with both,” I taunt, gently blowing warm air on her peaked skin. “Do you play with them when you’re alone?”
“Yes,” she answers breathlessly, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“Show me,” I order. If she can’t tell me, I’ll make her show me.
Her hand shakes as she tugs on the opposite hoop, showing me what she likes without words. I lick her hard peak before tugging on the metal with my teeth. Her head falls back, a moan filling the darkness surrounding us.
My tongue glides across her skin, nipping her hand, silently telling her to move. The metal’s warm from her touch when I take her nipple in my mouth, sucking until she gasps. Easing up, my tongue flutters over the metal, taking away her labored breaths.
She hisses through her teeth, watching as I drag my tongue down her center, circling her belly button.
I raise my head, needing to study the ink she’s been hiding from me. Her pussy’s bare, except for a punctured dark heart, thorny vines capturing it, absorbing the dripping blood.
“I’m going to punish you one day for letting someone touch you here,” I inform her before tracing the heart with the tip of my tongue, driving her insane.
Her head thumps on the granite. “Please,” she begs.
Sliding my hands up the inside of her thighs, spreading them wider. “My pussy’s salivating,” I tell her, taking in every glistening inch of her. My dick turns into a steel rod. “I want the truth.” Her head snaps up. “Has anyone been inside you?”
She rolls her eyes. “No,” she answers tightly, suddenly annoyed.
Tilting my head, reading her glare. “Say it.”
“You don’t get to judge me, when you’ve been riding Miss Daisy for god knows how long.”
Pressing on her clit, making her bite her lip. “My dick never touched her trap,” I growl.
Her mouth falls open when I start rubbing gentle circles over her. “Whatever, I’m sure there were others,” she mumbles almost incoherently, squirming to find more friction.
Of course, there were others, but we’ll hit that topic another time.
“Toys?” I question, cocking a brow when her cheeks heat, avoiding my stare.
She tries to sit up. “I’m done —”
I press on her belly to keep her from moving. “Tell me what you want, and you’ll get your wish.”
“Wish?” she sneers.
“My silence,” I answer, watching her dissect what I’ve said.
“Ta…” the word dies on her tongue as she pauses to clear her throat. Squeezing her eyes shut, blocking out the world. “Eat me,” she barely whispers.
Flattening my tongue, savoring her from finish to start. She moans, fisting my hair when I suck on her, fluttering my tongue over her swollen clit.
“Yes, Christ… more,” she orders, riding my face, taking her pleasure like a queen.
She pants, digging her nails into my scalp. I know she’s close when I fist my cock, shoving my tongue into her entrance. Her labored breaths and gasps fill my ears, and when I nibble on her clit, she explodes. Two tugs, and I follow her, decorating the granite with my cum.
She’s barely caught her breath when I slide her to her feet, forcing her to turn. “Clean it up,” I order, ready to blow again as I watch her lap up every drop.
“What?” I rasp loudly into my phone, throwing an arm over my eyes to block out the sun. Zeke’s voice hits my ear as I feel her move between my legs. He’s ranting about something, but I quit listening when I feel her fist my morning wood. Peeking from under my arm. “Fuck, I gotta call you back.” Hanging up and dropping the phone.
She’s kneeling between my legs, fisting my cock. “Morning,” she rasps with her sleepy voice, smiling evilly.
My eyes scan her room before resting on hers. I watch her teeth graze her bottom lip as her hand tightens around me. She tilts her head, a smile spreading over her lips, when I notice something shiny in her free hand. Hearing the scrape of the metal has me holding my breath.
She’s holding a pair of scissors open, the blades on either side of my dick. “Did you sleep good?” she questions innocently, batting her lashes.
My eyes narrow, refusing to give in to the fear she’s trying to invoke.
“Someone’s grouchy,” she giggles, leaning over to lick my tip. I twitch, feeling the cold blade graze my sensitive skin. “Careful, baby demon.” She smiles, leaning to lick the spot all better.
“I’m going to wreck that pretty throat,” I warn evilly.
She giggles playfully, spitting on the head and sucking it clean. “Promise?” she taunts wickedly, licking her shiny lips. When I don’t answer. “If you so much as twitch in that bitches direction, I’m going to use this stick for confetti.”
“Promise,” I grit, ignoring the sweat gathering on my brow.
She kisses my tip. “Sealed with a kiss.” She winks, moving the blades, releasing me, and pointing them at me as she scoots from the bed. “Don’t get any ideas, baby demon. We can’t be late.” She backs into the bathroom, locking the door behind her.
Fuck my life… she drives me insane.