Chaos #2
I slowed things down at that point, giving her a chance to regain her senses before I fucked her. I petted and kissed her pussy as I gentled my thrusts to nothing. When I withdrew my fingers, I eased to my feet. Bianca smiled at me, sated.
“I’ll be back, don’t move,” I told her.
I went to the bathroom, washed my hands and face, then returned. She was where I’d left her. She rose up on her elbows to watch me walk toward her. She noticed my erect cock bouncing with every step. Her eyes widened. When I reached her, I leaned down, kissed her deeply, then I stood.
“I want you on your hands and knees,” I demanded.
“Oh God, yes,” she moaned as she scrambled over and up.
I grabbed her hips. Pulled her toward me, so her knees were right near the edge of the mattress. The sight of her property cut, declaring she was Property of Chaos, made my cock jump.
I wrapped my hand around the base of my cock.
Then, I guided it to her opening and paused to let the heat scald the tip before I slammed into her.
Bianca wailed and drove herself back toward me, impaling herself while driving my cock into the hilt.
I groaned at the scalding heat and how fucking snug and soaked she was.
“Fuck, you don’t know how much I love how you feel surrounding me, Bianca. You make me feel like I’m wrapped in hot silk and being hugged. I never want to leave when I get inside of you.”
I eased back as I confessed that to her.
“Cash, I adore having you inside of me. You fill me so damn full, I worry you won’t fit, but you always do,” she panted.
I thrust hard, sinking back into her. I planned to start slow and then ramp up to crazy.
I couldn’t. Instead, I gripped her hips, and I worked her on and off my cock.
She helped by pushing her ass back as I thrust. We came together hard, and our skin slapped together, making us both groan.
It was fast and a little violent, but it was filled with nothing but mind-blowing pleasure.
After coming once, I lasted longer this time. I worked myself in and out, rubbing my cock’s head over her G-spot. I couldn’t resist coating my finger in all her sticky cum and working it back into her tight asshole. Bianca whimpered and placed her forehead on the mattress.
“I want to fuck this ass, baby. I know you said you’ve never done that, but will you let me one day? If you say no, that’s alright. But I won’t lie, I think about it,” I panted as I grew closer to an explosion. Every time I drove into her, my balls would slap against her pussy.
“Fuck, I don’t know, honey. I love your finger, and I wonder about more, but it’ll hurt,” she confessed.
“It will hurt more, but we can work up to it. And we’ll use lots of lube. But as much as it’ll hurt, the pleasure you’ll experience will make that all worth it, I promise. Will you think about it for me?” I asked.
There was only the slightest hesitancy before she breathed out and said, “For you, yes, I’ll do it.”
Elation hit me, and along with it, the last of my control evaporated. I thrust my cock and wiggled my finger in her ass as I used the other hand to reach around and pinch her clit. Bianca screamed, her body stiffened, then shook as she clamped around my cock.
It was such a tight hold, I could barely move. And it took two more strokes for me to roar, “Fuck!” then pump her milking pussy full of my cum.
Spurt after spurt of cum fired deep into her.
As it did, I growled and grunted, still stroking in and out though I pulled my finger from her ass.
I was boneless by the time we were both finished.
Bianca sank to her belly and lay beneath me, as I held myself, barely up on my elbows on either side of her.
Our breathing was loud rasps. I pushed her hair aside and kissed her upper back.
“I love you, Bianca. Thank you for saying yes to being mine.”
She turned her head, smiled over her shoulder at me. “Thank you for asking and for putting up with my doubts. I love you, Cash.”
We lay there, letting our bodies cool and my cock soften. As soon as I could feel my legs, I’d carry her to the tub, and we’d soak. I was a long way from being done with her tonight.
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It was the weekend, the first one of the new year.
I had a surprise for Bianca. I refused to tell her what it was.
All I said was she had to follow me. I took her to the room in the clubhouse that Fury called his den.
It was where he did our ink. We rarely went to The Inked Pagan.
I watched her eyes widen when she saw Fury, then the wall of ink bottles, his equipment, and the table.
“Chaos, what’re we doing here?” she asked.
“I’m here to have Fury put you on my skin, Binx. He already knows what I want. I thought you’d like to see your man get it,” I said as I shed my cut and hung it on a hook and then removed my T-shirt, which I tossed over the back of a chair.
“You can pull that chair up, Bianca. Have you ever seen anyone get a tattoo? Do you have ink?” Fury asked.
“No, I’ve never seen it done or gotten one. But I love all the ones I’ve seen on you guys. Chaos showed me which of his you’ve done. I love them. I’ve always wanted one, but I was too scared of the pain to do it.”
“You’re a woman. You can handle it. It’s men who are the bigger chickens I’ve found, in a lot of cases. Not to say I haven’t had some drama queens on my table or in my chair, but in general, women take pain better than men,” Fury told her.
Letting him talk, watching him explain what he was doing, and showing her the ink gun, I waited patiently.
I hoped Fury might put her at ease enough to consider getting one.
I’d love to have my name on her skin. When he finished talking, he brought out the transfer paper with the design on it. I’d already seen and approved it.
Before applying it to my skin, he shaved my chest, then cleaned it. After that, he applied the stencil over my heart. When he peeled away the paper, the outline was on my skin. She gasped as she leaned closer to study it.
“Oh, Fury, I love that. I can’t believe you’re putting that on your skin, for me,” she said breathlessly to me.
“Of course, I am. I left that spot open for my old lady. And only my Lioness goes there.”
The drawing was of a lioness’s face and part of the head surrounded by Calla lilies.
He had drawn it better than I had pictured it.
And below it was her name, Bianca. Fury efficiently filled the tiny containers with ink.
Then, he snapped on gloves, picked up his ink gun, and dipped the tip into the black.
Before touching it to my skin, he rubbed a thin layer of Vaseline on it to help the needle glide more easily.
It took him three hours, since I wasn’t doing color, but there was shading.
Bianca sat there the entire time, asking Fury questions.
She asked me how it felt. When it was done, he cleaned it and applied a clear film called Saniderm.
I knew how to care for it, but he repeated it so that she would hear. I admired it in the mirror.
“Well, do you like it? I asked her.
“I love it. What about you?” Bianca asked.
“I love it, too. Thanks a million, man,” I told Fury.
“You’re welcome. You know I always love slinging ink. So, B, what do you think? Are you gonna brave it and get one?” Fury asked my woman.
“I’m afraid that after this, my answer is…
Yes! I can do it as long as Chaos holds my hand.
I need to think a bit about what I want, but once I have it, I’ll let you know, and you can draw it.
Or better yet, I’ll give you a basic idea of what I want, and you design the entire thing. ” Her tone was excited.
“We’ll talk later, and you tell me which way you want to do it, and we’ll make it a surprise,” he promised.
I redressed, took her hand after giving him a fist bump, and walked out of there with a huge smile on my face. I couldn’t wait to show my new art off to the club. Finally, things were going the way they should.