Chapter 5
BELL
I’m almost positive I will regret this later, and not at all because I’m about to get choked on my best friend’s brother’s cock. But because, I’m not sure if Kit really has what it takes to follow through with something he’s only ever imagined doing.
“You really want to do this after what I just admitted?” he asks, even while he slips off his tank.
“Yes.”
“Are you sure?” he asks again, his voice dropping an octave as I part the front of my dress, giving him a glimpse of my black lacy bra.
“Do we have to go over this again, Kitty Kat? Do I ever lie?”
His brows shoot up. “Fine. It’s your funeral.”
“In that case…” I peer up at him through the fan of my lashes. “Since you have a Santa Dom kink, why don’t you go and slip on that Santa costume hanging in your wardrobe. May as well get right into the role of it.”
His lips part in shock, and it takes him a moment to clear his throat enough to speak.
“You saw the suit?”
I nod. “I might have snooped in there first,” I admit, standing from the bed and letting my dress slip off my shoulders to pool at my feet.
His eyes are searing as they peruse down, taking in every part of exposed skin he can see.
“I wear it so the security cameras pick up Santa in the feed, and I show Libi…” he trails off, clearly distracted by my near nakedness.
Snapping my fingers before his eyes, he flinches back, and a low growl rumbles in his chest like he wants nothing more than to shove me down and fuck me raw right here, right now, and hell… I want to let him.
“Santa suit,” I order, and he grins this time, turning and walking into the room that is set up like a fancy designer store dressing room. Only this one isn’t in a store. It’s right here in his home.
Sitting back on the bed, I unlace my boots and kick them off to the side, before standing and checking myself over in the ceiling to floor mirrors.
The red in my tattoo stands out especially well in this light, and the black looks darker. More sinister.
I love my ink. Pretty isn’t a word I use to associate with myself, but since getting it done, and covering up all the scars, I really do feel pretty.
After getting my ink I started to dress differently. No more clothes right up to my neck. No more lacy long sleeves to hide the deliberate imperfections. Some done by me. Others done by my father.
In certain light, if someone is looking closely enough, I know they can see indents from some of the cigarette burns in my skin, but mostly they go unnoticed until someone tries to touch me where the tattoos are.
“Please tell me I don’t have to wear the fucking beard too. It’s too fucking hot for that shit.”
My eyes flick to Kit’s reflection in the mirror as he comes to stand behind me, the thin red pants hanging low on his hips, the cheap fabric not doing anything to hide the bulge underneath.
The red jacket is more like a shirt, which he’s left open with the sleeves rolled up, revealing those rippling abs again, and the hat is nowhere in sight.
“Is it bad that I want to get a knife and mark-up those washboard abs?” I ask, and his brows hitch, but he doesn’t panic like most guys would.
“Is it bad that I’d let you, as long as you promised to lick up the blood?”
My lips part as air whooshes from me, and I spin to face him as heat pools between my legs.
Shit. I’m feeling… like actually feeling.
I’m hot, yet goosebumps ripple over my skin.
My blood is molten, rushing through my veins to get to my pussy.
My heart is thudding in my chest like a drum, so loud I can hear it in my ears.
And there’s something else. Something that feels like more than arousal, yet I can’t place it, because I’ve never felt it before.
My chest is rising and falling so quickly that he notices, his eyes jumping to the way my tits strain towards him like they are desperate for his touch.
“You like the sound of that? Licking up my blood?” His blue gaze flicks back to lock with mine.
“Yes,” I breathe, and he steps closer, his hand reaching out, and a second later, he’s fisting my hair, jerking my head back.
“Tell me again how rough you like it.”
“As rough as you can handle, and probably more.” I pant as he hovers over me, his lips mere inches from mine.
“Open your mouth,” he demands, and yes, his dominance has me melting, my lips parting for him instantly.
“Tongue out,” he snaps, and I do it, making sure to stretch it as I go, curling the tip so it’s more inviting.
Then he spits on my tongue.
A moan escapes me, his warm spit slapping my tongue, and I drag it in and swallow it down, accepting his filthy gift.
“Mmmm. You taste good, Santa.”
With slightly parted lips, a slow, sinister smile spreads them wide.
“Are you a filthy whore, Belladonna?”
“Only for those who deserve it, Kitty Kat.”
He growls at the name I call him, but, fuck it, he deserved that dig after calling me Belladonna.
“You’re meant to call me Santa,” he snaps, and like the brat I am, I roll my eyes.
“I’d call you Santa every fucking time if you deserved it. But you’re being a shit-cunt, calling me the very thing you know hurts.”
His eyes narrow. “I thought you liked pain.”
“Not that pain.”
For a long moment, he stares into my eyes, his blue orbs dancing between mine like he’s trying to see the depravity behind them.
“No. I guess that’s not the sort of pain we should share,” he rasps, his fist gripping my hair painfully tight as he reaches around with his free hand and unclips my bra.
The moment my tits spill free, he lets up on his grip, shifting back to get a good ganda at my rack, and I keep my eyes trained on his, so I don’t miss the surprise when it happens.
Ohhh, there it is.
“Nipple piercings.” He groans. “Fuck, Bell. I should’ve known.”
“If you make me pass out from choking me on your cock, I might let you hook a battery up to them and give me a little zap.”
His eyes flare as they lock back with mine. “You’re into erotic electrostimulation?”
This time it’s my brows that shoot up in surprise. “You know what that is? Not many do.”
His grin reappears. “Fuck, I hope my sister doesn’t come home for days. The things I want to do to you…”
“Yes,” I moan.
“Yes, to what?” he rasps, leaning in close. So close I can feel the warmth of his breath fan over my lips.
“Yes, to anything you want to do.”
“Fuck,” he rushes out, and a second later, his lips are on mine.
I melt into him, letting his tongue sweep into my mouth as I try to keep up, not used to kissing anyone.
Shit. Suddenly, I feel out of my depth.
You can string me up like a pig. Whip me like a slave. Fuck me with weird objects. But kiss me… hell, I don’t even know how to do that confidently.
It takes me a few beats to relax as he slows the kiss, like he can feel my uneasiness, and he slowly grazes his tongue with mine a few times before I feel game enough to delve mine into his mouth.
When I do, I feel his moan vibrate in his chest more than I can hear it. So I do it again, and his fingers dig into my hips before he breaks the kiss.
“Fuck, Bell,” he pants, licking his lips as I do the same. “We’ll talk about that kiss later, but right now, I need you to get on your fucking knees.”
My eyes flare at his demand, and with our gazes locked, I drop to my knees before him.
“You look so fucking good down there. Kneeling for me like you’re begging for my cock.”
“I don’t beg,” I murmur before reaching out and tugging on the red fabric of his pants, revealing more of that delicious V on his lower abdomen. “But I will choke for you.”
His top lip curls, almost like he hates me, and hell if that doesn’t make me want him even more. I shouldn’t want this. Want him. He’s ten years older and my best friend’s brother, but I can’t deny my body when it feels this in tune with another.
“Open wide, Bell,” he rasps, shoving the red pants all the way down to pool at his ankles, giving me the first glimpse of his long hard cock.
And long it is, curling at the end in a way that I know will reach the hard to get A-spot deep inside me. But what’s even more exciting about this bendy beast is the fact that it might actually make me gag.
I haven’t told him that I don’t really have much of a gag reflex. I don’t know why that is, and it makes me a good deep throater, but that bend is going to press on parts that normally get missed.
Peering up at him, I try to look as innocent as I can, knowing guys like that shit.
“Don’t forget, do it exactly the way you imagine when you’re fucking that toy,” I remind him. “Hard. Rough. Brutal. And most of all, unrelenting.”
His nostrils flare as he fists my hair again. “Pinch my leg if you need me to stop.”
“I won’t,” I smirk and part my mouth wide, sticking my tongue out just in time for him to press his hard tip to it.
Then he surges all the way in, right to the back of my throat.
His invasion, the hiss that falls from his lips, and the way his pupils are blown has me instantly high.
He starts thrusting, not even giving me a moment to get used to his size, his dominant confidence has my body responding. My panties are already soaked. Sweat dots my skin. There’s fire in my veins. And just like I’d hoped, his bendy cock has my body reacting with a gurgled gag.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, releasing my hair and grabbing something off the bed next to us.
A moment later, he hooks my bra around the back of my head, using it to control me.
“Give me more of that filthy sound, Bell. Show me how your body tries to repel me.”
His words are like a spark, because the gargle returns as his tip hits deep down my throat, my body coiling tight, my throat closing around his shaft.
“Yes. Take it. Choke on it.” He thrusts over and over, holding my head in place with my bra.
Tears stream from my eyes, and I’m glad I don’t have waterproof eyeliner on today, so he can see the evidence of the mess he’s made of me when he’s done.
He’s relentless, just as I’d hoped, his hard cock girthy enough to make my jaw ache. The only time he eases up, is when I actually nearly puke, but even then, he keeps his cock in my throat as I work to breathe through my nose, trying to go for as long as I can so he can get over the line.
Letting go of the bra, his thrusts slow as he grips the top of my head with one hand, and the column of my throat with the other, sending a rushing thrill through me.
Yes. This. He’s going to make me suffer.
“Fuck, Bell. I can feel my cock. It’s so far in.” He pants as our eyes meet again, his hand massaging the column of my throat as he feels his length fill it. “Look at you, all fucking messy for me. You look perfect like this.”
I know what’s coming next, given the way he’s holding my head, and I beg him with my eyes to do it.
Please… just do it. Make me pay. Make me choke. I’m at your mercy. Do whatever you want to me.
When his eyes flare, I wonder if he can read my thoughts because he thrusts hard once, twice, and on the third time, he holds my face to the base of his shaft as he hits all the way in, choking me, gagging me, and suffocating me with my nose buried against the base of his pelvis.
I can’t breathe, and my reflexes kick in, trying to fight. Trying to force me to pull away to get the air I need. To stop my body’s violent heaves. I jerk, gargling, trying to gasp for air, but I already know none can get in.
I gag, and watery saliva comes straight up, right before he releases my head and pulls all the way out.
Gasping for air, I nearly tumble forward against his thighs as I start coughing and choking on the pooled saliva and drool coming from my mouth. It coats my chest, drizzling down into my navel, some soaking into the top of my panties.
“You’re such a dirty girl.” Kit pants. “I should’ve used and abused this body years ago.”
I nod, not able to speak for a moment as I catch my breath, and the moment I do, I grin up at him with a wicked glint in my eyes.
“This time, hold my nose and don’t pull out,” I say hoarsely, my voice raspy from the abuse. “The moment you start to feel me fade, I’d better feel you cuming down my throat or I’ll bite your dick off.”
A laugh bursts from his lips. “You know you’ll pass out, right?”
“Exactly.” I nod, and he nods in return, no longer surprised by my bedroom antics.
“Time to suffocate on my cock then, like a good fucking whore.”