Chapter 6 KIT #2
“I’m enjoying your body,” I say even as I glide my fingers down to her pebbled nipple and tug on the piercing.
Her lips part as a faint breath escapes her, so I shift down and wrap my lips over it, sucking her into my mouth as my tongue swirls over the peak and the skull heads on the barbell.
Bell’s back arches as she moans, her hand fisting in my hair, holding me to her chest.
“I’m confused,” she breathes, so I pop her nipple free and raise a questioning brow.
“About what?”
“I gave you what you wanted. Something you’d only ever dreamed of doing, and now you’re…” she trails off, frowning.
“You gave me one thing, but we haven’t fucked yet, so we are nowhere near done, Belladonna.”
Her fist tightens in my hair painfully as she curls her lip. “Call me that again, and we are done here.”
“You called me Kitty Kat before,” I snap.
“It’s a fucking pet name, Kit. I don’t use the name of the thing you used to kill your parents.”
She has a point, and while I normally like getting a rise out of her, I don’t really want to hurt her emotionally.
“Apologies, Bellicent. I promise not to call you that again.”
Her eyes narrow. “I haven’t given you permission to call me that either.”
I scoff, pinching her nipple between my fingers until she hisses from the pain. “I don’t need permission to call you by your real name. Especially when you are in my bedroom.”
Her hand loosens in my hair, and her gaze drops. “No one calls me Bellicent.”
“That’s because no one knows your real name. Well… besides my sister.”
“We don’t have to do this.” She waves a hand between us.
“What? Talk?”
She nods. “Yeah.”
My eyes narrow as I sit up. “Why the fuck not?”
She props herself up on her elbows. “Well… we’re here to fuck, not talk.”
“So, you don’t ever talk to the guys you fuck?” I ask, and she scrunches her nose.
“God no. That would be weird.”
“Why the fuck would it be weird?” I snap, and she gives me that familiar deadpan expression she does so well.
“Kit, I don’t know what planet you come from, but in my world, I’m the girl guys want to fuck, not the girl guys want to keep. No conversation is needed. We each get what we want and move on. Don’t make it weird.”
For a long moment, I can’t even fucking speak. Not because I’m feeling any sort of rejection by her wanting to fuck and flee, but by how fucking sad her words are.
She’s the girl they want to fuck, but don’t want to keep… is she seriously okay with that?
“What fuckheads do you let near this body, Bell? Because anyone who only wants a slice and then fucks off needs their fucking balls removed from their body.”
Her lips quirk. “That’s a bit violent.”
“I’m a sadist, so it’s not violent to me.”
Her smile falls as she speaks quietly. “You really are a sadist, aren’t you?”
My eyes drop to her tits as I shrug. “I had my suspicions.”
She sits up abruptly. “Did I just help you have your awakening?”
“Shut up.” I scoff, biting back my smirk, and fuck, her lips spread into a satisfied smile.
Shit, she has so many smiles for me today.
“Well, I’m a masochist, so this works.” She points between us, and fuck, my heart starts to race.
I fucking know she’s referring to sex, but I can’t deny to myself that I want her to mean more than that.
I guess the obsession never died.
“You ever suffocated anyone by riding their face?” I ask out of the blue, and her brows shoot high as she slowly nods.
Fuck… could it be possible that she’d be into all the things I am?
“How about piss play?” I ask. “You into that?”
“If the piss doesn’t taste like ass, then yeah.” She shrugs nonchalantly.
“Back door?” I push for more, and she nods.
“Absolutely. You?”
Fuck. She’s good. Not the least bit embarrassed about this conversation.
“I’d rather not be pegged.” I shrug. “But I don’t mind a chunky butt plug.”
She smirks. “Noted. I don’t mind my arse getting wrecked occasionally. Just give me a heads up so I can douche first. Otherwise, it’ll get messy.”
My fucking heart flips in my chest.
“I told you…” I smirk. “I like messy.”
She rolls her eyes. “Well, consider that sort of mess a hard limit for me… if we can help it.”
“Noted.” I grin. “I wanna fuck you bare.”
At my admission, she freezes, her brows high and her expression flickering with concern.
“Bare?”
“Yes. No barrier,” I tell her, my cock already weeping at the thought of sinking inside her and feeling the real flesh of her walls.
“How often do you do that?” she asks.
“Never. Well… only once. Which resulted in Libi,” I admit, and her shoulders relax a little.
“Then why do you want to do that with me?”
Shit. She wants my honesty, something I can never usually give to women, but with her, right now… well it just feels different.
“Because you said you’ll let me do all the things I imagine but can’t do with other women. So I wanna do that. I wanna feel every fucking inch of you, flesh to flesh.”
“Okay,” she agrees quickly. Breathily.
“Yeah?” I walk my hands up the carpet on each side of her body, forcing her to lay back.
“Now?” she asks as she stares up at me, but I shake my head.
“Nope. Now, I wanna see how many of my fingers you can take.” I follow this by trailing my hand down over her thin waist, moving to her mound.
“What if I told you I can take your whole hand?”
My digits still just over her slit as my eyes widen.
“Can you?”
She shrugs. “Don’t know. I’ve never been fisted before but I bet it would hurt.” A slow, sinister smirk stretches her lips wide.
“Fuck, Bell.” My cock jerks and my heart nearly thumps through the wall of my chest. “Would you let me hurt you like that?”
“Please.” She moans. “Make me hurt good.”