26 #2
“You don’t have to do that.” Ignoring my words, he motions for me to sit on the toilet seat, and when I do, he begins to comb my hair, getting rid of the knots.
“Does it hurt?” I shake my head, the corners of my lips curling upward into a small smile.
I know he’s not a good person and that he’s capable of doing terrible things, if he hasn’t done them yet, but when I’m with him I feel things I can’t even describe.
I just love him. I love him so much it hurts, and I’m terrified that he’ll disappear like in some kind of dream, leaving pieces of a broken heart behind him.
He brings his lips to my head and places the comb on the sink. I think about getting up, but his hands on my shoulders stop me.
“You’ve straightened your hair again,” he says distractedly as he begins to run his fingers through my hair. I let out a sigh as I feel a pleasant sensation run through my scalp.
“Don’t you like it this way?” I ask, moving my head to get a better view of his face. He smiles and kisses the tip of my nose.
“You’d be beautiful even without a single strand of hair, but the flat iron is damaging your hair.” I press my lips together, hiding a smile.
It’s almost the same thing my mom has told me in the past, but at the end of the day, I always end up ignoring them.
The knots are easier to untangle with straight hair.
Although I have noticed the ends are a little split.
Every now and then I feel a slight tug until it’s finally over and I can get up.
I don’t hesitate to look at myself in the mirror.
I part my lips in amazement when I see a rather well-done braid.
“I didn’t know you were so good at this,” I murmur with a smile when we’re face to face.
“Now that you know, I could be your personal hairdresser,” he murmurs suggestively, his eyes shining brighter than usual.
“I’d love that,” I say, feeling a slight tingling sensation on my lips that I try to get rid of by running my tongue over them.
We are pressed together in a matter of seconds, melting our mouths as if our lives depended on it.
When he catches my lower lip between his teeth and pulls it hard, I let out a sigh full of pleasure.
I run my hands through his hair as he pushes me up with his hands caressing my thighs.
Looking for a better angle, I pull his hair back and then tilt my head to suck on his tongue.
He lets out a loud moan that drives me crazy.
As soon as we reach the bed, he pulls away and tilts his head.
“Get on your knees.” His voice is more of a demand as he massages my neck, grabbing a strand of my hair and pulling it.
My eyes fall on the bulge in his underwear.
I move to the edge of the bed and kneel down.
Before I can take another look at that part, he lifts my head with one of his hands, forcing me to look into his eyes.
Then he slowly licks my lips, brushing his nose against mine.
When he pulls down his underwear, I feel my breath catch in my lungs as I encounter his hardness.
The confidence I had before vanishes when I notice the gold rings on his length, adding thickness to it.
I didn’t fully notice them that day at his office, even though I felt something was out of place.
There are twelve in total, and at the tip, a diamond stands out from all the others. Why on earth would he get so many piercings there? Just the thought of someone else being so close to his crotch makes my blood run faster.
“Open your mouth.” His voice brings me back to reality. One in which the head of his manhood is pointing at me like the barrel of a gun.
There’s no way that thing will fit, but he defies the impossible fit by pushing it until the glans is rubbing against my uvula.
His other hand holds my hair to immobilize me.
My eyes open wider when I see that I only have a little less than half of it inside me.
He pushes it back and thrusts against my lips once more, forcing his way in.
Oxygen stops reaching my lungs and tears begin to blur my vision as I struggle to control the retching in my stomach.
I caress the head with the tip of my tongue, the rest of his length contracts with pleasure against my gums.
“No teeth.” His harsh warning contrasts with the gentleness with which his fingers wipe the salty drops falling down my cheeks. “Fuck. You look beautiful when you cry for me,” he mutters with a guttural groan before mercilessly penetrating my skull.
My lungs burn and my stomach hurts from the number of contractions, but the wetness in my panties only confirms how much I like it when he loses control.
Soon I end up throwing up everything I’ve eaten today, staining his underwear and crotch as my lungs fill with a big breath of oxygen.
My cheeks flush with embarrassment, regaining the colour lost. I think he’ll walk away in disgust, but he comes back to choke me with his length.
He makes me taste my own vomit while returning to the same roughness as before.
I try to control the retching that continues to cause bile in my stomach.
Having the smell of my vomit so close doesn’t make it any more pleasant either.
His eyes keep searching for mine, and I hold his gaze until I’m about to faint.
That’s when I feel a kind of warm liquid down my throat and hear his distant voice, growling words I don’t understand.
When he pulls his shaft out of my mouth and releases my hair, I let my body fall, completely broken.
As soon as I’m on the clean part of the mattress, he grabs my ankle and drags me toward him.
Then he caresses the tip of his glans without letting go of my ankle, taking the remains of his cum and spreading them across my forehead in an inverted cross.
The small gesture is disturbing after learning how our wedding took place, but the way his eyes follow the movement with amazement and admiration has me in awe.
He lifts me up and puts me on his shoulder with little effort, carrying us to the bathroom.
As soon as he puts me down, I have to lean on the sink to keep from falling.
My body is still reeling from the assault of the monstrosity between his legs.
If I could barely stand having it in my mouth, I don’t know how I’ll manage to have it inside me.
Back in the room, we lay down under the sheets, our bodies now clean of vomit. I wrap my arms around his torso very carefully as I lay my head on his chest, focusing all my attention on his heartbeat.
“I’m sorry I made you puke earlier,” he says, slowly caressing my back.
“It’s okay,” I reply with a slight blush on my cheeks. Then I move to get a better view of his face. “I can’t sleep.”
“Nothing’s going to happen to you.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
“It’s not that.”
“Then what is it?”
“Forget it, I’m still a bit shaken by the situation. That’s all.” He narrows his eyes at me, not quite believing my words.
“Don’t lie to me.” I press my lips together, suppressing the urge to tell another lie.
“I… I thought…” At that moment, all the courage I had mustered drained away, and the words vanished.
“What did you think?” he murmurs, resuming his caresses on my back.
“I thought you were going to leave again.” His gaze lingers above me with annoyance, and I immediately regret saying that. He moves, sitting up in bed. I do the same. He then takes my hand and places it on his chest, moving away some hair that had come loose from my braid with his free hand.
“You are the only one capable of changing my heartbeat, because it belongs to you. Everything about me belongs to you, every cell, every breath, every heartbeat.” He moves closer to my face until he is just a few inches from my lips.
“You are the air I breathe. I couldn’t leave you.
I never did, Lena.” Each word comes out with more exasperation than the last, and I know there’s something else he wants to say to me, but he doesn’t.
I just nod, feeling my cheeks flush warmer than ever when I try to look away, but he forces me to hold it by holding my chin.
“I’ve given you my first caress, my first hug, my first kiss.
Everything. And I’m also willing to give you my body,” he mutters.
I blink, trying to wipe away the tears I didn’t know I was holding back.
He then changes his tender touch on my face for a rougher one, making me shed a tear.
The sudden anger in his eyes confuses me.
“No one in this fucking universe will ever come close to feeling what I feel for you, and if anyone thinks they do, even in the slightest, then I’ll ruin their lives and rip their hearts out.
” I bite my lower lip hard, feeling more tears wet my cheeks.
“I didn’t tell you this to make you cry.
I just wanted you to know how I feel about you. ”
“I know.” It’s the only thing I can say in a low voice, running the back of my hand over my eyelids with a slight blush.