7. #2
The moonlight that is streaming into the room hits his side profile, and even casts a faint silhouette of his frame on the white mattress under him.
Looking at him right now – in this very moment – all I can see is perfection.
A silk-smooth darkness that has the ability to slither into your very soul if you let it.
And that’s exactly what Dorran is, isn’t he?
A beautiful shadow; a brutal enigma that leaves you hooked, striking when you least expect it to.
I shift on my feet, and he tracks my move with keen eyes.
“Your legs – spread them wider,” I tell him.
He glances down at said legs, then up at me. “Seriously?”
“Did I stutter?”
“No, but you’re taking an awful lot of liberties today.”
I smirk. “Only because I know I can.”
He mutters something I can’t understand, then does as I’ve asked. “Happy?”
“Very,” I say around a grin. “Now, Dorran; be a good boy and fist your cock for me, will you? Because I really wanna see just how good of a show you can put on as you cum all over your hand for me.”
His expression morphs to one of playful deviance. “Only if you finger your wet little cunt for me in return,” he challenges, then cants his head while studying me.
My entire body breaks into goosebumps at his words; at the utter ease with which he can switch the tables between us. The urge to touch myself is making my head buzz, and I can feel heat crawling up my neck with how affected I am by this man.
“And if I don’t?” I say.
He grins. “You know how things work between us,” he states coolly. “I’ll submit to you, only if you submit to me too. I’ll give you anything you want, Little Swan, only if you give me everything I need in return.”
I can hear my heart racing, fucking feel it beating at the base of my throat. I glance at the chair to my left, flip it around, and place my bare foot on its cushioned seat. Lifting my dress up through the long opening along the thigh area, I settle down on an empty spot on my dresser.
Dorran hasn’t taken his eyes off me for even a second, and it’s thrilling – as it always is – to see him this eager; to witness him succumbing to my submission to him.
I bring my left hand between my legs, and then push my lace thong to the side, baring myself to him. A wave of cool air brushes against my sensitive clit, making me inhale sharply.
“Fuck,” Dorran whispers, his chest rising and falling at an erratic rhythm. “You’re so goddamn wet, baby.” He grabs the base of his cock, then starts moving his fist up and down its length. “Touch yourself, Cigs,” he orders. “Show me what a sweet, sweet slut you are for me.”
“Fuck you,” I hiss, but move my hand to my pussy and start circling my clit. The first stroke makes my toes curl, and I moan because I’m so close already, even though I’ve only just started.
“You would, if you weren’t so hellbent on keeping your makeup intact.” His voice is slightly breathless, and as he works himself faster, the faint sound of skin rubbing against skin hits my ears.
I watch him fuck his fist as I push a finger inside myself, moaning once again because this feels like torture, yet I can’t help but chase the end. I need more; I need him. But for now, the view will have to do. And fuck me, what a view it is.
Dorran brings his free hand between his thighs and cups his balls, then pulls at them as he strokes himself faster still. “Ah, shit,” he moans. His eyelids flutter, and his long lashes graze the sharp angles of his cheeks.
I push my finger in, fucking myself to match Dorran’s pace, then curl it just so, before pulling it out and spreading my wetness along my pussy lips. I add another finger, then arch my hips and widen my thighs as I push them deeper.
“So good,” the words slip out of me as I keep finger-fucking myself.
“Yeah?” Dorran squeezes the base of his hard length, then twists his wrist and strokes himself quicker.
“But not enough.” I use my thumb to rub my clit as I keep pushing my fingers in and out of myself. “I’m close,” I whisper, then use my other hand to support myself on the dresser as I rock my hips forward.
Dorran meets my eyes, and a grin spreads across his enticing lips as he says, “Come for me, Cignette. Drip all over your fingers while you ache for my cock.”
That’s it; that does it for me. A lick of warmth wraps itself around my neck, making my body feel weightless.
My orgasm takes over me – hot and blinding – and I let go of a whimper as I ride it out, relishing the slickness of my cum on my fingers.
My spine feels numb; my head feels heavy.
There’s a loud buzz in my ears that’s all too welcoming, and as I come down from the high, I breathe out heavily and look at Dorran.
“Absolutely beautiful,” he mutters while working his hand around his cock at wanton speed. “Come and gimme a taste.”
I fix my thong, and with legs that feel all but leaden, I start walking over to him.
Dorran looks up at me, and I’m once again left speechless at the sight of him. He’s mesmerizing in his openness; utterly divine as he eagerly chases his own release.
I reach out a hand and brush my cum-slick fingers over his slightly parted lips, then push them into his mouth.
With a groan that reverberates against my skin, he runs his tongue over my fingers. He sucks on them, then pulls his head back before glancing at his cock.
“Ah, fuck, I’m gonna…” He trails, tipping his head back and closing his eyes.
The strong column of his neck strains as he lets go of a raspy moan, and I watch, completely transfixed, as he orgasms. Long, white spurts of his cum shoot out of his slit, staining the hand he has wrapped around his length.
Dorran’s chest heaves as he pumps himself to the very last drop, then slows his pace before hissing a curse.
“Jesus, that was hot ,” he says, then lazily rolls his head sideways before looking down at himself again. His eyes quickly flick up to me, and a smile spreads across his lips. “Get down on your knees, Cigs,” he commands softly.
I do, almost immediately, which makes him chuckle.
“Such a good fucking girl for me all of a sudden,” he praises, then lets go of his cock before bringing his soiled hand between us. “Clean this off for me, will you, sweetheart?”
I lift a brow, remaining where I am.
His scoff is faint as he drags his gaze over me. “You don’t want me to make you do it, Cigs, trust me.”
I feel my lips quirk upwards at the challenge in his voice, which in turn makes him shake his head.
“Fucking come here,” he mumbles, and a heartbeat later, his fingers are digging into my skin as he roughly grabs my chin and all but pulls me to him.
I’m hit with the familiar warmth of his body as the distance between us thins to nothing, and when our eyes meet, I grab his wrist and lick the thick line of cum off the back of his hand.
The heady smell and salty taste of him drive me mad. I swallow, moaning as I do, then take two of his fingers into my mouth before sucking on them.
Dorran’s jaw tightens as he watches me, and his pupils darken to the point where they could very easily rival mine.
“God, I wish you could see yourself like I can,” he says, then takes his hand off my chin. “I’m losing my mind over how good you look right now, with my cum tainting those wicked fucking lips of yours.”
I moan again, and press my thighs together as I lick between his fingers before sucking on them again.
“Shit,” he grunts, then brings his free hand to my neck before holding onto my throat in a vise grip. His fingers push deeper into my mouth as he chokes me, and I feel myself getting wet at how good the restraint makes me feel.
“Suck harder; show me how eager you are to take everything I give you,” he instructs.
I try to make a noise, but end up gagging instead. My eyes water, my nostrils flare, and my chest heaves as my body makes a desperate attempt at drawing a proper breath.
Dorran’s grip loosens. He lowers his hand to my collarbone, then moves it upward again before fisting the hair at the nape of my neck. He slowly pulls his fingers out of my mouth, then erases the short distance between us by fusing our lips together.
My back arches in response, and my head buzzes when he licks and kisses his cum off my tongue. I rise on my knees and push myself further against him, and hear a soft rumble in his chest as he smiles against my mouth.
Dorran has a way of holding me captive – not just physically, but mentally as well. He caresses the strings of my very being, and tunes them in ways that are beyond my comprehension. He makes me feel alive, makes me want to explore the untouched boundaries of my desires.
He kisses my chin, then grazes his teeth over it before fucking my mouth with his again. I can feel his breaths on my cheek; feel the possessive pressure of his body as he demands more from me. His fist tightens around my hair, and his lips envelope mine in bruising, dizzying kisses.
“I fucking love how you taste,” I whisper before kissing him again.
Dorran groans, then breaks away from me. His eyes run up and down the length of me, and after a brief pause, he smirks, right before his gaze flicks up to mine.
“What?” I ask, a little out of breath.
He clicks his tongue. “For someone so hellbent on not wanting her makeup ruined, you sure look fucked up right now,” he remarks.
I gasp. “You assho–”
He cuts me off by crashing his lips to mine, then chuckles when I push him away.
“You know what I’m thinking right now?” he says to me.
“ Nope ,” I reply impassively.
His grin is wide, almost freakish. “What I’m thinking …” he starts, then gives me a wink. “…Is: because I’ve already screwed up your makeup, how about you come up here and sit on my cock until we’ve created an even bigger mess than what we’re currently dealing with.”
I put my tongue to my cheek. “Technically, it’s you who made a mess.”
His expressive eyes crinkle around the corners. “And you helped clean it,” he counters.
“Are we stating the obvious now?”
“No. You’re avoiding answering my question, though.”
I chuckle; I can’t help it. “You’re an asshole,” I tell him.
“For wanting to fuck you?”
“For assuming that I want to.”
“And you don’t?”
I place my hands on the bed and rise, making him look up. Lifting my dress, I continue to hold his gaze as I straddle his thighs, then settle down, only to hiss when his hard length brushes against my thong.
“Of course I do,” I state. “But I’ve got a condition.”
He leans back and assesses me. “Do you, now?”
“Uh-huh.” I rock my hips, relishing the way his cock twitches under me. His face strains as he stifles a groan, while his chest rises and falls at a steady rhythm.
“I’ll fuck you, Ledger, but only if you wrap a hand around my throat and tell me how good my pussy makes you feel, then make me cum until I can’t tell night from day,” I say.
A roguish smile curves his lips at my words. Grabbing my waist, he tugs me to him, then touches his nose to mine before whispering, “Deal.”