Page 151 of Caution to the Wind

She shivered hard, bitin’ into her lip ‘til it bled. I watched her lick it off then decided it wasn’t enough, leanin’ forward to lick the rent lip with my own tongue.

“Fuckin’ delicious,” I told her as I pulled away from her chasin’ mouth.

She moaned. “You’re trying to kill me. You really do still hate me.”

I laughed deep in my belly as I traced the inside of her other thigh and down to the opposite foot. “Be good for me, Rocky, and I’ll take you as close to death as pleasure can get ya.”

Paintin’ her was unlike anythin’ I’d done before. The livin’ canvas of her flawless, pale skin pulled tight over supple muscles and subtle curves. She was perfectly formed right down to the hands I pulled in my lap, the fingers I sucked into my mouth ’til they glistened before I painted those too in red paint. It was harder and harder for her to stay still and obedient as I traced the curves of her waist and the divot of her naval, the swell of her small, sweet tits, round and round in smaller and smaller circles ’til I sucked the peaks into my mouth and finished them off with a dollop of white paint.

At some point, I abandoned the brushes, dippin’ my fingers into the paints until they blurred, white and red makin’ pinks that streaked the knobs of her spine when I turned her onto her hands and knees before me. Avoidin’ her healin’ tattoos, I patterned colour over each bone in her rib cage so it looked like I could see straight through to her heart. A darker colour for the handprints I fixed over the globes of her plump ass before fillin’ them in all over with paint. I left one handprint though in carmine red over her throat, my thumbprint at her rapidly beatin’ pulse.

Only then did I lean carefully over her back so I didn’t smudge the paint and whisper, “Every inch of you is fuckin’ gorgeous. Inside. Out. Covered in paint. Covered in cum. Covered every day in my ink like a livin’ breathin’ fantasy. All of it, any which way,is mine. You get that, little dragon?”

Her breath hitched as she realized why I’d painted her all in red and white, makin’ her into the red dragon I’d once won for her at the Calgary fair, showin’ her what I’d seen beneath her skin all along.

She was a dragon, fierce and beautiful, and I wanted every fuckin’ inch of her, even her sharp teeth and hooked claws.

“Yes,” she panted as I pressed her carefully to the canvas, her front splayed across the textured, treated cloth. “Your dragon.”

She let me manipulate her and that was sexy as fuck too, her obedience and pliancy ’cause she saved those just for me.

Only after I gently peeled her away from the canvas did she surprise me by pushin’ me with two painted hands onto my back on the drop cloth. I didn’t try to get away as she clambered on top of me, straddlin’ my hips with those red and white streaked thighs. When she leaned over me, her hair curtained our faces, tipped at the ends with red, pink, and white.

“If I’m yours, though,” she murmured, pausin’ to bite my lower lip. “You’re mine.”

She ground down on the hardness beneath my jeans ’til I hissed and grabbed her hips. Only then, face wreathed in a wicked, gorgeous grin, did she set to work paintin’ me too.

She didn’t bother with the brushes.

Her clever little fingers dipped in black and white paint to trace the boxed muscles in my abdomen, the long splay of tendons in my neck and thighs. They dragged my jeans off and then my boxers so I was naked beneath her, and then she painted every inch of my front except for my face and groin.

“Mei,” I rasped, fistin’ her hair, uncarin’ about the paint on my hands. “You got two seconds before I got no control left. Use them well.”

She grinned and settled between my thighs to lick once, twice, kittenish at the head of my weepin’ cock.

And I broke.

I surged to my knees and pressed her to the paint-smeared cloth beneath us. She laughed as I did, tryin’ to scramble away, but I held her slick body still and growled at her as I pinned her hips with mine.

“No runnin’ now,” I warned her. “Not again.”

“No,” she agreed. “I’m home again.”

I tongued the seam of her mouth at the same time my cock caught on the entrance of her wet little cunt, and I thrust inside both simultaneously. Her pussy pulsed around me as I started workin’ her open, and her tongue fought mine like the little dragon she was. Nothin’ in my life had ever felt as right as havin’ her claws in my shoulders and her teeth at my mouth, nibblin’ and bitin’ like she wanted to eat me whole.

I’d let her, I realized, as I fucked her with long, powerful strokes that rubbed the coarse hair at the root of my dick into her clit. I’d let her chew me into pieces or swallow me whole as long as she stayed with me forever.

“You’re mine,” I told her, and I wanted it to be an order, but somethin’ in me was howlin’ and roarin’ to hear her say it back.

“Yours,” she agreed.

I pinned her hands above her head, leanin’ back slightly to watch her tits bounce as I fucked her ever harder.

“You take my cock so fuckin’ well,” I praised her, watchin’ as the words made her shiver and drove her higher. “Always knew you were made to fight, but God, were you made to fuck, too.”

My fighter liked to be called a good girl, a pretty little thing.

So I showered her with praised as I reached down with my other hand to play and pluck at her clit. She shuddered harder and harder as my grip grew more unforgivin’, my thrusts so powerful she keened on each deep stroke.