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Calista

A m I high right now?

Maybe I am because I can barely breathe, and I feel like I’m floating. I haven’t smoked weed in a long time, but this might as well be the same sensation.

My chest heaves, trying to center myself from probably the best orgasm I’ve had in my life. The way he talks to me is something I’ve never experienced, and it was like each word crawled between my thighs, vibrating my clit right under my own fingers.

I’ve always begged my previous partners to tie me up, spank me, choke me; all those physical acts that most would deem vile, but never had I thought degradation would be my sin of choice. The one I’m in desperate need of.

I’m treated like a doll—a princess, something that’s fragile during the day. I’m not, and I don’t care if I break. I want to break. Especially if it’s in Ronan’s grip, under his tongue, between his finger. As long as it’s him that pulls me to Hell, I’ll gladly burn just to mix our ashes so there is no telling us apart.

“You must not use Big Bertha much.” A pressure builds right at my soaked center causing my back to curve instantly. His fingers dip, not too deep but enough that when he curls them up, he brushes against that spot that forms a knot in my stomach. “This cunt is so tight.”

A whimper rolls from my closed lips.

“Lean forward,” he whispers against my lips just as his free hand dips under my ass and lifts me from the couch. I do as he commands, pressing my chest against his. It’s instinct to want to wrap my arms around his neck because he keeps his fingers inside of me, and gives me no support at my back.

My legs tighten around him which has my hips rolling and bringing his fingers further inside. “Oh, fuck!” I don’t even contemplate the action; my forehead presses against his shoulder as my teeth sink right above his collarbone.

He tenses, and so do I. My hands have always been the issue, I’m not sure what parts he doesn’t want me to use to touch him.

There was just a moment of pause, then he slides his fingers out of me and holds his hand at the small of my back. He walks us, not far, only to sit on the couch which he falls right into it, setting me in his lap.

I’m not even entirely sure why but I don’t want to lean back. It could be fear of what I’ll see, maybe disappointment that I’ve not been good or gone too far.

“You’re fine.” He puts his hand to my stomach and slowly, as though mapping me inch by inch, draws it up between my breasts. Applying just a small amount of pressure, he pushes me back before his hand comes to tenderly grip my throat.

“Tell me what not to do,” I say, swallowing, which causes him to tighten his grip on my neck.

“How about I tell you what to do, baby girl.” He wets his bottom lip and spreads his legs ever so slightly while adjusting mine to better settle right at his hips.

His eyes slowly move from my face to my neck, then to my breasts where I watch his gaze shift from desire straight to lust. They hyper-focus, and as he trails down to my pussy, which I’ve kept free of hair minus a little patch, he draws his tongue across his top teeth.

“Pick a handprint,” he says, moving his hand from around my neck to draw it up to my chin.

I scan his torso, his shoulders, and all the places I touched last night. Most of the smeared paint is at his stomach, the more intact ones are on his upper body, where I was meticulously keeping my touch there longer.

Slowly raising my hand, I point at the one center stage, right between his well-defined chest.

He slides his thumb across my lips, and as if he had commanded me to, I open. The burst of adrenaline I get when he slides his finger into my mouth and draws it across my tongue makes me grind downward. His cock was already brushing my sensitive clit, but now I swear I can feel some sort of ridges as I seek what he has for me.

“Physical pain for me is manageable. I’ve been stabbed, tased, beaten nearly to death.” He doesn’t want me to focus on the trauma of that sentence, because his hand that isn’t sliding another finger into my mouth grabs my hips and grinds me harder against him. “A touch is like acid through my bones, clinging to me and ready to make me violently try to find a means to extract the feeling. It’s all in my head and I—” He pauses, but briefly, before continuing, “ You , baby girl, cannot fix me… not overnight.”

His thumb grabs at the bottom of my chin and drags me like I’m a fish caught on the end of his line. Both his fingers brush the back of my tongue, but not far enough to make me gag yet . I can feel drool drawing lines down my chin, just like my pussy is soaking his boxers.

“Go ahead and put your hand on the mark.”

I don’t hesitate for a second—my hand instinctively presses against the center of his chest. His nostrils flare, and the ocean depths in his eyes seem to darken and expand.

When he slips his fingers from my mouth, he doesn’t take his hand far, and grabs my throat, then pulls me to him. Our lips crash together, my tongue now attempting dominance, but he is a beast that’s hungry. I’m no match. His grip on me, his tongue against mine, it all wins.

He shifts upward and I lift my hips, allowing him to lower his boxers. There’s no pause as cold metal breaches my center, he doesn’t want to be slow or take his time and neither do I. He can be who he is, and I’ll take it.

Every holy fucking glorious inch of him.

I’ve had large partners before, most not totally understanding how to use it, but when he slams against my back wall I gasp for air. He eats the mewl that vibrates out of my throat, turning his head and deepening the kiss.

I’d completely missed the burning of his first thrust, but I don’t as I lift myself up for the first time. He’s got piercings, but fuck it feels like they’re everywhere. That can’t be, but just the thought has me trembling and moving faster.

He leans me back. “Ride me.” His command goes without question, and when I begin to lift myself, he grabs my hips. “Roll, just like you did on my fingers. You’ll feel every curved inch of my cock as it fucks that soft spot inside you.”

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d want a man telling me how to have sex. But I guess he knows his dick better than I do and he isn’t wrong.

I angle myself back and roll my hips, feeling his head rubbing against my g-spot, no, fucking massaging it. The tight grip of my lower stomach has my legs already shaking, and a force attempting to have me curl forward.

I’d kept my hand at his chest, and just as I’m about to move it, he puts his over mine. His fingers slip under my palm and keeps me situated.

“Oh, fuck , that’s it.”

“Ronan, I’m—fuck!” I’ve never been able to orgasm without my clit being stimulated, it’s why I got the piercing. At this angle, it’s not brushing against my usual needy place, but whatever his dick is made of is giving me everything I need. My entire abdomen clenches, causing my movements to increase.

The moment I shut my eyes and begin tumbling over, he grabs my cheeks and directs me downward. “Look at me while you come on my cock, Cal.”

I swear fireworks spark even across my open eyes as I shake violently through my second orgasm. His smile as I begin to lean forward has my heart doing stupid leaps. It’s like he’s proud of me for coming and Jesus, I’m ready for my trophy I did nothing for.

“That’s my good girl.” His praise mixed with the degradation has every bit of me on fire.

A sudden smack of my ass makes me clench and groan. “Ah, and look at you, even drooling for me.” He leans forward from his reclined position, drawing his tongue across my chin and lips. “I still need to taste your tears, baby girl. I imagine they’re as delectable as your cunt.”

I swear to god, this man .

I'm panting and sweating, the fireplace warming the space, combined with my own body heat, means we're going to start sticking to each other any second now.

“On your knees and hook your wrists together behind your back.” His smirk has goosebumps rolling through my body, peaking my already throbbing nipples. “I want you to choke on my cock while you swallow my cum before your pussy does.”

I can’t believe myself, but I whine . “I-I’m on—”

“Shh.” He moves his hands to my hips and lifts me as though I weigh nothing. “I felt your IUD when I was finger-fucking you. I know.”

Undoubtedly my face is flushed red with how flustered I am.

He groans, and I can see him wanting to say something, but stifles it. Instead, he leans forward and kisses between my breasts. “I'll be covering every inch and filling every hole of yours with my cum, baby girl. For now, you’ll taste us together and swallow what I give you. Do you hear me?”

“Yes…”

“Yes?” His voice like a thunderous roar.

“Yes, Daddy.”

“Good, now on your knees.”

I’ve never realized what lengths I have had to go to not to touch someone. As I’m getting down, I nearly put my hands onto his thighs but quickly correct the action and place them behind my back.

My hair gets in my face, and just as I’m about to move it, he graciously does it for me. Drawing his fingers across my temples and back through my scalp, he gathers it away from my face.

That’s when I see his cock for the first time, and now I understand what I was feeling. I wasn’t necessarily right that he has piercings everywhere, but more than I’ve ever seen on any one cock.

Not that I’ve had many with them.

He’s got a Jacob’s ladder, five , at the underside of his shaft. Then, on his head, he’s got a magic cross right through it. I didn’t need to see him to know he is larger than life, but the slight curve upward of it makes sense. That’s why it was beating me so fucking good.

“Such a hungry whore for my cock, huh, baby girl?”

“Yes, Daddy.”

He wraps his tattooed hand around said appendage and strokes it right in my face. My arousal coating it, making his caress smooth.

“Open your mouth.” I have no desire to pause, so I do as he commands.

My mouth opens, tongue out as he taps the bottom of his dick against it. “You’d look so good with a collar; ropes around your wrists and arms, while you take my cock like the good pet you are.”

His hips move back while he takes hold of my hair once more with his free hand. “Chest against the couch, I won’t let you pass out.” He’s done this before, because he must understand I have no means to lift myself up once I’ve begun.

Tapping the underside of his length against my tongue, I flick against the bars. It gets a sexy groan from him, and I give myself a mental pat, and note it down for future cock sucking.

“Beg to suck on it, Cal. Tell me how much you need it.”

I can feel my own cum dripping down my thighs. Every time he speaks, my pussy weeps for more.

He pulls his cock from my tongue, and I pant through my plea. “Please… I want to taste, gag, and choke on you. I promise to swallow everything you give me. Please, Daddy.”

His thunderous moan is drowned out by my gag on his entry. He pulls my hair, the cross at his head brushing against the back of my throat. I don’t get anywhere near the base, and as he drives my head to bob up and down, his fucking moans make my thighs clench.

Tasting myself on him is like a drug, I become heady nearly immediately. I’ve always had good levels and never used anything other than water to clean myself. I’d never admit it out loud, but I love the way I taste. Now, having it mixed with him, I’m a fucking addict that will crawl and beg to have it every chance I can.

I relax my tongue when he pulls me back, dropping me harder, stretching my throat just as he did to my pussy.

“ Fuuuck , that’s it, look at how good you’re taking me, baby.”

He thrusts my head down, and I gag around him, my shoulders shaking as I fight my natural instinct to grab hold of his thighs.

“Goddamn,” he pants and as heat rises to my face at the lack of oxygen, my eyes roll back.

Don’t touch him… The fact I’d contemplate dying over putting my hands on him when he doesn’t want that, seriously tells me I have some issues.

I’m not sure why I’m worried. As he promised, he pulls me back right at the point of black creeping across the sides of my vision.

My mouth is open as I’m leaned back onto my knees, my breathing completely out of pace. He grabs his cock, and fists it once, twice. “Keep that beautiful mouth of yours open.”

When he comes, he does so across my face and down my chin and neck. His throaty moan has my skin vibrating and toes curling. After a few more strokes, he lifts his hand and brings it to my mouth. I don’t allow him to ask me to stick my tongue out, I just do it, allowing him to smear the cum on his hand across it.

I let it sit on my tongue before swallowing. The look of lust and admiration in his eyes has those damn butterflies having a party in my stomach.

He grins. “You look so fucking perfect painted in my cum.” He runs his fingers along my chin, tracing the spot where he finished. “Don’t waste any of it.”

The tug on my hair has me lifting to my feet, just for him to drag me onto the couch. I fall onto my back, my arms sandwiched behind me. “Every drop.” He takes his coated fingers with his cum and shoves them into my soaked pussy.

He leans in and draws his tongue across my chest, up my neck and straight to my lips where he shoves it into my mouth. The deposit of his cum into my mouth has me trembling with pleasure.

Holy fucking shit… I’m ruined.

Kill me now because I can’t go back. I don’t want anyone else, and I sure as shit don’t want to see him be with anyone else.

I’m out of breath when he pulls away from me and brings the back of his hand across my cheek. The tenderness makes my heart need more. I want him to wrap me up in his arms and take me to bed and kiss me until we fall asleep in each other’s arms.

But I can’t expect that, nor will I ask that of him, so I just smile up at his expression of fulfillment.

“I’ll have you for breakfast, lunch, and dinner,” he croons.

I nod quickly, tilting my chin down to my chest. “I wouldn’t even make you beg.”

His gentle laugh has heat building across my temples. As he speaks, he is helping me sit up. “I need to warn you, Cal.”

I don’t visibly show my discomfort, at least I hope I don’t. I do, however, take a deep breath and hold it.

He smiles, the half one that tucks up just one cheek, squinting that eye just a tad. He’s the definition of masculine, but I see the softness, even if it’s just a small crack that I will only notice.

“I like you.” Alright, well, I’m done for. “Which is dangerous. My obsession is not healthy.”

“I’m unhealthy—not like, sick unhealthy, but I’ve got shit too, Ronan.”

He sighs and shakes his head. “I’m aware.” My surprise must prompt him to continue. “Having anyone after you is indication there is something…” His fingers come to my sternum, his index and middle walking up between my breasts, until they’re at my throat. “Inside here that you’re hiding.” His eyes raise to mine. “You’ll tell me, not tonight… but soon.”

Rolling my lips I nod, but don’t say it aloud.

“I don’t know how to take care of you,” he continues, moving past the lie I’ve given him.

“I’ll teach you,” I murmur, raising my hand over the painted hand mark on his chest. “I’ll be slow with this. You deserve that.”

“You don’t know what I deserve, baby girl, not yet. In the end you may find I’m not worth redemption of any kind.”

I know I shouldn’t, but fuck it, at this point what harm could it do to show him that maybe he isn’t the only psycho here. “Then I’ll become unredeemable with you.”

A soft hum slips through his closed lips.

My fingertips press against the spot on his chest, and he takes a deep breath.

“I like you too, Ronan. A lot. And I think you were right when you said we’re toxic—but not for each other. I believe our poison can create something beautiful, yet lethal to anyone who isn’t us.”

He sighs through his nose. “We will see, baby girl.” His smile makes me feel better, and as his hand comes to the side of my neck, I’m surprised, but happy, he leans in for a kiss.

It’s brief, but one, nevertheless.

I want this… I want this so fucking badly, just the thought of what hunts me ruining it, makes me ache.