The Sinful Vixen Whorehouse

[monique_minx]

"I'd never grow bored of you!"

I blurt it out flatly like it cannot be contained. Like she needs to know how much I'd do for her, fall apart for her, grow for her and cede to her if she wanted it.

 

[Crystal_Dust]

She can’t see my heart race

Come
Here

 

[monique_minx]

I should fight...she wants me to fight, right? She wants me to come to her...and I want to. My feet are already shuffling of their own accord, tiny steps in heels too high...or maybe that's just because my brain is too slow in telling my feet to move. I'm in front of her before I remember how I got here.

"I guess you don't have to ask me twice to come closer to you..."

 

[Crystal_Dust]

“Funny how you don’t seem to have any choice but to obey, isn’t it?”
And suddenly my hand is on her throat, squeezing, and there’s no fear in her eyes, all I can see is how much she knows this is where she belongs.

“This is mine. My girl, my fucktoy, and I’ll squeeze the life out of her if I want.”

Squeezing harder, watching her face flush, that tiny hitch when she tries to breath for not, and not even a fluttering of struggle.
My mouth finds hers, kissing her like a feral animal on prey, only then letting air into her lungs, from my mouth only.

 

[monique_minx]

I can't even speak, tears prick my eyes moments after her hand encircles my throat and squeezes. Holds. I'm not afraid, if anything, she just made me want her more. Everything else is just an uncontrollable reaction of the body. It holds no weight, I overcome that.

I am free, not chained nor tied, I could grab her wrist, I could step backwards...I fucking lean in as she speaks. Inviting her to wreck me as she pleases. And oh but her lips are so soft yet hold so much threatening energy, I melt against her kiss and only then does she let me breathe...her. I can't help the strangled wheeze but it doesn't stop me hungrily seeking her mouth, the air is just a bonus.

 

[Crystal_Dust]

I'm drunk on her, drunk on her lips, her tongue, her spit. We could stay like this, mouth on mouth, my breath to hers, my hand claiming her as mine.
And that her submission is a chain around my throat.
More.
I need more.
I always do.
With her.
My legs wrap around her, bringing her in to me, closer and closer because if I'm not in her skin, than she's too far away.
I'm keeping this, keeping her, for as long as she'll stay, and I'll be the dirtiest thing she can imagine, and make her so much worse.

 

[monique_minx]

I can't help it, she drags me in as close as can be with that single leg and traps me. My arms go up to hold her while she'll allow it, soft skin on her shoulders where they rest.

Like a cage without bars, I moan into her mouth to let her know she can keep me. I want her to keep me. Trap me. Break me. Hurt me. Hold me. Tightly. She's dangerous but she's safe. Cold with words but oh so warm to touch. I love all of it. I drink her in.

 

[Crystal_Dust]

Why is it never enough? Why can't I ever be sated when it comes to her?
I can feel even my teeth hunger, latching on to her lips, biting much too hard, aching to see bruises later.
Its her surrender, her devotion to me.
Immediate, and complete.
And I want so much more.
My legs wrapping around her, crushing her to me.
My teeth on her lower lip harder, harder, warm red droplets and the sound of her whimper, her instinct to pull back and I will not let her and this is what I need and I can feel her body weaken to me.
As it should be.
She is too precious to let go of.

 

[monique_minx]

She's pressing down hard on my lip now, I can taste the metal of it and I know she has made me bleed, I can't help the squeak of pain and the reflex to retreat but she holds me tight. I'm grateful.

She knows well that I can't help it. My fingers press in deep against the skin of her biceps like I am trying to hold on now, desperate to stay as the initial shock wears off and the reflex slowly evaporates.

 

[Crystal_Dust]

This is her taste, and I'll always remember it, will always know her for it
And slowly, very slowly, I let go of her aching lip
My nails drag down her back as I do, marking her there, carving into her
I pull back, keeping my legs wrapped
I'm smiling like a fool
And loving it

Hi, babygirl

 

[monique_minx]

It will swell and remind me for days, a fat little lip, all puffy, unforgettable. I love marks. Reminders. Mementos.

I moan longingly, loudly, her nails send shivers through my core. But she doesn't let go, still captured, still held, still safe. Flexing beneath her fingertips. Breathless.

If you greet me like that, I'll say hello every hour.