life.”
I smile at her. “I don’t think he would say he was traumatized at all. In fact, I think he’s probably bragging about it to everyone he knows.”
“Bragging about what? About h ow some dumb blonde opened the door in the nude?” she snorts at me.
“Dumb blonde? Not likely. More like smokin’ hot blonde with a kick ass body and tits that a man could lose himself in.”
She looks horrified at my statement.
“What? You don’t believe that?” I ask her.
“Only you believe that.”
“Someday, Isa, you’ll realize how truly beautiful you are and I’ll be trouble when that happens because you’ll figure out you don’t really need me.”
She slaps my mouth swiftly. “Don’t you ever say that kind of crap again. I mean it, Dylan. I’ll always need you.”
I grab the hand that she slapped me with and pin her down on the bed.
“Did you really just slap me?” I ask her sternly.
“Yes. You needed it.”
“That’s not for you to decide, now is it?”
“Then who else is it to decide, if not your wife?”
I smile lamely at her because I know she’s right. “How does that make you feel, Isa, being my wife?”
“Like the luckiest bitch in the whole world.”
“My wife is not a bitch and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t talk about her that way.”
She grins at me at me sweetly. “Is that what you would say if someone called me a bitch?”
“No. I’d say something much harsher and there would be bloodshed.”
Isa gets that languid needy look in her eyes and I know I’ve hit a sweet spot. “You would do that for me?”
“I would do much more for you than that, my love.” When I say the words, h er father pops into my mind and I’m reminded how I want to kick the living shit out of him for what he’s done to my wife. And I will, when the time comes, but that’s neither here nor there.
“Promise?” s he asks.
“I already did when I said I do. ”
She pulls me down to her mouth and kisses me. Her tongue slips inside my mouth seductively and she finishes it off with her signature move, biting my bottom lip, and I taste my own blood. She licks my bottom lip and I can see my blood on her mouth. It’s arousing and I feel myself getting hard.
“Do you l ike the taste of my blood?”
“You know I do,” s he says dreamily.
“What does it taste like?”
She thinks for a moment and then answers me. “Salty and sweet, and forbidden .”
Yes, indeed, i t is. “It sounds good.”
“Oh, it is. Very good. Just like every part of you,” she says devilishly and licks her lips.
I’m fully erect now and my cock is pressed firmly in between her belly and me. I jump off the bed.
“Where are you go ing? Don’t leave me,” Isa says in a needy and seductive tone.
I find my pants and dig into the pocket and find what I’m looking for. I get back on the bed with her and open up the small pocket knife. Isa’s eyes get big and her breathing quickens.
“What do you plan on doing with that ?” she asks.
“It’s my turn to taste you.” I tell her as I grab her hand and grip her index finger. Isa looks scared, but she doesn’t hesitate or resist me. I take the tip of the knife an d slice at the pad of her finger and blood oozes down in a small trickle. Isa winces and hisses through her teeth. I look up at her and keep eye contact while I slip her finger into my mouth and suck the blood from her digit. She’s right – it’s sweet and salty. I’ve never experimented with blood play before and it feels absolutely illicit, but oh, so fucking excellent. I also I know wouldn’t be doing this with anyone but Isa.
As I continue to suck at her finger, Isa starts to squirm a round underneath me and I feel precum bead on the head of my dick. Her eyes roll back in her head, her other hand goes up to her mouth and she bites down on her fisted fingers. I stop sucking at her finger and move up to kiss her. Her blood is still on my lips and when I kiss her, our saliva
I smile at her. “I don’t think he would say he was traumatized at all. In fact, I think he’s probably bragging about it to everyone he knows.”
“Bragging about what? About h ow some dumb blonde opened the door in the nude?” she snorts at me.
“Dumb blonde? Not likely. More like smokin’ hot blonde with a kick ass body and tits that a man could lose himself in.”
She looks horrified at my statement.
“What? You don’t believe that?” I ask her.
“Only you believe that.”
“Someday, Isa, you’ll realize how truly beautiful you are and I’ll be trouble when that happens because you’ll figure out you don’t really need me.”
She slaps my mouth swiftly. “Don’t you ever say that kind of crap again. I mean it, Dylan. I’ll always need you.”
I grab the hand that she slapped me with and pin her down on the bed.
“Did you really just slap me?” I ask her sternly.
“Yes. You needed it.”
“That’s not for you to decide, now is it?”
“Then who else is it to decide, if not your wife?”
I smile lamely at her because I know she’s right. “How does that make you feel, Isa, being my wife?”
“Like the luckiest bitch in the whole world.”
“My wife is not a bitch and if you know what’s good for you, you won’t talk about her that way.”
She grins at me at me sweetly. “Is that what you would say if someone called me a bitch?”
“No. I’d say something much harsher and there would be bloodshed.”
Isa gets that languid needy look in her eyes and I know I’ve hit a sweet spot. “You would do that for me?”
“I would do much more for you than that, my love.” When I say the words, h er father pops into my mind and I’m reminded how I want to kick the living shit out of him for what he’s done to my wife. And I will, when the time comes, but that’s neither here nor there.
“Promise?” s he asks.
“I already did when I said I do. ”
She pulls me down to her mouth and kisses me. Her tongue slips inside my mouth seductively and she finishes it off with her signature move, biting my bottom lip, and I taste my own blood. She licks my bottom lip and I can see my blood on her mouth. It’s arousing and I feel myself getting hard.
“Do you l ike the taste of my blood?”
“You know I do,” s he says dreamily.
“What does it taste like?”
She thinks for a moment and then answers me. “Salty and sweet, and forbidden .”
Yes, indeed, i t is. “It sounds good.”
“Oh, it is. Very good. Just like every part of you,” she says devilishly and licks her lips.
I’m fully erect now and my cock is pressed firmly in between her belly and me. I jump off the bed.
“Where are you go ing? Don’t leave me,” Isa says in a needy and seductive tone.
I find my pants and dig into the pocket and find what I’m looking for. I get back on the bed with her and open up the small pocket knife. Isa’s eyes get big and her breathing quickens.
“What do you plan on doing with that ?” she asks.
“It’s my turn to taste you.” I tell her as I grab her hand and grip her index finger. Isa looks scared, but she doesn’t hesitate or resist me. I take the tip of the knife an d slice at the pad of her finger and blood oozes down in a small trickle. Isa winces and hisses through her teeth. I look up at her and keep eye contact while I slip her finger into my mouth and suck the blood from her digit. She’s right – it’s sweet and salty. I’ve never experimented with blood play before and it feels absolutely illicit, but oh, so fucking excellent. I also I know wouldn’t be doing this with anyone but Isa.
As I continue to suck at her finger, Isa starts to squirm a round underneath me and I feel precum bead on the head of my dick. Her eyes roll back in her head, her other hand goes up to her mouth and she bites down on her fisted fingers. I stop sucking at her finger and move up to kiss her. Her blood is still on my lips and when I kiss her, our saliva
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