Does It Hurt?

by H.D. Carlton

“As pretty as that mouth is, I'm going to need you to fucking shut it.”

“Don't make me do it for you.”

“You always do when you create your own little ocean all over me.”

“Look at that. You can glow, too.”

I’ve never been good at confrontation. Throwing up the peace sign and moonwalking out of the vicinity is my go-to response.

“I won’t just write it, I’ll carve it. Take your hand off her, or I will do it for you.”

“and I’d do it again. I’m the only one allowed to touch you, bella ladra, and I’m the only one who will cause you pain. Capito?”

“That’s another lie, Sawyer. I can smell your pussy from here. That’s not nothing.”

“Why did you get to be God’s favorite?” He stares down at me with a savage expression. “You can ask him yourself when I take you to see him.”

“Oh God,” I cry, trying to keep my voice down but failing miserably. “Can you see him, baby? Ask him for forgiveness.” “Why?” I pant, another high-pitched moan nearly swallowing the word. “Because you worship me now.”

“Don't hide your tears, bella. You're so pretty when you cry.”

And if she thinks she’s broken now, I’d like to see how well she can walk after I’m done.

“No more running, baby. I want him to come looking for you just so I can have the privilege of ending his life for touching what’s mine.”

“Because I want to be the only thing that keeps you up at night, bella ladra,” he growls. “And if anyone is going to hurt you, it’s going to be me.”

He tracks every move religiously, as if the secrets to the universe will appear within the suds coating my skin.

“You will heal, Sawyer. And as long as you are with me, you will never have to cause pain again. But when you are between my teeth, I will make you bleed. I will make you hurt instead.”

I wanted to take all her broken pieces, and fucking shatter them—turn them into dust so she could never be whole again.

“If worshiping you is what you ask, I’d be happy to spend the rest of my life on my knees,” I tell her, my voice dipped so low, it’s nearly unrecognizable.

“Careful, bella,” he warns darkly. “You may not have forgiven me yet, but I have plenty of methods to ask for it.”

“I can get on my knees again and show you a blessing from a different type of god,”

“Because anyone who looks at what’s mine will never live to tell about it,” I rasp.

“È impossibile odiarti quando mi fai sentire così vivo,” I start, slipping two fingers past her lips and hooking them over her teeth, bringing her closer. “Ed è esattamente per questo che voglio odiarti. Prima di incontrare te ero un sonnambulo. Cazzo, non ero pronto a svegliarmi.”

“Ho sbagliato a dirti che eri debole. Sei così incredibilmente coraggiosa, vorrei che lo vedessi anche tu.”

“Ti penso ogni ora, ogni minuto, ogni dannato secondo. Non so che fare.”

“Era l’unica cosa che mi eccitava e dava pace. Hai rovinato anche questo. Sentirti su di me è meglio di immergersi nell’oceano. Neanche con questa rivelazione so che fare.”

“Can’t we beg together, baby?” I rasp darkly.

“I’m ready to repent, baby. You tell me to stop, I stop.”

Quickly, I hook both arms around each thigh and force her back down on my face, opening my mouth wide and drinking from her like a man who’s been lost at sea for months.

“You can take it,” I assure. “Can you feel how tightly your pussy clings to me? Like it never wants to let me go. How deep do you think you can take me before you’re begging for me to stop?”

“Brava ragazza. You’re doing so fucking good,” I praise, rolling my hips into her. “I’m so proud of you.”

Flirting with death is a fucking thrill.

“There’s a place in the ocean, so deep, where not a single point of light penetrates through it. And for so long, I’ve been trapped there, unable to breathe. When I met you, you lifted me out of that darkness, and it was the first time I came up for air. You’ve become my oxygen, bella ladra, and I can no longer breathe without you.”

How do I say that I would’ve loved to see her end his miserable life and then probably fuck her for it after?

“Do you know how envious I am? I only wish I had been there to reward you after. And then, I would’ve made sure you were never caught for it.”