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“You Should Be In Bed By Now, Pet.”
The sudden voice startles me out of my reading. I can’t sleep so I decided to spread out on the oversized sectional in the living room with some fluffy romance book. I’ve been having nightmares every night for the past three nights and haven’t been able to get any solid sleep, so trying to read some sappy love story is my last-ditch effort to calm my mind enough to be able to rest. Which, unfortunately, was not working even before the sudden entrance of Black scaring the absolute shit out of me.
“Stars, Black! You almost gave me a heart attack!” I whisper yell at the short edgy skeleton, my hand pressed tightly against my wildly beating heart.
“It Is Already Two In The Morning. Why Are You Still Up?” Black seemingly has no remorse over my frightened state.
His hard, piercing stare telling me that he isn’t in the mood for any pleasantries. Well, that’s too bad. No one told him to come bother me at ass crack o’ clock while I was minding my own business. Fine, two can play that game. With a huff I dramatically slam my book close and throw it across the couch. Folding my arms in irritation, I turn my attention to him.
“What do you want, Black?” I ask, not caring how short I’m being with him. I can care about how rude I’m being and apologize after I can finally get some fucking sleep.
He stares at me a moment, a single browbone raised as he takes a moment to appraise me. I turn my head to the side, hoping that he doesn’t see how dark the circles under my eyes are or how tense my shoulders are from being so on edge from the nightmares. I know I look like trash. The last thing I need is for him to rub it in my face right now.
A soft hum comes from the brash skeleton as he moves to stand directly in front of me. Rough, chipped phalanges softly grip my chin, forcing me face to skull with my early morning intruder.
Bent over at the waist, Black levels his face with mine to look me dead in the eyes. His own knowing eyelights are sharp pin pricks in his dark sockets.
“When Was The Last Time You Slept?” The question is straight forward, very much like the skeleton himself. He can obviously tell that I haven’t been sleeping, unlike how I’ve been fooling my other housemates.
I try to look away again, but his phalanges tighten their grip on my face making it impossible. That slightest bit of ache in my jaw has my mind flashing back to the more…sensual…scenes in the book I had been reading.
Black is still looming over me when I divert my attention back to him. His browbone is raised once again and is clearly impatiently waiting for my answer. I weight my options, but decide that the sooner I tell him what he wants to know, the soon I can get back to my book and hopefully get some sleep.
“Three days ago.” A soft defeated sigh slips through my lips.
At that, both his browbones raise high on his forehead as a look of disbelief and concern flashes over his skull. It’s not often that Black is shocked into silence, naturally being one of the loudest skeletons in the house, but it’s always satisfying when it happens. A small smile tugs on my lips as I try to beg my sleep deprived brain to remember this moment.
Black must know exactly what I’m thinking since he lets go of my face and straightens out as he rolls his eyes at me.
“So I Am To Assume That You Are Attempting To Lull Yourself Into Sleep With A Bed Time Story? It Does Not Seem To Be Working.” He states bluntly, gesturing to the book I had thrown on his arrival.
I sigh again as I roughly rub my tired eyes, already aggravated before he had even walked into the room but the feeling only getting stronger the longer he’s here.
“Yes, Black, that was what I was doing. No, it obviously is not working. What do you want from me? I’m honestly too tired to deal with you right now.” I snap at him, just wanting to be alone for my pity party. Plus, the story was just getting to the good part.
“I Also Have Read That Book. I Very Greatly Enjoyed It.” Once again Black blatantly ignores my question, instead deciding to steer the conversation any which way he wants. I’m not going to bother to reply to his one side conversation. Not that it matters because he continues on anyways.
“Is This Your First Time Reading It?” He’s still staring down at me, a hard look in his eyes that I can’t quiet decipher.
I answer honestly without thinking. “No.”
His brightening eyelights and mischievous smirk are enough to remind me exactly what scenes were in the book. Yeah, it has some adorable fluffy romance plot, but there is also a lot of kinky erotica hidden between chapters as well. It’s a book I often turn to when I want to self-satisfy some rougher wants and needs.
In the midst of my musings, I don’t notice when Black takes a step closer, leaving barely a breath between us. When I glance back up at him through my lashes, my heart stutters before starting a fast excited thrum deep within my chest.
“Personally, My Favorite Part Is How Dominating The Love Interest Is. His Proficiency With Binding Could Use a Bit Of Work In My Opinion, Though.” The thought of Black tying me to his bed flashes through my mind involuntarily. Where the hell did that come from? I mean, I can’t deny that Black is attractive, but he’s so bossy and annoy-oh. Yeah. I could see how he’d be a dominate. The thought has me damping the cloth between my thighs as I envision multiple scenarios.
Black’s smirk widens further while he takes a deep, unnecessary breath. My face flushes when I remember that all monsters have a heightened sense of smell, knowing he can scent my arousal.
His glowing dark violet ecto tongue purposefully runs across his upper teeth as he leers down at me with determination gleaming in his eyelights.
“I Think I May Have A Way To Help You Sleep. Something Better Than A Story. I Will Even Volunteer To Help You.” He pauses for a moment before adding, “If You Are Willing, Of Course.”
His proposition has my tired mind reeling. Am I really about to do this? With Black of all people? I mean, he may be bossy, but I get the feeling that it comes more from a place of concern-wanting to keep the people he cares for safe. Do I feel safe with him? Do I trust him enough to do this with him?
I don’t even need to think about it as my answer is the same one that I give him.
“Yes. Please help me, Black.” I clearly tell him, albeit a little nervously.
That seems to be all he needs to hear as I’m quickly lifted into his arms and carried up the stairs towards his bedroom. He stops in front of the door, leaving it closed in front of us. I look to see why he stopped when I see he’s already staring down at me.
“Are You Absolutely Sure, Y/n? Do You Understand What You Are Agreeing To?” He asks, voice uncharacteristically soft with concern.
I smile at him as I lean forward to brush a gentle kiss against his boney cheek, leaving my lips on the side of his skull as I whisper my reply.
“Yes, Black. I want you. I need you. Please help me, Sir.” I can’t stop my smirk as I feel his bones clatter beneath me at the use of the honorific.
A low growl is heard and before I know it, I’m inside his room and being thrown onto the bed without much regard.
Black rifles through his bedside table before he pulls out some purple rope and nipple clamps that are connected with a long, thin silver chain. He gently closes the drawer after he collects the belongings and turns back towards me.
He stops a foot away from where I was thrown onto the bed.
“Are You Familiar With The Color System?” He asks, still keeping his distance.
I nod my head yes, already starting to feel that dizzying arousal from thinking about how he’s going to use those on me.
His words break me from my fantasies when he harshly corrects me, “Use Your Words, Pet. I Always Need A Verbal Response.”
“Yes, Sir. Green means I’m good to continue, yellow means I am asking you to slow down, red means to stop immediately.” Beginning to slip into subspace, I promptly recite the meanings, not wanting to make another mistake so soon.
A pleased hum leaves the back of Black’s non-existent throat.
“Such A Good Pet. Now, Last Question Before We Begin. Do You Have Any Hard Or Soft Limits?” He asks.
I squirm a little under his scrutinizing gaze, moving myself into a kneeling position with my hands seated in my lap, head facing down.
His phalanges grab my chin as they had only a few minutes ago to force me to look him in the eye.
“Pet, These Are Things I Need To Know To Keep This Time Safe And Enjoyable For Both Of Us. It Will Not Stop The Play From Happening, It May Just Change How It Happens.” His reassurance has me uttering my response.
“I don’t like any bodily fluid play except for cum or saliva-that’s a hard no. I also don’t like knife play, scarring, or branding-those are soft though, depending on how they’re executed. Marking in any other way is green, though. I enjoy the pain.” I shakily finish, taking a much needed deep breath while my hands nervously pick at my fingers that are still situated in my lap.
Black nods his head as he tells me, “Understood. I Find That We Will Not Have Any Issues With Your Hard Limits Since I am Only Able To Produce Your Two Exceptions-Aside From My Marrow, Though I Highly Doubt You Will Injure Me Enough To Draw Any. Though, If That Is To Happen, I Will Vigilantly Keep Note Of It. As For Your Soft Limits, I Shall Avoid Them Completely In Todays’ Play Since This Is Happening On Short Notice And I Would Prefer If We Had More Time To Further Discuss Them.” I feel myself relax as he looks me over once more.
“My Only Soft Limit Is Bratting, If Only For The Current Situation Since, Once Again, We Do Not Have the Time I Would Prefer To Fully Discuss The Limitations. We Can Discuss That Later If You Decide You Would Like To Continue With This Relationship. Is There Anything You Would Like To Add?” I can feel my wetness making a mess of my underwear as he mentions the possibility of a next time, excitement coursing through me.
“No, Sir.” I respond.
“Very Well Then, Pet. Are You Ready To Begin?” His devious smirk is back in place and has me whimpering as I try to rub my thighs together to get some friction on my aching core.
A soft, needy whimper pulls through my throat as I’m ready to begin begging him for exactly that.
“Yes, Sir. Please, Sir.” I lightly groan out.
All distance that Black had previously kept was erased as I find myself pushed down onto the bed with my head laying on the soft pillows situated by the headboard.
“What A Needy Little Pet. If You Continue To Be Good, I Promise I Will Take Good Care Of You. Now, Arms Above Your Head, Pet. Keep Your Hands In a Fist, Facing Each Other Inward And Keep Still.” The deep bass of his command vibrates through his body as he’s practically draped on top of me. Without thinking, I retreat into my subspace fully now that the play has begun and metaphorically-and maybe a little literally- hand over the reigns to Black.
I do exactly as he asks, being rewarded with a light graze of his sharp teeth against my neck as his arms work on binding my hands to the metal slotted headboard above me. I moan out when his teeth nip at my throat, the sharp pain sending a wave of pleasure straight down my spine. A smooth, warm tongue laves at the fresh mark, making me shiver with excitement.
Black slowly pulls away and admires his handy work from his kneeling position besides me. A quick tug on the restraints has the slightly rough texture of the hemp rope scraping against the sensitive skin of my wrists. It’s tight enough that I won’t be able to remove it without help, but loose enough that it doesn’t run the risk of cutting off my circulation. A low hum of appreciation settles in my throat.
“My, What A Good Little Pet You Are. You Look So Pretty Tied Up Like That.” He coos mockingly.
Much too slowly for what I want, he moves to settle himself between my legs, just barely gripping my thighs to move them enough to fit himself, the sharp tips of his phalanges lightly pressing into my skin. Wanting him to touch me more, I thrust my hips up, pressing my thighs more firmly into his grasp. He’s quick to move his hands to my hips to push them down harshly, pointed tips digging hard into my sides, but not hard enough to draw blood-just enough to flood my panties with arousal.
“Ah, Ah, Ah. Patience, Pet. You Will Get What You Want All In Due Time.” His rough voice reprimands me as he gives my hips a sharp squeeze before releasing them completely. A disappointed whimper leaves me, only to be responded to with his dark, humorless chuckle.
“Please, Sir! Please touch me!” I can’t help but cry out. With him situated between my legs, I can’t give myself any friction and my poor night shorts are probably soaked through at this point.
“Well, How Can I Deny A Pet That Begs So Well.” He laughs once more as he reaches up for my shirt.
I gasp aloud at the loud tearing noise made as he rips the fabric down the center. He reaches beside him, but before I can see what’s in his hand, I feel his tongue give a harsh lick to my breast.
“Color?” He asks, A clawed hand coming up to toy with my other breast, roughly grabbing and tweaking my nipple into a stiff peak.
A deep groan resonates from my throat as I pull on the bindings, ropes roughly digging into my wrists. “Green, Sir!”
He hums in acknowledgment as his tongue flicks across my nipple once more, taking it fully into his sharp mouth with a hard suck; Hot tongue, still swirling across the bud inside his mouth.
The rough treatment has my walls clenching on nothing, begging for more stimulation.
“More, please. Sir, please touch me more!” I moan out.
Though my begging falls on deaf ears as Black continues with his ministrations, switching sides between his hand and mouth until red teeth marks are littered around my chest and nipples. Once he deems that they both have had enough attentions, he pulls away just enough to place a clamp on each peak, giving a light tug on the attached chain to make sure they are secure. The tight clamps provide a constant stimulation to my well abused breast as I try to grind against Black once more, moaning out little pleases and mores.
My pleading words are silenced when sharp teeth are pressed against my lips. A stinging nip leaves me moaning, opening my mouth to allow his tongue to push through and devour my own. Our battle for dominance is short lived as Black takes full control of my mouth, bending me to his will. His taste is sweet and once he pulls away, I see a string of glowing purple saliva connecting our mouths.
My head is still reeling from that mind blowing kiss as Black makes his way down my body, nipping and scratching along the way. His tongue circles down to my belly button, briefly dipping in, before continuing his path south.
My body is burning with arousal as he finally stops at the hem of my shorts, my clit pulsing with need as he lowers himself to lay between my legs.
“You Have Been Such A Good Pet. I Think You Deserve A Treat, Don’t You?” He asks. I know it’s a rhetorical question, but I pull on my restraints as if to shove his head down myself, nodding and begging him to.
“Yes, yes! Stars, please Sir!” Babbling and begging are the only sounds able to leave my mouth besides my panting moans.
Slowly, ever so slow, Black curls his hand around my waist band, slipping the fabric down past my ankles and tosses them carelessly to the other side of the room.
Now I’m laying here, tied to Black’s bed in only my soaked underwear, fully on display for the skeleton in front of me.
“Pets Do Not Need Clothes.” He playfully clicks his tongue as he uses his sharp phalange to slice through the thin material, discarding the destroyed fabric.
Before I’m able to mourn the loss of my cute underwear, a slow lick from hole to clit has me gasping for breath, moaning in pleasure; finally getting the reprieve I’ve been begging for.
Black repeats his long lick a few more times before using the tip of his warm tongue to slowly circle my clit. The hot sensation has me instantly soaked.
I hear a deep inhale from between my legs and a lusty growl vibrating my clit has me screaming as a slick tongue is plunged between my folds.
Inch by Inch, the warm appendage thrust deeper into my inner walls, licking up my flooding arousal. A masterful probe from his long tongue has me clenching around it, greedily trying to suck it further in to me as I try to grind harder on his face.
This seems to be all Black needs to know as my g spot starts being repeatedly pounded into with the soft tip of his tongue, making that coil tighten deep in my pelvis. My legs twitch with every thrust. His hands clenching my thighs tight, keeping them wide open for his meal.
“Please, Sir! Please! Right there! Oh my stars, please Sir! I want to cum!” My urgent moans grow louder, chasing after that pleasurable high that I know is close.
A sharp pitched whine sounds through the room as I feel Black remove his tongue, pulling his face up to look at me.
“Cum For Me, Pet.” As fast as he stopped, he starts up again. Tongue shoved deeper than before, stretching me out further as his claw comes up to yank the chain, tugging hard on my clamped nipples.
My eyes roll back as my mind blanks. Flashes of white cover my vision as I orgasm harder than I ever have before. I can’t stop the loud bliss filled scream ripping from my throat, or care in that moment if I woke anyone up. All I can focus on is the dizzying aftershocks of my orgasm, head buzzing with nothing but satisfaction.
“What A Good Little Pet. You Took My Pleasure So Well.” Smugness drips from his praise.
He leans over me, caging me with his arms beside my head, his face so close that I can feel his hot breath against my neck. My legs continue to twitch with pleasurable jolts of electric tingles while he laughs at my helpless disposition.
“Look At You, Trembling Under Me Already. I Haven’t Even Stuffed You Full Of My Cock Yet.” His tone is condescending, but I know that he’s pleased by the teasing smirk.
“Don’t Think We Are Done Already, Pet!” he continues on in an antagonistic tone.
A gasping moan leaves me as he lifts himself to kneel between my legs, the feather light touch of his claws skimming down my sides before roughly grabbing onto the back of my thighs and shoving my knees into my chest.
“Color?” He checks in once more. It takes me a moment to answer, my body and mind still heavily in a lust filled daze.
“Green, Sir.” I murmur.
A pleased smile pulls across his teeth before it snaps back into its’ usual cocky smirk.
“Good, Pet. Be Ready.” Black warns as he teases my entrance with the head of his cock, hot precum smearing across my lower lips.
Without any other warning, he thrusts his thick cock deep inside me, stretching me open with a delicious burning pleasure as I scream his name at his sudden entrance.
“Black!”
I hear his husky moan close to my ear as he leans forward to settle deeper inside my walls.
“Yes, Scream My Name! I Want To Hear Every Noise I Force Out Of You. Let Everyone Know Who Is Giving You This Pleasure, Pet!”
With that said, he slowly slides almost complete out before roughly thrusting back into my shamefully wet entrance.
He continues his brutal pace, slamming into me without reprieve, pulling and angling my hips flush with his so that he hits that perfect little pleasure spot just right with every harsh thrust.
“yes, yeS, YES!” I moan out loudly.
The room is filled with the sounds of bone slapping against skin, wet thrusts, and its’ answering groans and moans of bliss as I begin to feel that burning coil tightening once more.
“Mmm” Black groans, “You Look So Beautiful Like This, Trembling Under Me, Your Soft Little Pussy Stretching So Tightly Around My Cock, Taking Me So Well.” He purrs, chest vibrating against my shins as he folds back over me.
I can’t form any words, my body thoroughly consumed with waves of desire that bring goosebumps to my skin, only able to moan and cry out like a wanton bitch in heat.
“Would You Like Me To Fill You Even More?” He asks, lost in his own pleasures. “Stuff You So Full Of My Cum That You Look Like You Are Carrying A Litter Of My Babybones?”
The idea of being stuffed so full of cum that it inflates a bump in my stomach has me clenching hard on his cock, wanting to milk as much of his hot cum as I can to fill me up.
Black growls as he hitches my hips up off the bed, full supporting my weight as if I weighed nothing to him. His thrusts hitting deeper than before, thick cock stretching me out further than anyone ever has. The new angle has my body lighting up in ecstasy. I’m so close to cumming and he must notice because he removes one of his hands from the back of my hips to reach down between my legs in search of my little pleasure button. He draws purposeful circles around my clit, effectively snapping that coil inside me.
My scream practically shakes the walls, but again, I don’t care about the repercussions. A guttural growl resonates through Black’s chest as his hips stutter before continuing even faster than before, my inner walls fluttering around him, encouraging him to his own end.
It’s only seconds later when I feel a satisfying warmth spilling inside me. His hot magic tingles and vibrates inside my overstimulated walls, forcing another sudden orgasm to rip through me.
Black slowly lifts himself from on top of me, a large amount of purple ectocum flowing onto the sheets as he pulls out.
I’m panting desperately to catching my breath as my body numbly collapses onto the bed, completely spent and thoroughly satisfied. I vaguely hear water running as I fight to keep my eyes open, exhausted from our unplanned escapade.
He returns a few moments later with a towel and wet washcloth in hand. Carefully placing himself back between my legs, he tends to the mess he’s made. A tired sigh escapes my mouth as he gently cleanses my skin of sweat and cum. The moment is quiet and peaceful, the complete opposite of just a few minutes ago. The only sound heard now is the gentle praises and reassurances from Black’s sharp maw.
“You Did So Well, Dearest.”
“I Am So Proud Of You.”
“Do Not Worry About Any Of This, I Will Take Care Of You.”
“You Are Safe Here, Dearest. Rest Now.”
It’s enough to lull me closer to the realm of sleep. I think back on our conversation earlier in the living room. I do trust Black to take care of me.
Once he deems me properly clean, I feel his warm bones lay against my naked skin as a soft blanket is swaddled around us. I use the last remaining bit of energy I have left to roll myself closer to snuggle into Black’s surprisingly comfortable ribs.
“Thank you, Black.” I whisper out, only half conscious.
He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me closer, leaving me feeling safe and secure.
That’s the final push I need to head into dream land, though I swear I hear him mumble something before I pass out, but my brain has already shut down so I have no time to figure it out.
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“I Love You, Dearest.”