Dirty Seduction

The tension between us was alive. Unfightable. Undeniable. And at the sight of the hunger in her eyes, my fiery demons rose, brave, emboldened. I pictured the men eyeing her up across the club. The guy dancing close, eyeing her cute ass. The idiot leaning in close, trying to make conversation at the bar before I’d stormed in like a man at war.

“You’re not the only one who’s fucking jealous,” I said, letting the full force of my feelings slam home. “Every other cock in the world can burn in hell. You won’t ever be taking any but mine.”

I tore her dress down from her tits, and her tiny nipples were already hard. I needed to see my marks on her, so I slapped them nice and hard, making them brighten, pink.

My Lilith moaned, presenting them higher for more.

“I want to be yours,” she said. “Use me like I’m yours, push me like I’m yours, love me like I’m yours.”

Fuck!

I slapped her again. More fresh pink. It matched her dress.

“Get on the bed,” I said and she did as she was told. She didn’t even take her heels off, spreading her legs wide and squirming so her dress was up around her waist, exposing her white lace panties, so wet.

“Show me your cunt,” I said.

She grinned at my words. A filthy grin as she tugged her panties to the side. Her pink slit was glistening through the ghosting of hair.

I shrugged my jacket off and it was my turn to grin as she slipped two fingers into her needy hole.

I didn’t need to tell her to fuck herself. She fingered her cunt like a good girl and stared with sparkling eyes as I discarded my clothes. Those eyes fixed on my raging hard-on as I opened my suitcase and scooped up the filthy toys I’d brought with us. Dildos, rope, beads, lube, marker pens. I tossed them on the bed beside her and climbed up, wrestling her out of her dress, a fevered artist unwrapping a fresh, virgin canvas. I tugged her panties down and off, and then I buried my face in her pussy, spreading her and lapping, getting her wetness, her stunning scent all over me. I wanted to breathe it in, swallow it, bathe in it.

“You’re mine,” I said, looking up at her, my mouth dripping as I panted.

“Show me, then,” she said, and our bodies were in sync, running on pure instinct as I climbed up to pin her wrists together. She presented them, and I bound them tight, ordering her to keep them up and over her head as I took the first of the dildos and lubed it up.

I didn’t need to. She was so wet it slid right in. My dirty girl.

I pushed it right in to the hilt, and wasted no time, pushing the anal beads into her ass one by one, filling her up as her dirty sweet hole swallowed them. I loved the sight. Loved the way her breaths hitched and her gorgeous lips parted. Loved the way her slapped tits rose and fell.

I used my thumb to push the last bead home. “Grip those tight,” I told her. “I want your cunt and ass nice and full for me, no matter how tempted you are to let them go. Concentrate.”

She accepted the challenge, shifting position and raising her legs higher, determined. The dildo stretching her. The finger-pull of the beads poking from her dirty hole. My sweet little innocent angel.

I rubbed her clit, teasing, and she tipped her head back so fast that her glasses skewed on her sweet face. Delightful. She looked so fucking innocent.

I watched her, there in her beautiful, horny vulnerability, and returned to my thoughts of the men who’d wanted her in the club. I imagined the fantasies they’d been having. Imagining her sucking their cocks, and hoping to plough her tight little pussy like she was nothing but a conquest on a night out. But she would never be that. Not for anyone. She was all mine.

All mine for all time. I liked the sound of that. It would make a good chapter heading.

I kissed a path up her body as she wriggled. I sucked her tits into my mouth so hard I’d leave marks, and she begged for more. I bit her, leaving a string of love bites across her collarbone and on the underside of her arms, consumed. I’d have happily covered her whole body with them, my head screaming MINE whenever they landed, but I arrived up at her face, captivated. I didn’t straighten her glasses when I kissed her sweet mouth. I wanted her messy and wild. Tainted.

She kissed me back like she was starving for it, hitching even higher to keep the toys inside her like a good girl.

I imagined the idiot who’d come on to her at the bar, playing with her tits, with her lying there for him instead of me letting my possessiveness take hold. The alien feeling was becoming familiar, and growing in power.

I liked it.

I took hold of the nearest black marker pen, my mind whirring with a whole stream of filth I wanted to write. So many words for a perfect bruised canvas. My hand was shaking as I tried to decide.

“Do it,” my angel said. “Make me a dirty girl. Make me a slut.”

Slut. Yes.

I wrote an S, ragged on her stomach, my hand clenched around the pen so tight I could have broken it. I attempted to write an L to follow, but the rise and fall of her breaths sent me insane. It was as though time sped up and slowed in unison, and I was there, in the thrill, with a crazed sense of possession beyond the remit of control. A zen moment. Falling into the abyss. A glorious abyss of possession. Love. Yes. This was my love. My true love for my sweet Rosie.

I lost it, hands shaking, letters becoming nothing but a frenzied mass of scribbles, all over her skin. SLUT. Her tits were covered, her stomach, and thighs. WHORE. She moaned out a fuck, trying to keep the toys inside her as I scrawled my way around her clit, CUM SLUT, peppering the aftermath with kisses. I followed the marker pen, my mouth as crazed as my scrawls.

MY DIRTY BITCH

MY ANGEL

MY WHORE

MY SLUT

MY DIRTY GIRL

The words were a crisscross around her neck when I moved up, and I didn’t stop there. I couldn’t. I took her chin in my hand and met her eyes, loving the way she gasped for me. And then I used the marker as a messy lipstick, leaving a trail down her chin as I finally threw it aside.

Rosie tasted of ink and used pussy. She bucked up at me as lost in the fever as I was and I slammed the dildo in and out of her cunt so hard she cried out.

Fuck, I needed to focus on my own dick, not a fake one. I kneeled up against the headboard and turned her ink smeared face towards me, glasses still skewed.

“Show me how much of a good slut you really are,” I said. “Earn my cock.” She bobbed her head to take me in her mouth, trying her best as I ploughed the dildo in her pussy to the same rhythm. Her legs were spread high, and she didn’t have the use of her hands since they were bound, so she was subject to my every whim and every movement.

Perfect.

I fucked her face until she was gagging, but she kept on bobbing her head, staring up at me with fluttering lashes through thick frames. I took her hair for extra leverage and used it, making her sweet young throat quack for me, and the fire was burning merrily, my balls tightening, ready to explode. But no. NO. I pulled away, leaving trails of spit from her mouth and smears of pen ink on my throbbing cock.

I needed her cunt. I wanted my cum dripping from her slit like seedy nectar.

The beads were still tight in her ass as I replaced the dildo with my cock. I forced her legs even higher as I buried deep, knees to her tits, taking hold of her bound wrists to fuck her like a beast. I loved the sight of her, dirty with scrawls, and scribbles, and love bites. I loved her dirty face, so angelic and so smeared with her spit all over her chin.

“Oh God…” she said as I angled myself, moving against me. “Please, yes… yes…”

I gave her deep, long thrusts that had her crying out as the pleasure ate her up, and her shuddering orgasm was too much for me to stand. The tightness of her milked me until I was cursing, shooting my load deep.

She was a slick, sopping little Eve when I pulled out, but the anal beads were still all the way in. Good girl.

I pulled them out one by one, slowly, fired up all over again as she gasped as each bead came free, and then I moved up close, eyes fixed on the final big bead as I eased it out.

Her dirty hole winked as the bead popped out and my angel gasped all over again. Beautiful. My God, she was still gaping, just a little. I buried my tongue right inside there, deep into the true filthy pleasures, wanting everything I could get from her. Every single fucking thing.

But I wasn’t the only one of us who felt like that, clearly. Possessed. As she looked down at me eating her ass, the Lilith was back, and Rosie shifted herself up, heels against the bedsheets, struggling to rise with bound wrists as I watched her, fascinated.

She managed raise into a kneel, and I joined her. Curious, and she almost toppled as she reached for the marker pen clearly visible amongst the dark inky patch it had bled onto the white cotton bedding.

My beautiful Rosie was a deviant state of ink, messy hair, skewed dirty glasses, and quick breaths as she knelt before me. Her eyes were as needy and filthy as mine.

Possessed.

I wasn’t the only one suffering from jealousy… or love.

I looked down at my chest as she struggled to write letters of her own, marking my skin.

Hers were barely legible with her wrists bound.

M I…

N…

E

MINE

I looked down as she cast the marker to the side, lowering her head to kiss every letter.

Tingles flourished through me, behind each delicate kiss.

Tingles of love and adoration.

And she was right. It was true. I was hers.

And she was mine.