50 Kinds of Kink: Biting

She never took charge. That's why his jaw dropped when she gave him a devilish look, eyes smouldering as she headed straight up the stairs, pausing at the top and cocking her head. He stumbled a bit as he ran after her, slipping along the way.

He arrived in the door to see her lying on the fainting couch, a filmy dark fabric draped in a way that accentuated each curve. It had the slightest sheerness to it, he noted, glancing at her barely-visible nipple. Her wicked smile beckoned him, and he sauntered over, kneeling at her side.

He moved to catch her lips in his, but she turned her head, so that her lips were at his ear. "Make me cum using only your mouth" she whispered, catching him off-guard. He smirked at how brazen she was, caressing the back of her head with his hand. Suddenly her hair was clenched in his fist, and he pulled back sharply, exposing her throat.

"If that's how you're going to be.... I'll have to show you who's truly in charge, won't I?"

Her hands reached up to pull his hands free of her hair, only to be ensnared by the very strands she had intended to rescue. He took a moment, finding a short length of rope with which to secure her that way.

He stood back to admire his handiwork, obviously pleased. His hand clasped the edge of the cloth that covered her, and he pulled it off, slowly. It rolled off of her skin, a silky whisper against her nipple, he noticed. He thought it was rather pretty.

His love lay stark against the bright blue fabric, still with that naughty smile and unusual self-assuredness. He simply couldn't resist, and kissed her all over, starting at her rosy, pouty lips and moving slowly, so painfully slowly it hurt, down the length of her body.

She squirmed when the lightest touch of his lips grazed across her nipple, when his breath hit the curve of her breast... She was flushed as he made his way back up her collarbone, up the arch of her neck, and placed the lightest of them all beneath her ear where the lobe met her face. A sharp inhale told him he was winning, and he grinned madly.

His mouth descended towards her ear a second time, taking the lobe gently between his teeth. Midway through her appreciative groan, he bit down, forcing free a yelp. Now his beast had been freed, and it was hungry. His lips touched her collar bone again, teeth sinking in roughly at her throat. Nervous, she stopped breathing, looking at him with wide eyes while her pulse pattered frightenedly in his mouth. He let go, smirking before he continued his assault. A trail of red blossomed up where he touched, first kiss-biting the curve of each tit, wrapping around them in a sensuous pain that ended with a sharp nip at the tip of her nipple. The whole time she squirmed, unable to do anything with her hands tied up in her hair.

He trailed down further, sharp bites lining her torso to her bellybutton, and further. When he got between her legs, he almost lost himself, seeing her glisten in front of him. He buried his face in her, turning his predatory eyes up at her as he nuzzled the crook of the joint where hip and leg meet.

Then suddenly he was biting again, all around her thighs, beneath them, close to that spot, no that one spot he shouldn't--! Her back arched as she came without warning, semicircular marks patterning the inside of her legs and thighs, her clit in his mouth between his teeth where he bit ever-so-gently.

She panted as he rose, an indeterminate expression across her face.

"Now, who's in charge love?"