Something Different

Saturday

CW: fear/primal kink, roleplay, CNC. Takes place in the Land of Ishness, a world created by Tiktok creator @ishness. All named characters are his creations.

As usual, my eyes pop open promptly at six a.m. and I starfish-stretch across the bed. It's only when my hand collides with someone's warm, well-muscled back clothed in a soft cotton T-shirt that the events of the night before come rushing back to me. DZ's fingertips against my skin, the knife blade cool and sharp against my collarbone. A persistent fear--but thrilling rather than stressful, exciting rather than harmful. A danger that I actually craved. A flirtation that was somehow easy and risky at the same time. And of course, the most overwhelming sensation--DZ's tongue, persistent and searching, bringing me to completion. 

A low, throaty growl reverberates through the bedroom. I've poked the bear.

"Sorry, DZ... I forgot where I--" 

Before I can finish my sentence, DZ rolls on top of me and covers my mouth. Eyes glow softly in the barely-there dawn light. His hand still smells faintly of me. Still covering my mouth, his other hand travels down past my stomach and comes to rest between my legs. Fingers stroking me through my underwear with a feather-soft touch, he leans down and drags his fangs down my throat to my collarbone where he stops to nibble gently for a moment before bringing his lips to my ear.

"You forgot me already? I'm hurt. Guess I'll have to remind you, won't I?"

I crane my neck to escape the hand covering my mouth so I can respond. "I feel like I should make an appearance elsewhere at some point. Won't it be, uh... obvious? If Demeter lets me stay the whole weekend and no one sees me the whole time I'm here?"

He chuckles. "It's hard to keep secrets in Ishness. I'm sure Demeter knew what was going to happen the second she said you could stay. She can read me pretty well."  He stops and bites my neck just below my ear. "And you know she doesn't keep many secrets from Karsh. So I just need to ... mark my territory before I take you out in public. If I decide we're going out at all." He bites again, harder. I can feel a bruise forming there already. The sting of his fangs piercing my skin sends an electric shock through my body and I shudder, involuntarily pushing my pelvis against his fingers. He palms me and pushes back, forcing me flat against the bed while also giving a pleasant sensation of pressure that only makes me grind into him harder.

"Now, now, pet. Last night was a treat. You'll need to earn it today," he murmurs. I stick my bottom lip out, and he responds by grabbing it between his teeth for a few moments before releasing me. "Don't. Pout." He leans back and lifts both arms above his head, stretching and yawning. His tongue rolls out of his mouth like a cat's. I'm about eighty percent sure he's showing off and teasing me, but I follow his command and keep my mouth shut. He smirks before continuing: "I'm not as patient today as I was last night. You'll need to behave if you want gratification for all those dirty thoughts in your head."

Crap. Forgot he'd be able to suss those out so easily. I feel myself blush as I watch him stretch, long lean arms with well-sculpted muscles and prominent veins. Mmm, those veins. Those hands. Maybe we can stay here all day, if he would just...

"Kitten. What did I just say?" His voice drops even lower. "Patience is a virtue. And at this point, you need all the virtues you can get to counteract that filthy mind of yours." He gracefully levers himself off the bed and offers a hand to help me up, primal tension suddenly gone. "Now. Why don't you get up and eat some breakfast. Make sure you include some protein; you... might need the energy at some point later today." I take his hand and he pulls me into a standing position, then turns to leave.