Lisa
I told her I'm no angel.
I don't think she believed me.
But she's about to discover that I'm the devil she never knew she needed.
I flick my tongue over the curved metal bar just below her clit as my thumb circles her sensitive nerves with just enough pressure to leave her wanting for more. Roseanne bucks from the mattress and gasps a breath when I suck the piercing into my mouth. The scent of her arousal mixes with the lingering soap on her skin. I'm already nearly mad with the need to sink into her tight heat.
"Lisa," she whispers. My free hand slides up her body to toy with the heart that surrounds her peaked nipple. I trace the curves and the tiny balls at each end of the bar before I give it a gentle tug that elicits a shudder. Her responsiveness makes me smile, but her restraint has got to go.
"I didn't quite catch that, baby." I latch onto her clit and roll my tongue across the bud and the metal bar until a loud moan finally passes her lips. "That's better," I say when I let her free of my mouth.
"They'll hear us," she whispers. "Jake and Yeji."
"Good. We'll show them how it's done. Give Jake something to think about. Maybe he'll get over himself and make a move on Yeji."
Roseanne huffs a laugh that becomes a cry of pleasure when I plunge my tongue into her pussy to taste her sweet, hot arousal, letting it cover my senses and burn into my memory. My fingers trace the symmetrical rows of titanium balls and bars that frame her entrance and she squirms before I drag my tongue through her lips and return to her clit to dip a finger into her pussy. Her eyes are closed, her head tilted back against the pillow. Her good hand grips an iron rung of the headboard as she bites down on her lip.
My finger curls to stroke a slow path over her inner walls. She writhes and sinks her teeth down into her flesh. That definitely won't do. I give her breast two gentle slaps in quick succession and she immediately lets go of her lip to suck in a needy breath.
"I still can't hear you."
"Lisa," she whimpers.
Roseanne writhes when I give her another little slap. Her pussy soaks my hand as I pump my finger in slow strokes. "Did you want something, Blackbird? You're going to have to speak up."
"More," she says, louder this time. "I need more."
I add another finger and a louder moan slips past her lips. But she's still holding back. "You're going to have to do better than that if you want to come."
A shiver wracks her body as I blow a thin stream of air over her exposed flesh.
"Please, Lisa. Please ," she rasps.
"I'll tell you what," I say. She meets my waiting gaze, her eyes hooded with lust. "Since you asked so nicely, I'll give you this one and let you come. But you'd better find your voice quick, little bird. Because we've only just started, and I will keep this up as long as it takes until I'm satisfied that you're not hiding from me. By the end of this, you'll scream. That's a fucking promise."
A strained whimper wrestles free of Roseanne's chest.
I slide my free arm beneath her hips and raise her ass off the mattress.
And then I devour her.
I pump my fingers and curl them to stroke the most sensitive flesh of her channel. My tongue dances over her clit until I take her piercing between my lips and give it a gentle tug. She bucks and moans and whimpers, but Roseanne is going nowhere but right to the edge. And I keep her where I want her for as long as I want there. I thrust my fingers in deep and hold them steady, denying her the orgasm building in her core.
