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Your one and only pleasure; all decked in lace in leather
"Fact, I'm not a surgeon and this is going to hurt." I said. Michael was laying on the wooden floor while digging his fingers into the thin rug in pain.
I used a simple butter knife to gently pry the bullet out and Michael dug his hand into my thigh. "Fuck!" He shouted.
It hit the floor with a loud clatter and it felt like heartbeats.
"Oh fuck," I said as turned my head away to take a deep breath and get the scent of blood out of my nose. "Fuck, fuck, fuck."
Michael chuckled. "Better watch that mouth, or I'll punish it." He sounded like he was in pain but was trying to hold it.
Normally I would have killed to hear those words but as I was tying fabric giggly around his hip to put pressure on the wound, it was not a good time.
"At least you don't smell so much blood you're practically tasting it." I said.
"But you'd like to, wouldn't you?" I looked up at him and he smirked. "Wouldn't you?" He asked again.
I took a deep breath. "Maybe." I said sheepishly.
"Do it." He said. I felt a wave of fear and embarrassment. He slid his fingers under the wrap and winced, then brought them back out and they were crimson red.
He put his fingers to my lips and my face flushed with embarrassment again, but I let him enter my mouth. It tasted like copper and salt on my tongue as I eagerly sucked on his finger.
"Good girl." He smirked as he watched the display. My lips curled in a smile around his fingers. I saw him wince in pain from the bullet wound again. My mind wandered to any pain killers I had to help with the pain, even though I'm pretty sure none will really help a actual gunshot.
I backed my head off his fingers. "Michael I have some-" I began but was cut off by his fingers plunging back in.
"We're not finished." he said and swirled his fingers around on my tongue. I looked up at him through my long lashes and he smirked. "You like that?"
I nodded eagerly. He pulled out and grabbed my jaw and sat up and got close to my face. I could feel his breath ghost over my ear. "Answer me."
"Yes," I choked out. "I do."
He smiled again and let my jaw go. It was sore where his fingers had dug into my skin.
"You want more?" He asked. I began to nod, but said "Yes."
"Then I'll give you more." He reached for his belt buckles.
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I'm not like sick and twisted, sorry if that 'blood play' part was too much. I got it from a Kylo Ren fic I read and I loved it.
Speaking of KR, I wrote a kylo fic and I basically know what I want to happen so updates should be pretty smooth but it's hard to find inspiration to write, yknow?😏
Anyway thank you lovelies for reading, check out my best friends stories laurentheauthoress as well 💖
