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Other Colors -- Ch. 18
Date: 9/12/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: mascodagama, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories
exhausted. Between a bustling morning at Madame's shop, Peter confessing his ‘feelings’ for me on stage, and then discovering that Dmitri was once in a first-name basis with his own personal his incubus, I should have passed out the moment head met the pillow. But sleep, I soon realized, was out of the question. The memory of him, of his voice, alloyed with that of all the devilish words I'd devoured, and together they wound around me like a silver wire—a solenoid—amplifying all the white-hot electrical currents of my nerves. Stay. Beg. Paint. Read. Good girl... ‘He wrapped the belt around my life. I heard the buckle snap.’ I rolled over, curling my toes, and breathed a sharp sigh into the sheets. ‘Algolagnia. She craves pain upon arousal.’ I shuddered. Just lying there, untouched, I could feel all five of my senses deepening, and little by little, they turned against me. I felt the static in the air, prickling between the linens and my skin. I could hear each snowflake landing on the stone sill outside my window, ringing loudly as a hailstorm. And in graded shades of ultraviolet, I watched the shadows shifting, lava-like, all across the canopy above my bed. ‘The loveliest creature I'd ever laid eyes upon,’ I blinked, ‘and want nothing more than to ruin her. ’ I brushed my knees together roughly. If my bones had been made of flint, they might've sparked, and set the bed aflame. ‘Punish, sir, lock her in prison. Low at the knee that bore her once unto wordless rest.’ I shut ...