By now Heather knew that the sudden clenching of her pussy
and the way her fingers intertwined with his gave her away. But he wouldn't know whether it was the idea
of him cumming in her pussy or the offer to slide his wet cock up her ass that
excited her. He'd have to guess while
she enjoyed the way his pulsing member was caressing her inner walls and
teasing the places he'd bruised earlier getting her off. She grinned and knew her eyes were ringed
with balefire as she said, "I'd like to see you try." Then she pinned Erik to the bed and began
beating her pelvis against his to make it clear how much control she had while
her pussy swallowed his cock and drooled on to his balls.
He let her set the rhythm, her grinding and bruising thrusts
rocking Erik's entire body and causing the hotel bed to shudder underneath
them. His lioness was right, of
course. If this was just a matter of
leverage and weight then she had him flat on his back with no choice but to
accept her dominance astride his cock.
But there were no rules like that, no limitations that held him
back. Erik's hands wrapped around Heather's
thighs, his thumbs pressing into the top while his fingertips sunk into the
muscle and began separating meat from bone.
He anticipated her response as he held her in place over his
pelvis. She tipped forward, expecting
the pain Erik was trying to inflict, and she drove the heels of her hands into
his chest. He winced - and Heather
remembered the bleeding bite wound. In
the dim light her fingers sought it out, intending to claw, scratch, and tear
at Erik's flesh until he knew her power.
Vulnerable during the moment of mental transition from one
goal to another, Heather lifted up just enough for Erik to seize his
opportunity. His hands slipped inward,
his thumbs curling until they dug into Heather's wet labia, and then he pushed
down with his legs while sitting up.
There was a moment when Heather knew she could flatten her body against
him and retain control, but Erik stole it from her as his teeth latched on to
her collarbone and he pulled her sideways with him.
They fought, thrashing at one another while the duvet and
pillows were brushed off the bed.
Heather made sure to reward Erik's opportunistic bite with twice that,
but he was not concerned with her tearing his skin again. Erik lashed out in controlled bursts, letting
Heather grapple but not letting her latch on to him for long. And when she saw his savage smile caught in
the soft glow from the window, Heather locked up knowing it was already too
Erik could smell her all over him, filling the room with her
scent, and it made his blood burn and his heart race. She cut and scraped and clawed at him,
powerful in her own right, and he felt her occasional gloating words try to
crack his resolve. He had to have her,
and she knew it was just a matter of time, but together they had to battle to
this conclusion. Feeling the ache in his
forearm where her crushing bite had ripped muscle and bruised bone, Erik drove
his palm between Heather's breasts and delivered a precise strike to her solar
plexus. He felt the way her legs went
rigid before his hand delivered a stunning blow, and then her body lurched
involuntarily as Heather felt her life breath leap from her lungs. She had to gasp to draw it back in.
There was a lingering doubt deep in Erik's mind as he
disengaged and dragged Heather to middle of the bed. She was coughing and sputtering, cursing him,
but it was her pride which hurt more than anything else. She'd know next time not to let him keep a
distance between them. He smiled knowing
that. He also knew that next time, or
maybe in just a few minutes, Heather would nail him with the same cheap shot if
he didn't distract her.
But he had a distraction already planned. Erik tossed the pillows and duvet on the bed,
and Heather kicked them off of her. They
were both radiating heat and the cold air in the small hotel room felt
good. He turned on a few small LED
reading lights, providing just enough glow to guide him to the iodine, cotton
swabs, and a tea saucer piled with sterile needles. "So you like it in the ass," he
murmured to draw Heather's focus to him.
"But I understand you love the prick of a needle sliding into your
skin, dragging through your flesh, and tugging swelling and then erupting out
of your skin again." He chuckled at
Heather's instant silence. "So if I
give you this," he gestured with his hands full, "will you roll over
and pull your ass open for me to enjoy?"
Forcing herself to be calm, regaining her composure after
being partially stunned, Heather glanced over the heap of plastic on the saucer
and then up at Erik. She could see him
now, her eyes had been adjusted to the dark room and now the harsh white glow
of the LEDs was more than enough to light Erik properly. There were welts on the left side of his
throat that flowed down into his chest hair from her claws. There were dark blotches on his arm, chest,
and ribs from her bites. Heather ran her
tongue over her lips and realized she could still taste the iron from his blood
mingling with the cask flavoured wine.
She licked her lips again. Erik
tasted good in her mouth. Only the ache
from her chest and the painful shallow breaths she was forced to take reminded
Heather she had been been in a struggle.
She smiled and rearranged the pillows so she could sit upright. "I won."
"Of course you did," Erik shrugged. "Would I want a lioness who couldn't
win?" He elegantly turned around
her proposition while making it clear he was attracted to her violence as well
as her mind. His display of caution
approaching the bed was intentional though, and they both knew he was
anticipating her revenge for letting him get in a cheap shot.
With a laugh Heather spread her feet and began fingering her
wet lips and then stroking her clit. She
knew how to get into Erik's head - she didn't need to kick or punch him to stop
him in his tracks. "So... my
ass..." she said slowly as he drew closer.
Rolling her neck from side to side, Heather tried to take a deep breath
and then exhaled when it hurt too much.
"I guess that depends on how good you are with those."
"Oh," he murmured.
"But they come with a special treat. You'll see." He set the saucer and iodine on to the
bedside table and then pulled two swabs from the mass of cotton in his
hand. "First though, we need to
make sure you aren't dirty."
Heather kept playing with her pussy, enjoying how it
distracted Erik, and not minding the way her biceps pushed her breasts together
and put them on display. Her fingers
dragged over her plush labia, and she toyed with stroking her clitoris hood
from side to side. At the same time
Heather watched Erik's preparations. He
poured some iodine onto one cotton swab and then wiped down her forearms. Her skin stained and darkened as the solution
soaked in. Erik was very deliberate and
drew distinct rectangles on her arms, and Heather was amused that he took such
precautions. The fact that all of this
was well planned in advance didn't surprise her one bit. But in the heat of the moment, Erik's
clinical detachment was fun to toy with.
When his second cotton swab was placed on her tit, Heather looked up
long enough to make it clear she was allowing Erik to touch her. Then she leaned back into the pillows and let
her arms fall to the sides of her torso - giving Erik full access to the round
curves of her breasts and the swell of her nipples.
He took it in stride, but Erik wondered what price he would
pay for Heather's willingness. It was no
surprise that Heather continued to encourage him, spreading her legs further
apart to let Erik wipe her outer labia and then her thighs down. She was teasing him by being so willing and
eager - and it was becoming clear this was now a battle of minds. He grinned anyway. It was a rare to find a woman who enjoyed
needles so much that she was comfortable with him temporarily piercing her
nipples and lips. To find that in a
proud lioness made Erik's cock quiver in response. His injuries were forgotten, and if doing
exactly what Heather wanted meant she won again, then he was perfectly fine
with that. After all he was getting far
more than he could have hoped from his last night in London.
He double checked his work, looking for any spots he missed,
and was glad that the iodine showed well on Heather's pale white skin. There was no need to say anything, the sting
of the needle and the scratching sensation under her skin would communicate
much louder and far more clearly than words.
Now and again Heather's eyes lit up with mirth while staring at Erik's
chest while he worked - blood was slowly matting the dark curly hair, and
Heather licked her lips every time she noticed it. He disposed of the used iodine soaked swabs,
and then spread out six individually packed needles along Heather's
abdomen. She sat there and watched him
with eager eyes. Erik was reminded of
how his father always made him get the belt for his punishments. Now the needles were there, resting on her
skin, and he could see the look of anticipation in Heather's face. The moment hung between them and her eyes
darted from looking down between her breasts and then back to Erik's grin.
If he had expected her to initiate things with a gesture
then Erik made no sign of it. He undid
the first needle, pushing it through the plastic wrap, and then sliding the
hard plastic shield off the business end.
With two fingers pushing down and stretching the skin, he punctured
Heather's forearm and then intentionally took his time driving the needle
through the top layer of her skin before watching the inevitable crowning and
exit half an inch away. There was a
single drip of blood, and Erik smiled at the subtlety of the fine needle and
its impact. He was certain that he saw
Heather's abdomen clench and her pussy lips wetten in response to the
sensations. But her arm was still limp
and only the slightest twitch of her fingers indicated she had felt something.
"Another?" he asked to give Heather a chance to
breathe. She lifted her arm up and
looked at the coloured plastic end of the needle, then back at him. A slow nod and then a dreamy smile were the
only response she gave. Erik realized
Heather was slipping into her own headspace.
He didn't need to ask to continue.
The second needle was a bitch - no surprise after the first
had been so well behaved. It went too
deep and Heather shivered as it plunged below the epidermis and into a bit of
tissue before emerging again. She
reacted to the third and forth like she was being stung by a wasp, and Erik had
to be extra cautious that he didn't stab himself or lose his grip. The heightened level of sensation showed as
tension built up in her body - her forearm flexing and her fingers curling as
the needles drilled through her flesh.
The fifth was beautiful - Heather actually arched her back and came off
the bed and pillows as the hollow steel slid through the thin skin halfway
between her elbow and wrist. He stopped
there, letting Heather catch her breath, and then retrieved the sixth needle
from her lap.