Tags: FxF, D&S, Submissive perspective, Primal, Biting
Thanks to WokeUpOneDay for editing.
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I'm in our bed, resting closely against her. This is just the place I love to be. The oxytocin and serotonin are coursing through our veins. I'm satisfied, pleased, and safe.
I roll over onto my stomach observing this goddess of perfection before me. She is resting on her back with one hand on her thigh. Her other arm is around me, holding me close. Her perfect tits rise and fall with her relaxed breathing.
How lucky I am to serve her.
The sensation of me moving away made her slightly open her eyes. I still feel her piercing gaze on me, seeing into my soul. I feel like a mouse being observed by a large cat. She does not say anything, just watches me from the corner of her eye. She lets out a deep sigh and then closes her eyes again.
"Danger averted," the little mouse thinks. But I am no mouse. I am a fox, and foxes are curious and playful by nature.
I move a bit closer. I trail my fingers softly against the skin of her stomach, observing her reaction. She does not open her eyes, but another deep sigh makes her whole body move and then relax again.
I begin to kiss her, moving to her chest just below her collarbone. They're little, small pecks. A small groaning sound is coming from deep within her chest. Her hand leaves her thigh and trails up my back to my shoulder blade. I stop and lean over to kiss her. Her eyes are still closed, but she felt my presence. Her soft lips meet mine, at first lightly but then I feel her going deeper into the kiss.
Her hand grabs the nape of my neck slightly; not to hold me down but to guide me. I raise my head again, leaving our kiss. Her hand falls back to my shoulder. A slight smile is left on her lips. I smile, too, and start kissing her shoulder. I slowly trail my kisses down her biceps of the arm that was holding me before. I watch her expressions from the corner of my eye. I keep going past the ditch of her arm. Then I stop for a brief second.
I fix my eyes on her as I bite down on her arm. The fox is in a playful mood tonight. I can feel her nerves and muscles reacting, twitching against my mouth in response to the pain. I keep my grip on her skin and flesh. Her eyes are open now and watching me. She still has not moved or made any attempt to get me off of her. But her green, piercing eyes are watching me like a hawk.
"Are you sure you want to play this game, pup?" she asks, her voice calm but sincere. Her eyes are fixed onto mine.
My eyes narrow as I flex my jaws and bite down in response. The beast inside is awake and wants to play.
Her reaction is instant. In a split second she turns on her side and crooks her arm, trapping my head against her chest. Her other arm catches me by my waist, pressing me against her body as the force of movement swings me onto my side. I keep my bite on her arm as my back is pressed against her chest. I feel her tits pressing against my back.
Her legs intertwine with mine, taking control over my legs and splaying me open. I hear a low growl behind me as her teeth sink into my trapezius muscle. The pain radiates from the bite and makes my eyes water for a moment. But I keep my grip on her arm. A small growl comes out of me. My hands grab onto her arm, trying to release the pressure she keeps on me so I can get loose.
She releases her bite. I nervously await her next move. Her growl is louder and rumbling more now, and the bite is much harder. A squeal escapes my throat as the pain explodes from my shoulder to my neck and tears through my body. I almost lose my bite, but I quickly sink my teeth in again. She starts moving her head from side-to-side, ripping into my shoulder. I whimper and start panting from the pain and from the primal lust building. Then I lose my grip.
"No!" I think and quickly try to bite back. But she is quicker. Her arm tightens around my throat, holding me in a headlock against her. I try to get a position to get a new bite, but it is useless: I can't reach. I start to fight against her, but she is already controlling my upper body and holding my legs apart with her own. Her bite hardens as I struggle, and I stop. I can only dig in my nails into her arm as a sign of rebellion, of which she takes little notice if any.
I growl quietly as she releases her bite and starts kissing the marks tenderly. Her warm tongue plays over the wounds. It hurts but feels so good at the same time. When I calm down a bit she rests her cheek against mine. She repositions my body with hers but still holds a tight grip on me. Her hand releases my waist to trail over my belly and down towards my clit and pussy. I am still sensitive and swollen from my last orgasm, so I start to buck again.
She lets out a sigh. "We'll have no more of that, pup," she says calmly.
She is stronger than me and has the upper hand. Just pushing her arm against me reminds me of my place. When I stop, she trails her hand upwards between my breasts and up toward our faces. She puts two of her fingers in her mouth and starts to lick and suck them slowly. I know what is to come...
"What is wrong, sweetie?" she says and keeps wetting her fingers. "Are you nervous? You are practically shaking against me."
We both know she probably does not need to wet her fingers. She is just messing with my head. She is toying with her prey, and I both love and hate it.
I don't respond in words. I just whimper. My whole body knows what is coming. It anticipates her. She smiles and kisses me on the cheek as she moves her hand down... down... My body tenses up again. I pay attention to every movement, every part of her touching my skin. I feel her fingers against me and my hips move on their own toward her.
I am no longer in control of my body. She is my owner; this is her body to do as she pleases with, and it just keeps begging for more. Her fingers brush against my clit, toying with me. They separate my pussy lips and move down. A little moan escapes me, and I try to move to get more pleasure.
"Shhh baby, hold still," she says, her voice softer now.
She tightens her grip momentarily to remind me of where I am. I stop moving and lie still. I have lost the fight. I am hers for the taking; prey in the claws of the beast.