"Getting railed by my homicidal patient? Apparently my logic gets a bit fuzzy when I'm horny." I arched up against him, letting him feel exactly how hard I was. "The point stands. Less careful, more rearranging."
"Jesus Christ," he breathed, something between a laugh and a groan. "You're completely unhinged."
"Only with you," I admitted. The confession felt more intimate than anything we'd done so far.
When he bit down on my shoulder, it was hard enough to bruise but not hard enough to break skin. Knowing he could tear my throat out but was choosing to leave love bites instead made me groan.
I tilted my head to give him better access. "That's it. Use me as a chew toy."
He pulled back, eyes sparkling with amusement. "Chew toy?"
"Come on, we both know your oral fixation is extensive."
"My oral fixation?" He bit down on my other shoulder, harder this time. "You're the one who spent twenty minutes edging me with your mouth literally minutes ago."
"And I'd do it again," I said cheerfully. "Your cock is basically a fidget toy with those piercings. Very entertaining."
"Fidget toy," he repeated, sounding strangled. "You did not just compare my dick to a fidget toy."
"Would you prefer 'stress relief device'? 'Therapeutic aid'?" I gasped as he bit my neck. "Because I do feel very relieved after—"
He shut me up by kissing me hard, and when he pulled back, we were both breathless.
"You know what?" he said. "No one else would make jokes while I'm marking them up. No one else would call my dick a fidget toy and mean it as a compliment."
"See? I'm special," I said, then more seriously: "I gave you permission to do whatever you want. So what do you want, Luka? And before you answer, I should mention that next time I'm definitely wearing a collar that says 'Property of Luka' just to really lean into this whole thing. Maybe a little bell. Really commit to the pet aesthetic."
"A bell," he said flatly.
"So you can always find your favorite chew toy," I explained reasonably.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget how to make jokes," he threatened.
"Challenge accepted," I said cheerfully.
He sat back on his heels, drinking in the sight of me spread out before him. Then he was moving, yanking my pajama bottoms off with enough force to make me gasp, but his hands were gentle when they returned to my skin.
He descended on me hungrily. His teeth and tongue marked every inch of me. My neck. My chest. My inner thighs. Each mark landed perfectly, hard enough to last but never crossing into actual harm. The control he showed while lost in passion amazed me. His teethgrazed nerves I didn't even know I had, tongue soothing the sting before moving to a new spot. He mapped my body, memorizing every reaction, every gasp, every shiver.
"Mine," he growled against my hip, biting down hard enough to make me cry out. His teeth left perfect indentations in my flesh, not quite breaking skin but promising they could. "All fucking mine."
"Yes," I gasped, arching into the delicious pain. "Yours. Whatever you want."
His eyes locked with mine. The look conveyed not just desire but possession, protection, a silent vow that anything threatening what was his would meet a swift and violent end. The same lethal focus he'd shown earlier with the knife was now channeled into claiming me thoroughly.
When he finally reached for the lube, his steady hands betrayed him, trembling against the nightstand drawer. "I want to be inside you. Want to fuck you so deep you forget anyone ever touched you before me."
"There hasn't been anyone else in a while," I admitted. "But yes. Please."
He prepared me carefully, almost tenderly, even as his breathing grew ragged with need. Three fingers worked me open while he watched my face intently. "You're so fucking beautiful like this. Can't wait to feel you around my cock."
"Then stop waiting," I challenged.
He pulled his fingers out and slicked himself up, then paused, looking down at me. "You're sure? The piercings..."
"I'm sure," I said. "I want to feel them. Want to feel everything."
He positioned himself at my entrance, then stopped again. "Vince, I... I've never..."
