… solipsubmissive …

She knelt between his legs on the bed and glanced up at him, her expression coy.  Deliberately, she leaned forward and braced her arms on each side of his torso.  He watched her, his eyes glinting from beneath half-closed lids, looking, for all the world, like a lazy, predatory cat.  

elise shivered deliciously.  Her eyes dropped to his chest a bare second before they found his again.  She licked her lips.  ”Barbells,” she murmured, her look hungry.

“Mm.”  It wasn’t really a response, just a sound he made which gave no indication of his thoughts or mood.  She groaned.  Her teeth ached, actually ached, with the urge to sink into his flesh.  She moved fractionally higher, closer to his hardening nipples.   She opened her mouth slightly, her tongue darting out to wet her lower lip.

“What do you want, elise?”

“To taste you.”

“Is that all?  Just a little taste?”

elise nodded, then dipped her head to nuzzle her nose into the hollow place just beneath and between his pectoral muscles.  She breathed in his scent and moaned, low in her throat.  ”No,” she whispered.  ”More.  i want more.”

He caught her face in his hands, cradled her cheeks in his palms.  ”Careful,” he warned.  ”Lex talionis.”

Her heart gave an odd little flip.  ”Retribution, love?  A taste for a taste?”

He laughed softly.  ”Merely an appropriate … penalty.  Given our relationship, are you sure you want to take that risk?”  He turned her head, brought her lips to one of his hard nipples.  ”Take your taste, pet.  If you dare.”

elise opened her mouth, bathed the nubbin in the humid warmth of her escaping breath, but didn’t touch it.  She found his eyes with hers again, and then … very deliberately … reached out with her tongue and flicked it across his nipple.

He caught his breath, tightened his fingers into her scalp.  

Without taking her eyes from his, elise caught the hematite bead on the end of the barbell in her teeth, gave it a little tug.  ”More,” she repeated, without letting go.

He shifted a hand around to the back of her head, gathered her dark hair in his fist and pulled, lifting her head up and away from his chest.  At the last second, elise resisted.  She opened her mouth, tore her eyes from his and sank her teeth into the flesh surrounding his pierced nipple.

Pain streaked from the nerve endings around that nipple, snaked into his brain, and coiled around the wrist of the hand fisted in her hair.  With an audible hiss, he twisted that hand, wrenched her mouth free and flipped her onto her back.  Automatically, she began fighting him, tried to scramble to a sitting position, but he was far too strong and far too fast for her.  With a growl, he pounced, trapping her beneath him.

For a moment, they froze, both panting, staring into the other’s eyes, each waiting for the other to move first.  He saw the instant the realization that her hands were free dawned in her eyes.  ”I wouldn’t,” he warned, but instead of heeding him, elise moved them, tried to reach around to sink her nails into his back.

He caught her wrists before they’d even come close, brought them together over her head and roughly secured both of them in one of his hands.  ”Tsk, cunt,” he said.  The word was crisp, sharp, brittle.  He cupped her chin in his other hand, squeezed her cheeks between his thumb and forefinger until her lips pursed up.  He dipped his head and ran his tongue between them.  ”Lex talionis, petal,” he growled, and then bared his teeth.