“Din-Din”
\nby Sommer Marsden<\/p>\n
\u201cTake off your pants, Din-Din,\u201d she says.<\/p>\n
I laugh. \u201cHow did Daniel become Din-Din?\u201d<\/p>\n
She shrugs. \u201cIt\u2019s cute. And doesn\u2019t it mean dinner sometimes? Maybe it\u2019s because I like to eat you,\u201d Felicia purrs. She drops to her knees and works my belt since I have yet to do it.<\/p>\n
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I help her out, watching how she licks her lips in the semi-darkness. Her room is bathed in moonlight aided by a lovely pink, glowing salt lamp. Her long dark hair falls around her shoulders as she takes my cock in hand and works her small fist up and down my shaft. I almost tell her how good it feels but then her hot mouth encloses my cockhead and my brain shuts down and I can no longer form words.<\/p>\n
She pushes her plump lips all the way down to my pelvic bone, taking the whole of my erection into her mouth and throat. It steals my breath in the best possible way. I wind my fingers through her dark hair tugging just enough to cause her to make that noise\u2014the one that always made my stomach tumble with excitement.<\/p>\n
We\u2019ve only been dating a few weeks but sex with Felicia is a mind altering experience. If sex were a drug they\u2019d name it Felicia.<\/p>\n
I thrust into her mouth, savoring the feel of her tongue sliding up and down the back of my hard-on. I am stuck in the place where I want to keep the blow job going and I alternately want to bend her over and fuck her until she makes some other noises that drive me nuts.<\/p>\n
I\u2019m just about to pull free when she stops and looks up at me. \u201cI want the belt,\u201d she says. \u201cTonight. Please, Din-Din, I need it.\u201d<\/p>\n
Heat floods my face and a small tremor that can only be excitement courses through me. We\u2019ve been talking about this since we met. She wants me to whip her with my belt. It gets her off. At first I was hesitant, it seemed like hurting her. Then I warmed a bit but not enough to act. But now, looking at those big blue eyes in the meager light and seeing her naked on her knees I embrace it.<\/p>\n
\u201cFine, get the belt,\u201d I say, nodding.<\/p>\n
She doesn\u2019t get up, she crawls to my pants and I watch her round ass the entire way. She pulls the belt free of the loops and returns, still on her knees, breasts swaying. She hands it to me and turns her back to me, pressing her upper body against the foot of her bed. \u201cFuck me first. Just for a moment.\u201d<\/p>\n
I\u2019m not going to argue. I kneel behind her and grab her lovely, full hips. I drive into her easily. Felicia is the only woman I\u2019ve ever been with who gets super wet from having my cock in her mouth. I wind my hands in her hair like a lead and hold her still as I fuck her. She growls softly, slamming her body back to meet mine. Her cunt a hot wet heaven to plunge into.<\/p>\n
She surprises me by coming hard and fast, her body milking my cock, but I don\u2019t come. I want to hold out. I want to experience whipping her with my leather belt before I get my release. I need to see why she likes it and what it does to get worked up, to get her off.<\/p>\n
I stand on semi-shaky legs and wrap the buckle around my fist once so that all that dangles from my hand is a trim tail of leather. She sticks her ass out, splays her arms before her on the comforter.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t be too gentle on me, Din. I can take it. I crave it.\u201d<\/p>\n
I nod to myself because she can\u2019t see me. She has her head turned away and her dark hair cloaks the sides of her face anyway. When she waggles her ass at me, I find my nerve, even as my cock twitches, still hard as a rock and aching to be back inside her slick pussy.<\/p>\n
I bring the belt down once on her ass, tentatively. I\u2019m not sure what\u2019s hard and what\u2019s too hard. She hisses, and then a rougher sound escapes her, but her back arches up to kiss the leather instead of flinching away.<\/p>\n
\u201cHarder than that, Din,\u201d she manages, her voice hoarse.<\/p>\n
I bring the belt down again and see, even in the weird eldritch light, a red stripe appear on her bottom. My heart pounds in my ears and I swear I hear her inhale deeply.<\/p>\n
\u201cFelicia? Should I\u2014\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAgain,\u201d she says, her voice sandpaper and broken glass.<\/p>\n
Her back ripples briefly, from the pain I wonder, or just a very strange optical illusion from the October full moon. I bring the belt down again, watch it lick across her pristine white skin, hear the crack of it like a sharp report of thunder.<\/p>\n
The illusion manifests again but this time I realized it\u2019s not an illusion. Like snakes writhing beneath her skin. Her bones and muscles seem to buckle and sway. I take a step back, dropping the belt. What have I done to her?<\/p>\n
It\u2019s only when she turns her head, spotlighted by the glow of the full moon through her window, that I see the hair that had filled in along her cheeks, the fact that her nose is more of a muzzle now, the blue eyes that seemed three times bigger. \u201cI needed your help,\u201d she says, but the voice is no longer Felicia\u2019s.<\/p>\n
\u201cHelp?\u201d My heart is pounding, my feet itching to run. Some weird lizard brain instinct tells me running would be bad.<\/p>\n
She nods at the belt. \u201cThe pain. It helps me change. Otherwise I get stuck. I\u2019m only a half breed.\u201d The growl in her voice as the words come out of a throat that shouldn\u2019t be able to form them has the fine hairs all over my body standing on end. I\u2019m cold all the way down to my bones.<\/p>\n
She turns so fast I see running is no longer even an option. Her skin, her muscles, even bones it seems, heave and roll. She moves toward me and I catch the pure animal speed in it. The feral nature. She\u2019s fast and I felt the spread of urine down my thigh. I don\u2019t even have time for shock or shame because she reaches a finger toward me and it\u2019s tipped with a wicked sharp claw.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t try to run, Din,\u201d she says. \u201cIt\u2019ll go much faster this way. Easier for you.\u201d<\/p>\n
At the very last second, I try to run anyway but she\u2019s already sprung and as she hits me with the full weight of her almost morphed body I sob because the nickname Din-Din is making a whole lot more sense.<\/p>\n
–<\/p>\n
Sommer Marsden has been called \u201c\u2026one of the top storytellers in the erotica genre\u201d (Violet Blue), \u201cUnapologetic\u201d (Alison Tyler), \u201c\u2026the whirling dervish of erotica\u201d (Craig J. Sorensen),and “Erotica royalty…” (Lucy Felthouse). Her erotic novels include Muse, Chasing Shade, Restless Spirit, and Restricted Release.\u00a0<\/i><\/div>\n
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