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"Hmm..."
You tried not to squirm under the calculating gaze that swept up and down your nude body. What was normally colorful, expressive eyelights were little more than cold, white pinpricks that bored into you, and what was usually a friendly grin was only a flat line.
In hindsight, the silks that were tightened around your wrists seemed more like a trap preventing you from escaping a predator.
Bony fingertips traced over the hollow of your throat and you swallowed nervously.
"Humans like 'safe words', don't they?"
You nodded.
Ink clicked his teeth. "That's too complicated. Just use 'stop'. M'kay?"
***
He stared until you gave another feeble nod, then paced around the bed until he disappeared from view—your line of sight blocked by the headboard—and you heard the clinking of vials. This time you gave in to the urge to squirm and readjusted the placement of your hips while testing the strength of your bonds.
They held fast, and you heard Ink make a thoughtful noise.
"Should I tighten them?"
"N-no, thank you."
A heavy pause hung in the air and you stammered out a correction.
"No t-thank you, sir."
He hummed his approval. "Shall we get started?"
***
When he returned to your field of view, you saw that he was missing his trademark scarf and slacks, and that his sleeves were rolled up to his biceps (or lack thereof). You only got a brief chance to see that he was holding a couple of vials in one hand before he stashed them away in the bunched-up sheets at the foot of the bed and crawled onto the mattress with you.
There was a hint of a familiar cheeky smirk on his face, but the lifeless way his eyelights observed you made it fall just flat of reassuring.
***
"Close your eyes," he intoned and you obeyed despite the anxiousness that rolled in your gut. "Take a deep breath and hold it."
Trepidation clicked in your nerves as you wondered what he would do next, but you sucked in a breath as instructed and held it in your chest nonetheless.
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"Exhale."
The breath left you in a soft sigh, and with it, your body eased out of its tenseness ever so slightly.
"Inhale."
Again, you drew in a deep breath and held it in.
"Annnd exhale."
You breathed out and slumped back completely against the pillows.
***
"Good girl," Ink cooed and you felt the back of his hand pet down the side of your face. His bones were warm to the touch and soothing, and you couldn't help but tip your head towards it to prolong the contact while your eyes fluttered behind closed lids with the temptation to open up.
"Inhale."
You breathed in—only for it to escape you in a squeak when a cube of ice touched your cheek. He chuckled and pulled it away as water dripped down the curve of your face and onto the pillow below.
"S-sorry, sir," you murmured.
***
"It's alright," he soothed in a monotone, "Try again."
This time you pressed your lips shut after inhaling to keep the noise trapped within.
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"Breathe out," Ink commanded, but this time you felt the puff of his breath against your cheek and shuddered as you exhaled. "See? Not so bad."
You shakily nodded in agreement, though your hands still shifted to clutch the silks pinning them over your head. The cube of ice returned to trace along your jaw, down your jugular, and rested at the hollow of your throat.
"Keep breathing nice and slow for me."
***
The ice swirled in circles as it mapped out your collarbones and you continued to breathe in the pattern Ink had set for you. The anxiousness was still there and itched under the surface of your skin, but it was gradually becoming easier to forget as you instead focused on it traversing the valley of your breasts to press against the divots of your ribs, where he rubbed the last of it in.
Ink's teeth bonked against your forehead in a chaste kiss. "Very good. Do you trust me?"
You hesitated slightly, then nodded.
"Part your legs for me, then."
***
The bed bounced a bit as he moved around to nestle himself between your parted thighs when you finally obliged him. He did little more than rest a hand on your knee, and you felt him rummaging around for something.
"Where did I—aha!"
You were jostled a bit as he located whatever he was looking for, but he was soon settled in what you assumed was a kneeling position between your legs. The urge to open your eyes pressed at the back of your mind, especially when he placed a hand at your side to lean over you properly.
***
The damp tip of a paintbrush made a line down your nose and felt pleasantly cool—but not too cold—against your feverish skin. As far as you could tell, there wasn't any paint on it, so you made a questioning noise that resulted in him pressing the end to them to shush you.
"Relax."
You fell silent once more, and he passed the velvety bristles over the apples of your cheeks before moving to your chest. There it looped over the swell of your breasts, then slid over your nipples until they stiffened into peaks at the gentle attention.
***
When the brush slipped across your skin to deliver the same treatment to the opposite breast, Ink's tongue suddenly laved over your navel. Your breath hitched from the heat that shot straight down to your core, and his free hand squeezed your knee reassuringly.
"Still okay?"
"Mmhm."
He didn't question it in favor of flipping the paintbrush around to press it into the bud; denting it inwards before he let it pop back up. At the same time, you felt the ghost of a touch along your inner thighs as his hand crept closer to the juncture of your hips.
***
It was when you were focused on that hand when Ink's teeth nipped your ribs and you let out a small cry. The unexpected love bite made your skin burn hotter and you couldn't help but writhe underneath what was certainly an icy stare in hopes that he would touch you where you needed it most.
"So needy already? I've barely done anything." Your face twisted into a pout and he huffed in amusement. "I thought you liked a slow build, ma râleuse."
"Not this slow," you mumbled.
"You want it hard and fast?"
"Maybe just a little faster, sir?"
***
Ink hummed to reassure you that your request was heard, but the brush continued to paint mindless patterns along your chest.
"You don't think I'll hurt you?"
You shook your head, and the paintbrush suddenly smacked your nipple just hard enough that the sensitive skin tingled for a few seconds afterwards. "A-ahhh—!"
"I wanted to paint a pretty picture on my favorite canvas, but I guess we can hurry it up for my desperate cock whore."
Before you could reply, he leaned in to take your mouth in a heated kiss and rested his thumb on top of your clit.
***
His slow, exploratory touches quickly evolved into dull scratches and harsh nips that were soothed by the warmth of his tongue or the coolness of his paintbrush. Yet as he marked your body, his thumb caressed your clit in steady, methodical circles to dampen whatever pain he briefly inflicted.
The trepidation that came from being unable to predict where he would strike next heightened the payoff and before long, you were little more than a whimpering mess as you tried to rock your hips up into his hand.
Anything to break the tension that was winding tighter in your body.
***
Each time your nerves would reach the precipice of snapping, Ink would cease all movements and remind you to inhale—
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—and exhale. It would bring you back from the brink just enough to keep you from toppling over the edge, but not enough for you to escape the desperation that hammered in your chest. You felt like you were burning alive and the sheets around you were drenched in sweat while you pleaded in soft moans for him to give you something.
He took it all in stride, until he tutted, "Say 'please', ma râleuse."
"I-Ink, please!"
***
He took his hands away—something that made you whine—but all he did was scoot closer and hook his arms under your knees to raise your hips to rest on his femurs. Moments later, he tapped the flat of his cock against your slick folds and you heard him unscrewing a cap with his teeth before a thick liquid splashed onto you and he fingered it into your entrance.
You jolted at the sensation and your eyes started to peek open—only for him to place his palm over them. "Nuh-uh. No peeking."
"That better not have been paint."
***
"I would never!" he gasped, thoroughly scandalized. "... Do it a second time, that is. Don't worry. It was human-safe."
With your fears quelled, you allowed yourself to relax and when he felt that you had been properly lubed, he pressed the tip of his cock in oh-so-carefully. You groaned in relief and let yourself get washed up in the build of heat again as he began to shallowly thrust into you; gradually working himself in while he palmed your breasts.
Once he hilted himself, he was content to simply rock in place and grind his pubic bone against your mound.
***
You bucked your hips needily, reveling in the dull ache from how his girth stretched you, but still craving the blessed friction to nudge you closer to the orgasm he teased you with.
Ink pinched your nipples gingerly before he slid them down to hold your waist so he pull out partially—and snap his hips forward in a calculated thrust. His tip glanced past your g-spot and kissed your cervix, and you let out a delighted gasp with your back arched off the bed.
He repeated the motion, stoking the flames of arousal as he set a rough pace.
***
The obscene slaps of bone striking the flesh of your ass echoed in the room, accented by the wet squelching produced by the force of Ink's thrusts. He swallowed your panting moans in searing kisses, and he set your oversensitive nerves on fire as he rutted into you as though he were trying to leave a lasting mark.
The urge to open your eyes struck again, and this time, you let them creak open.
He stared back at you intensely, coldy, and the tension suddenly snapped, making your cunt clench down on him as you came with a broken mewl.
***
You felt hot and cold at the same time while your orgasm rushed through your body and released the tension you had let build up, letting your expression fall slack while you slumped bonelessly against the pillows. He pushed your knees to your chest and continued to fuck into you, this time furiously rubbing at your clit with his thumb as he quickly forced you to cum on his dick a second time.
It stole your breath away, and all you could do was tug against your restraints and gurgle out wordless pleas as the world crumbled apart around you.
***
When he had finally wrung the last of your incoherent pleas from you, he gradually slowed to a stop and patted your cheek to make sure you were still with him.
"Still alive?"
You snorted. "Yeah."
"See? I told you I wouldn't hurt you, even without my emotions," he teased, managing to make his monotone voice sound playful. To accentuate his words, he pumped his still-hard cock into you. "You good to keep going?"
This time when you looked at him, you could see the echo of his warm smile reaching his eyes.
This time, you didn't hesitate. "Y-yes, sir!"