Caffeine

He takes my hand silently and I barely pull him up as he stands. “Some people.. I’m so sorry you had to go through that. Usually people are a lot nicer around here.. oh my gosh you’re bleeding!”

I pull my wallet out and slip out an emergency bandaid. “I have a bandaid.. could I help put it on or would you like to do it yourself?”

The performer nods silently, the bells of his hat jingling.

I look behind my shoulder. Shit, my bus.

I quickly get the bandaid on him and swallow down any guilt I’m about to have for leaving him.

“I’m so sorry, but I really gotta catch my bus..”

He nods again, bells jingling again.

So silent..

“Well, bye..!” I wave awkwardly and jog off to my bus.

Mondays.

--

Leaving the next morning filled me with some sort of… anticipation?

Maybe I’ll see that performer again? Hopefully not in the same condition as yesterday morning.

To my surprise, he was there! Standing in the park and handing out flyers for the circus.

I smile and wave as I approach and walk by. He approaches me and I see the bandaid I gave him still on his cheek.

“Hi! Good morning!”

He raises a hand and waves with a smile full of glee as his hat jingles, getting directly in my way to the bus.

“I didn’t know you’d be here again.. Sorry, I need to catch the bus again. Maybe I… we can talk tomorrow?”

He clasps his hands together and nods a lot with a big smile, jingles all around.

“Okay then..” why won’t he talk? “What’s your name?”

He does a hand motion for me to come closer. I do. He leans close to my ear and whispers.

“I am the Pierrot, my lady, the silent performer.”

“Ohhh, I’m sorry, I didn’t know you weren’t supposed to talk!” I pull away and reach out my hand for a handshake, but he moves with me.

I suddenly think less about introducing myself and more about getting away. “U-um.. I need to catch my bus now.” I slip off to the side and wave, my heart thumping. “Bye bye Pierrot!”

He stands straighter and waves with a small smile as I rush away.

That was close.

--

Wednesday.

I leave earlier today. About 10 minutes to talk to my new friend. And he was right where he was yesterday, handing out flyers to people that clearly didn’t want it.

As I approach, he smiles big and waves. I wave back with a smile of my own and stop in front of him, “Good morning Pierrot!”

He smiles bigger and tilts his head to the side with a jingle.

Right. Can’t talk.

“So.. you can’t talk or anything, right?”

He nods with another jingle.

I pull out my phone and go to the notes app and show it to him. “Can you type what you want to say here, then?”

He cautiously brings his hands to my phone and it’s only then do I realize how big they are with pointy nails beneath his gloves. Maybe it’s part of the act? To be a scary clown?

I hand it to him and he taps away, before showing me the screen.

*This is perfect, my lady. Thank you for your consideration and for the bandaid. I forgot to give you something yesterday.*

As I look up from the phone, I see he’s holding a painted origami rose.

“Oh, you didn’t have to do anything for me. That’s so sweet.”

He nudged it into my hands and I take it, twirling the stem between my fingers. I look up at him, breaking my neck just to meet his eyes. “Thank you Pierrot.”

He smiles bigger and types into the phone.

*I would love it if you came to visit me at the circus*

I read it as he types. “Oh, I was going to with some friends at some point!”

A flash of something crosses his face before he smiles again and holds up a hand, showing me his palm. I tilt my head, “What?”

He moves his fingers and hand in a swift, magician-like motion and a red ticket appears.

“Woah!! That was so cool!”

He hands me the ticket and goes back to typing on the phone.

*Use this. No one else’s.*

I read and then immediately try to give it back to him. “Oh no, it’s okay! I want to support you guys . I’ll buy my own! Don’t wor-“

He cuts me off as he leans closer and whispers, “Please, my lady, please use my ticket.”

My breath stops and I just nod and snap out of yet, “y-yeah sure.. why? Is it special?”

He backs up again and nods with a jingle.

“I see.. well I’ll try to see if I can get any of my friends to tag along. I know we were talking about going on Friday.”

He taps on my phone.

*Come any day. If you are by yourself, I can accompany you and show you the grounds.*

I nod. “I’ll see.. I can always ditch my group and hang out with you! Super VIP access!” I giggle and he starts to swoon, a faint blush on his cheeks… mask? I don’t know.

I glance back down at my phone and notice how time flew by. My bus is gonna leave in a minute.

And he’s holding my phone.

“Oh my bus is about to leave! I’ll um.. I’ll see you tomorrow morning? We can talk some more!” As I grab my phone from his hands, he reaches out but stops himself it seems.

He nods once with a jingle and I wave as I jog off.

As I get on my bus, I look out the window and can’t see him anywhere. Weird. I search up the circus on my phone and try to learn more about them. I find Pierrot’s section and read it thoroughly, suddenly excited to go and excited to see him again tomorrow morning.

--

Today is Thursday, which means tomorrow is Friday which means circus and weekend!

I woke up earlier than usual to spend more time talking to Pierrot. I was excited to see him.

We did our normal wave exchange and I pulled out my phone for him, this time standing more side-by-side so I could see as he typed.

*You didn’t come last night. Will you come tonight?*

“To the circus? I think I’ll go tomorrow after work. I think some friends are going but even if they don’t, I’ll be there!” I smile and he smiles back.

He taps away but I continue talking, “I’m so excited! I wanted to go with my boyfriend, but he’s out of town right now. So I was really hoping someone else would come with.”

I suddenly hear aggressive taps and look over to see him delete what he was typing and instead write,

*Boyfriend?*

“Yeah, I have a boyfriend.”

*He’s not here. I can show you around the circus.*

I feel a bit uneasy but try to shake it off.

“Yeah, that would be so much fun!”

He twiddles his thumbs, looking for words to write, so I continue.

“So.. what do you do? Like what is your performance?”

He taps happily.

*I throw knives, acrobatics, sleight of hand tricks, and others*

“There are others too, right? What do they do?”

*Boring stories and puppet shows. My show is the best.*

“That’s so fun! I can’t wait to see you perform!”

We go back and forth talking about what they do at the circus and I got the feeling he’s not friendly with all his coworkers.

I check the time. Shit.

He’s tapping away but I pipe up. “Time flew again, I gotta go.. but I’ll see you again tomorrow?”

He stops typing but continues.

*I can’t wait to show you, my lady. I enjoy talking with you. Please stay.*

I feel my heart strings tug and I internally battle myself. It’s not every day I make a clown friend.

“I have a lot of work to do today.. I really should go-“

His hand wraps around my wrist and he pulls me close, so he could whisper right into my ear. “Please, my lady. I would do anything to.. to keep.. talking with you.”

I sigh and try to ignore how my heart sped up but I wasn’t fearful of him. I didn’t know how I felt.

“Fine fine.. just until the next bus in 15 minutes.”

He pulls away and smiles while pressing his hands together happily.

“You’ll be all mine.”

“What did you say?”

He tilts his head in confusion and takes the phone from my hand,

*Nothing. Just happy*

I smile at that. He was like a cute puppy. How could anyone be scared or yell at him? Sure, he’s crazy tall, but that’s probably also part of the ‘scary clown’ bit they have going on.

We talk for a while about random things, nothing he needed me here for, but it was nice. He let me go for the next bus with a wave and a promise that we’ll see each other again the next morning at the same time.

--

Pierrot’s POV

Where is she?

Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she? Where is she?

The flyers are half crushed in my grip as I pace the little path she always walks to see me every day. She always comes to see me. I can’t imagine a time before she came to speak with me every morning.

But she isn’t here. I watched her bus take off over and over but she never entered it.

She never walked by.

Is she avoiding me? Did I do something wrong? Perhaps I came on too strong? Or does she know I visited her apartment last night? Or the night before…?

No! No way. I’m careful. I’m so very careful and will carefully secure her heart. She’s so in love with me, she just doesn’t know it yet. Her body heat is so thrillingly calming when she’s close. I need her. But I must be patient.

Patient.

I’ve been patiently waiting here. It’s been over half an hour since she was supposed to see me again. What if something happened to her? My lady might be in trouble! And if I help her, she’ll realize how much better I can be than any other man in her life.

She doesn’t need- she won’t need anyone but me.

Before I realize it, I’m already walking to her apartment and quickly scale the building to her living room’s window. No one was around, even at this time of day, so it was quite easy to do.

I quietly enter and put down my flyers on her kitchen counter while silently making my way to her room. Opening the door, my shoulders relax and I almost sigh out in relief as I see her in bed, still asleep.

Fast asleep. Her phone is half dangling in her hand.

I make my way over to the side of her bed and gently remove her phone and place it on her nightstand.

“Oh, how beautiful you are..” I can’t help but whisper, a hand hovering over her face, the back of my fingers threatening to brush her hair.

I freeze as she pulls a big stuffed bear closer to her to hug. My eye twitches, but it’s fine. I’m fine. She can hug a stuffed bear. But I wish it was me. I could replace it with me. I’m obviously the better cuddle buddy. I can show her!

“Mine.. all mine..” I whisper as I finally brush the hair out of her face, tuning into her breathing and heart rate, making sure she stays asleep.

I let my fingers slowly wander, tracing them down the side of her face and to her neck. She squirmed then. Her neck must be sensitive. I stop my movements, she’s still asleep. I continued tracing my fingers along her collarbone and felt the incessant urge to wrap my hand around her throat. To feel her warm pulse against my palm.

I settled on tracing my fingers over her pulse point at the side of her neck. She arched her neck to the other side like an enticing invitation, hugging her bear tighter.

“Don’t do that, my lady. I might not be able to hold myself back.” I lean closer to her neck, so close I could bite down on it. So I could mark her as mine. But I restrain myself and inhale her scent. Her sweet scent.

My eyes went half lidded, she smelled so intoxicating. I need her. I need her so bad. I need her as much as she will learn to need me.

I trace my lips along her neck softly and she arches her neck even more, making me hold in a moan. I couldn’t do this. I need to be closer.

I swiftly make my way on top of her, caging her underneath me as I continue to inhale the sweetness of her neck. I reach for her hands and free her stuffed bear from her hold, tossing it to the side while pinning her wrists gently to the sides of her head.

I didn’t realize when I started breathing hard- ragged almost. I was so excited but I froze when her breathing pattern changed. She was waking. I loosened my grip on her wrists, I didn’t even know when I started squeezing them so tight. I watched her carefully. She started waking.

But I couldn’t bring myself to move.

--

Your POV

I stirred awake and opened my eyes slowly, pierrot hovering over me coming into view.

“What..?” I say kind of hoarsely since I just woke up. Was I dreaming?

I tried to rub my eyes but realized I couldn’t move my hands started to panic as I realized Pierrot was really here, hovering over me and holding my wrists down.

“Pierrot?! Pierrot please.. p-please don’t hurt me..” I start pulling at my wrists and squirming a lot under him, trying to kick him off.

“No.. no, I would never hurt you, my lady.”

His voice sounded strained, and his hands loosened a bit but not enough to let my wrists go.

“Get off of me!” I almost scream as I panic with sheer anger. I squirm and try to pull my arms away.

“Be still, my lady. You’re going to hurt yourself.” He almost sounded worried.

“P-please Pierrot! I- I’m scared..!” My voice cracked into a vulnerable tone, hoping he’d let me go even though I’m thrashing around as much as I can underneath him.

His response is to lay on me, pressing some of his weight onto me and breathing against my neck.

“Stop struggling.. you’re wasting your energy. Please listen to me, my lady.”

I tremble under him and feel tears well up. I breathed hard and fast and tried to focus on asking him sensible questions rather than focus on the heat growing in my belly.

“W-what do you want? Please don’t hurt me.. Why are you here?!”

“I won’t hurt you. I just.. needed to see you.” He mumbled the last part, his lips brushing against the side of my neck.

I flinch and gasp at the feeling, trying to hold in a whimper but feeling myself grow needier. “I was.. going to see you later.. a-at your performance!”

“Too long..” his lips pressed against my neck again and I cut my own whine off as I try to scrunch my neck to get him away. I’m so sensitive right now. My body is responding and I hate it.

“Mm.. don’t do that, my lady. You smell exquisite.” He wriggles a knee between my legs and I try to squirm against him and fail.

His own leg between mine was so close. Why was I feeling this? I have a boyfriend. I shouldn’t. I can’t. I won’t. I need to convince him to leave me alone.

“Pierrot.. c-can we just ta-ah~!” I cut off into a small whimper as he presses kisses against my neck.

He whispers, “You.. you like this?”

“N-no.. no please just get off. W-we can forget this ever happened!”

He presses his leg against my sensitive core and I gasp and breathe harder.

“Don’t lie, my lady. Your body gives you away. It’s thrumming with your desire. I did not know you felt this way for me! I’m so happy right now, I’m so happy you feel like this!”

I breathe hard. “N-no.. no I don’t. I have-“

I gasp as his knee rubs up against my achey core as he presses small kisses on the side of my neck. I melt into a puddle of whines and whimpers, trying and failing to move away.

“See?” He rasps against my neck, “You stopped struggling too. I can give you everything if you let me.”

“P-please stop… I’m scared..”

“Of me?”

“Yes..”

“You don’t need to be scared of me, my lady. I only-“

“I am scared of you! You broke into my apartment and now you’re taking advantage of me!” I half yell and cut him off, scared and ashamed that my body was reacting like this.

“I'm not taking advantage," he growled, "I.. I would never hurt you. I want you to be mine. I can show you… you'll feel so good. You’ll feel so safe with me…"

I breathe hard at his words, shivering and feeling his breath against my neck. “I.. I have a boyfriend.. I can’t..” I say, mustering whatever strength I can to say it and not think about how electric my body feels. How my pathetic hole is pulsing from the whole situation.

Pierrot froze and I froze in turn.

I might’ve screwed up.

--

Pierrot’s POV

I breathed deeply. I knew she had a boyfriend. So why is her saying it making me feel this way?

I need her.

She’ll be mine and mine alone. Her body already craves me. I didn’t know she felt the same as I do! It’s a relief, honestly. Her mind is holding on to what’s safe and secure. Not what could be the best decision of her life. The only decision.

“I don’t care.” I mutter against her neck, feeling the biggest urge to mark her right now. “Where is he?”

I slowly drag my knee across her sweet sensitive spot. Even from here I could smell her arousal. It was taking every bit of self control not to rip her clothes off and have a taste.

“Only I can make you feel this way, my lady.”

She froze and held her hips still. She was fighting it. I felt the little twitches she was holding back. “N-no please stop.. don’t do that!”

“Don’t fight it. I know it feels good..”

I drag my teeth down the side of her neck with a blinding need to bite down. I hold it in and move her hands above her head so I could hold it in one of mine, giving me a free hand.

“What are you-“

“You’re so pretty~”

I bury my free hand in her hair and scratch gently at her scalp as I bite down on her neck, making her yelp. I licked the spot to soothe her as she whimpers out a “s-stop!”

“You don’t mean that, right my lady?” I say as I leave her neck to hover right over her face. She looked panicked at best and terrified at worst. But her arousal only thickened.

I moved closer, needing a taste of her lips, but she moved her head to the side, exposing the other side of her neck.

I can’t help the soft moan that leaves me as I kiss below her ear. It even made her moan softly and filled me with new determination. I kissed around her ear while she squirmed around and made pretty little noises for me.

She starts pleading, “stop!! Stop it please!!”

I pull away and she softly starts to pant. “Thank you..”

I bite my lip as I let my knee press against her again, making her eyes flutter. She turns to look at me and yell, “Stop tha-! Mmph-!!”

I press my lips against her and my eyes close. I let go of her hands and hold either side of her face to kiss her passionately, needing her so badly.

She fought with herself and refused to kiss back and tried to pull away while hitting me with her free hands, but I was getting drunk on her lips. It was too good!

I started rocking my leg against her to give her a distraction and it worked flawlessly. Her lips stopped fighting me and half kissed back, making me whine into it. All the while, her hands froze and started to hold onto me rather than hit and push me away.

That’s it.

Her body is so susceptible. But her mind needs some help. Her mind needs a distraction. It needs to be broken. It needs to only think of me.

I slip my tongue past her lips and back up slightly, giving her more room to be comfortable now that she stopped struggling. Hers danced with mine so beautifully, I moaned as I kissed her, my thumbs brushing her cheeks.

Suddenly, she pulled away and turned her head. “No no.. this isn’t right.. this.. Pierrot this is wrong.”

“Why, my dear? You seem to be enjoying yourself?”

“Because I have a boyfriend.. I won’t cheat on him!” She glances at me with a heaving chest.

She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t know how I’d do anything for her! How I’d be anyone she desired! She doesn’t need anyone but me.

I forcefully turn her head and press my lips into hers hard as she tries to talk her way out of it while pushing and hitting again. Muffling her sweet voice felt criminal, but it was necessary. I held her head in place and she slowly lost herself to the kiss.

My hair dangled over her and I occasionally brushed it out of the way, but her hands ended up reaching for my scalp and scratching at it, making me hum in such content. I inadvertently leaned into her touch for more but she pulled away with a flinch.

I break the kiss, her mouth still dangerously close to mine, and rasp out, “touch me, please my lady.”

Her heart starts racing. “W-what?!”

I blush at the confusion and gently guide one of her hands to my head and close my eyes at the feeling, “here..”

She starts scratching at my head and I whimper, laying my head against her chest, opting to hug her from my position.

Both hands were in my hair now and one bumped into a horn, making me tense up.

“Sorry!” She says hurriedly.

“Not there..” I mumble as I nuzzle against her.

God she was so warm and soft. I could stay here forever.

A moment passed before her lovely voice filled my head. “Pierrot?”

“Yes, my lady?”

“How.. did you get in..?”

“Climbed through your window..”

“What?”

“I climbed through your window.”

“I heard you, I’m just.. that’s crazy.”

She takes a deep breath. “I can’t do this.”

“You’re scratching my head perfectly good, my lady. Is it uncomfortable for you?”

“No.. no I can’t do a relationship.. I want us to be friends.” She trembled as she spoke, clearly nervous.

“What do you mean?” I pick my head up to look at her, my hands tucked at her sides.

“I know you don’t care that I have a boyfriend but I-“

“I don’t. I don’t care about him.” I pause. I felt possessiveness creep through me. I couldn’t let her escape. “Break up with him.” I say sternly.

“No! What?! I can’t just do that! You could be the best person in the world but I just don’t know you well enough!” She blurts out, but I can sense her excitement. She’s a live wire waiting to be broken.

She will thank me for it later.

I lean down closer to her face and she flinches. She holds my eyes as I lean to the side of her face to press a kiss on her ear, lingering and dragging my lips up the shell.

She breaths raggedly, “p-please don’t do this Pierrot..”

Her free hands try to push against the mattress and buck me off- it’s so cute to see her try. I wrap an arm around her waist and smile at her, holding her in place as my other hand slides down her body and under her shirt.

“N-no! Stop!!”

I hum as I trail my fingers up her bare side. It was so soft and sensitive by the way she twitches. I stopped right where it would mean anything. Right under her pretty breasts, tracing the bottom of it.

She squirms as much as she can and whines, “Pierrot!!”

I salivate as I let a finger circle around her hard bud, teasingly close but definitely not enough. I could see it poking through her shirt.

“N-no. Cmon.. don’t do this..”

“I know how much you need this.. the smell of your arousal is so very good, my lady.”

Before she can say anything, I let a finger glide gently over the hardened nipple and then circle right on it, earning soft moans and her struggle to keep her hips still.

I plant my leg right against where she needs it and mumble. “Grind on me. Use me. I’m all yours.”

“Don’t do that!”

I proceed by pinching her poor bud and pulling at it just a bit, watching her lose herself in pleasure already as moans keep escaping her.

“But you seem to like it? Shall I do it again?”

“N-no no stop! Stop it!” She pushed at my shoulders.

I instead roll the little bud between two fingers and watch in amusement what it does to her. She must be soaked by now and I’ve barely done a thing.

She starts gripping onto my shoulders, and I let my hand wander to her other needy nipple. I brush it lightly with my fingers and roll it again, making her thighs squeeze around my own. I pull at the bud again and earn a sharp gasp. “S-stop..”

But she was holding onto me tightly.

I lean down and press a kiss on each nipple over the thin fabric of her shirt, making her flinch. She grabs fistfuls of my hair and a moan bubbles up out of my throat as I kiss her sensitive nipple again before letting my teeth graze against it.

“Nooo.. stop!”

I ignore her and wrap my lips around the clothed bud, swirling my tongue around it. I do the same on the other and go back and forth, making sure my fingers tease it if I’m not sucking on it.

She melts right under me, too lost to even tell me to stop. I use a free hand to grip one of her thighs and squeeze with subtle praise.

She loved my tongue but she seemed to snap out of it, “no no no no.. no please!! Please stop it!!” She tries to squeeze her legs together and I let her. It’s cute.

I trail kisses lower as she holds onto me, hands now buried in my hair, until I reach where her shirt was riding up and some warm skin was exposed. I immediately plant sloppy kisses along her waistband and let a hand play with it, letting her imagine what I could do.

Her hips trembled and threatened to buck with anticipation. My hand traced lower and she started pulling away in fear. “No!! Don’t do this! W-we can talk it out!”

I grunt, partially annoyed that she was still fighting me, and plant a kiss right in between her legs where she’s been needing it most. Even through the pajama pants, her arousal was so sickeningly sweet.

“W-what are you doing?” Her voice was low and scared.

She tries to pull away but I’m holding her hips in place now. Her hands tried to pull on her bed frame, but it was no use. I kiss the same spot and linger there, inhaling her raw scent.

“Stop!”

She twitched, but her legs were being held down by me. And I was going to test her self control.

I lick one slow stripe up her clothed slit and over her clit. She trembled and breathed hard. “S-sto-ah~.. st-oppp!! Fuck.. fuck ohmygod...” she was breathless.

Perfect.

I held myself back. I could just barely taste her. I squeezed her hips to conceal my urge to taste her.

I did it again, slower this time, and lingered right on that sensitive little bud, closing my lips around it and flicking it through the layers of fabric.

She jolted and her hips rocked against my mouth while she whimpered and moaned softly. I moaned against her and kept her still as she kept trying to pull away. However, she was growing so weak with the newfound pleasure.

I snaked a hand up to tease a nipple and she shuddered. I felt her internal battle as she half tried to pull away and half tried to feel more pleasure. She just needs more distraction. I need to make her feel on top of the world. Like no one has ever made her feel.

Like she’s the most wanted being on this planet.

My other hand leaves her hips, in hopes she’ll be good and not pull away abruptly, and moves under her pants, teasing the edge of her panties that flow into the crease of her thigh.

“Nno.. please.. please…” she strained out a whine while her hips rolled against my face. It was intoxicating.

While a finger traced the seam of her panties, my thumb caressed her slit gently, feeling how she’s soaked through her little undies.

I growl in disbelief and my vision goes hazy with desire, “O-oh my lady, oh my god you really do feel the same for me! P-please, I won’t judge if you decide to give in now. It’d be so easy to let me give you everything you deserve. I can be anyone you want!” I plead as my thumb brushes her slit up and down mindlessly.

“I.. can’t!! I have.. a boyfriend..!” She whines out.

I sigh but press my thumb against her clit now, a single layer of fabric separating the direct touch. She jerks and I roll a nipple between my fingers while I let my thumb brush her clit gently, up and down, again and again.

She visibly melts and moans over and over. Her hips twitch and her legs start to open up on their own. Good. She’s finally giving in.

I stare up at her breathless face, moaning and whimpering as I keep caressing her poor clit up and down, up and down, with my soft thumb.

It must feel so good with how she’s completely given up in pulling away. I could feel how swollen and hard that poor clit is. It’s such a shame she’s fighting me for something she so clearly craves.

“May I have a taste, my lady?”

My voice seems to snap her out of it and she starts trying to pull away again, although much weaker this time. “N-no… no n..no please stop! Stop it!!”

I pout and use both hands to quickly pull down her pajama pants. She tried kicking me away, but I tucked her legs back underneath my body.

I kiss her through her panties and loop my fingers around the waistband.

“I said no!!” She screams and holds my hands with her tiny ones.

I let my drunk gaze flit up to hers. “You need me.”

I slowly pull down her panties as she thrashes around and tries to hold it up. I was trying very hard not to rip them since they were so cute. I slowly exposed her pussy and my eyes widened and I saw how swollen her clit was and then how sopping wet and pulsing her little hole was.

She was hiding her face now, everything about her screaming embarrassed. I press my hand on her thigh and brush my thumb against it. “You smell divine. And you look.. you look so.. I can’t.. I can’t hold myself back anymore.”

I clench my teeth, trying not to dive right in and taste her, lick her up and suck on her clit. I shakily bring a finger to her slit and slowly move it up and down, earning loud moans.

So sensitive.

I bring all her juices up to her clit and do little soft circles. She struggles and pleads still, “p-please.. please no… oh god.. please..”

She was so close to breaking.

I added a finger and continued the soft circles. She was now clutching onto my hair and I was on cloud nine giving her this pleasure.

“There you go.. my lady feels so good..”

I pull my fingers away and her hips buck for more as she whines, clearly wanting more.

I press a kiss directly to her clit and she gasps, “no- no Pierrot please..”

I wrap my long tongue around her sensitive clit and completely encase it as I lick it from all sides.

“F-fuck!! Pierrot!!!” She whines out my name and it makes me snap.

I grunt as I switch tactics and lick up her slit feverishly, my tongue working up and down until it finds her tight little hole still pulsing so cutely. My eyes go half lidded and I push past it and tongue fuck her so good. Feeling her gummy walls flutter against my tongue was addicting, but I was looking for a particular spot.

A spot to completely shatter her resistance.

I push deeper and hum as I hear her scream out in pleasure. I make use of a hand and use my thumb to gently rub her clit up and down, barely with any friction with how messy she is.

I curl my tongue up in search and realize I find it when she screams and her entire body jolts so I have to hold her hips in place again with two hands. It was a rougher patch along her gummy walls, but I flattened my tongue against it and focused on pushing it in and out while slurping up her juices.

She kept screaming, but I couldn't make out the words. I couldn’t hear over how blinding this experience was. I felt her body tense, however, and paid attention to how her breathing got deeper and deeper.

I slowed my pace and pulled my tongue out, immediately licking her up and cleaning her juices before lapping at her clit. She was getting closer. I could feel it in her body.

She was losing her control and I was doing it. I was convincing her. I kept lapping feverishly, getting more erratic as she continued moaning and holding my head.

“P-Pierrot!! I’m.. f-fuck I’m close..!” She sounded so embarrassed but equally as desperate.

I pull away and pant as I watch her hole pulse and flutter around nothing, her hips grinding in the air.

She whines out in clear disappointment and it’s then I see the glaze in her eyes. “W-why?!” She asks breathlessly.

I press a kiss to her inner thigh and look up at her, “Tell me you want me.”

She squeezes her eyes and then looks away, “this.. this is wrong.. just stop this please.. please Pierrot..”

I give her clit a small lick and she sharply inhales.

I’ll keep her on the edge for as long as I need to for her to admit she’s mine.

Matter of fact, her body has admitted it already with how her hips buck and chase for more.

I release her hips, hoping she wouldn’t run, and prop my head up with my elbows against her bed, so I was right in front of her pussy. I licked a slow torturous stripe up her slit but pulled away right underneath her clit.

She whined louder.

I kept licking her slit in the same way. Stopping right before her clit and giving her just enough time to calm down and not come. I’ll keep her teetering on the edge.

After a few minutes of silently licking her slit and her gripping the bed instead of pulling away, she finally speaks. Her body was right on the edge and she was being so strong in not giving in, but it was only a matter of time before she needed to give the body what it needs.

“Please..” she whimpers in embarrassment.

I lick up her slit once more, lingering right under her clit, feeling her tremble. I pull away and speak so close she can feel my breath on her clit. “Please what?” I couldn’t believe she was begging for me. Not telling me to stop or protesting in any way.

“Please.. m-make me.. make me come please..” she says in a tiny voice.

I almost give in with how cute she sounded, but I need to secure her as mine first. I kiss her clit gently and mumble deeply, “Admit you’re mine.” I finish by blowing a small stream of air on the sensitive nub, making her whine.

“I..I can’t.. I can’t be-“

I cut her off and flatten my tongue against her clit, unmoving.

Her hips try to get friction but I move with her, denying her in the sweetest way. She whines loudly and I drag my tongue along her clit, earning a guttural moan.

“Say it.

I rest two fingers against her slit, feeling her pulse with so much need.

“I can’t..!” She whines.

“You will.” I say darkly.

She will be mine.

I lick at her clit randomly, and never for too long. Just small sharp licks to keep her on edge. I’ll make sure she knows to never push me away again.

“Pierrot!!” She whines loudly, hips grinding erratically.

“Just say you’re all mine, my lady. I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“I.. I have a boyfriend! I can’t!”

I push the two fingers by her slit slowly into her and she throws her head back. They slowly work their way in to find her g spot, curling into that rough patch and making her moan loudly and wildly.

My tongue darted out every now and again to lick at her clit again, but it wasn’t long before she was begging, “p-please Pierrot!! I-I’m so close!!”

I stopped licking at her and instead moved my fingers in and out at a glacial pace. So very slowly to not send her over.

“Say you’re mine.” I repeat.

“Why.. why are you doing this..?” She asks breathlessly. She’s losing herself in the pleasure. Finally.

“Because you will be mine. And I’ll keep you right on the edge until you admit it. You want to come, don’t you, my lady?”

I curl my fingers into her g spot for emphasis and her hips buck on their own.

“Y-you.. you have performance.. to go to. You can’t be here.. forever..”

Oh she’s so cute when she’s grasping at straws.

“My dear, I can edge you for hours, days, or weeks if I desire.”

Her walls clench around my fingers. Words have that much effect on her?

She whimpers and tries to come to terms with what I said, “n-no.. y-you… oh my god.. I can’t.. that long..”

I leaned up and pressed a kiss to her forehead, “Just say the words, my dear.”

She looked away hesitantly, panting softly, “I.. I can’t.. I’m sorry..”

I grit my teeth. So close.

I pull my fingers out of her gently before gripping her hips and swiftly flipping her on her stomach and raising her hips up so her ass was in the air and facing me.

“Pierrot!” She yelled.

It was glistening, her other tight little hole, with all the juices that leaked down from earlier. I caressed it with a finger and she shuddered, moaning and gripping the bedsheets.

“N- n-…” she almost wanted to say no but muffled herself as she grinded her ass in the air. “P-please..!!”

I circled her rim slowly, just teasing the poor hole that got no attention. She was gasping and moaning wildly, loving it.

I added a finger and rubbed small circles along the tight muscle and watched as both holes twitched and fluttered. I felt myself drool with so much excitement. I couldn’t wait until she was mine completely.

I let myself go and licked a slow stripe against her tight rim, earning a guttural moan. I didn’t pull away this time. I circled the pretty rim with my warm tongue until she was moaning desperately, letting it all out into the sheets.

I couldn’t hold myself back, I flicked the tip of my tongue at the hole and heard her squeak and gasp as I pushed it past the rim. I pulled my tongue out and did it again. And again. And again. Going just a little deeper every time, making her moan a little louder.

I reached around and used a finger to brush her clit once, just once, making her scream and devolve into begs. “Pleaseeee!! Please Pierrot!! Please let me come!! Please!!”

I lapped at her rim, her begging persisting as she moaned out ‘please’ over and over.

“Whose?”

“Yours!! I’m yours!!” She cried out in desperation and I felt a flare go through me.

I pushed my tongue past her rim while one hand had focused fingers rubbing her clit and the other plunged two fingers into her pussy, curling at her g spot.

It was only a few seconds before she was screaming as I pushed her over the edge and into an intense orgasm.

It’s a shame she pushed me away for so long.

I pulled my fingers out of her convulsing pussy and stopped rubbing her clit, all while removing my tongue from her ass.

I watched as she desperately ground into the air and moaned wildly, still begging as the orgasm wracked through her with no way of riding it out or feel the pleasure of it. “N-no please!! Help me!! Please!! Please I’m yours Pierrot!! Please!!”

She was writhing so much I had to hold her hips in place so I could watch her cute little hole flutter around nothing. “I’m so sorry, my lady, but maybe this will teach you not to resist me next time.”

She whines loudly and I keep hold of her as she twitches and comes down from a pathetic excuse for an orgasm.

Only now, she’d be way more aroused. I felt it in her body. She was brimming with desire and need.

“Please!! I’ll be yours I promise!!!” She begs and pleads as she ruts into the air, “please make me come!! I’ll be all yours I promise I promise I will!”

I close my eyes as I dive into her pussy, licking it up and letting the tip of my tongue flick her clit fast. One hand played with her slit and the other teased her rim, perfectly stimulating her sweet spots.

I hummed against her pussy, sending vibrations through her as her moans got deeper. She was getting close already! And she’s mine this time. She’s all mine.

“P-Pierrot!! I’m.. I’m close..!”

Pushing two fingers into her, they curl against her g spot with brutal precision and I let my tongue erratically move against her swollen clit.

“So good..” I moan into her, drunk on the taste of what would become my favorite dessert.

I slurp up her juices and keep going, ramming my fingers into her while one nicely circles her sensitive rim in the back. Slow and soft, a brutal comparison to the harsh rhythm of my fingers using her.

The orgasm crashes over her quickly and I keep my rhythm, letting her ride it out this time. She screams and shakes and convulses as she grips the bedsheets, completely and utterly lost. Utterly mine.

I keep lapping at her clit and slowly thrust in and out of her as she comes undone. She comes for at least a good minute before starting to come down. I slow my movements as she twitches and the tension relaxes. I slowly pull my fingers out and away from her but keep lapping at her clit, my hands now holding her hips up.

It’s only a moment before she’s screaming in overstimulation and is begging me to stop again, but for a very different reason.

I pull away and laugh a bit. “I couldn’t help myself. Such a pretty clit deserves all the attention.” I lick at it again and she freaks out again.

“Pierrot!!!”

I pull away and she pants, out of breath.

I gently help her out of the awkward position and lay her on her back, scooting her up onto the pillows while I take my place next to her and lay down, wrapping an arm around her.

She presses herself against my chest and it makes my heart squeeze! She looks absolutely adorable!

“I’m so happy you’re all mine..”

She sighs and nuzzles into me, but I feel as if something is off. I move a hand into her hair and scratch at her scalp gently. It seems to soothe her a bit.

“Pierrot.. my boyfriend gets back on Monday.”

Oh.

“You’re breaking up with him. I don’t see the issue.”

“He lives here.”

Ohh.

“He can move.”

“We pay rent together! He can’t just move..”

“But you want to be with me, right my lady?” I look down at her and she meets my gaze, a flash of shame behind her eyes.

“Yeah..” she mumbles before shivering. “I’ve never.. no one’s ever done that much to me..”

“I can do more if you’d like.”

She looks up at me and blushes with wide eyes and quickly hides behind her hands.

“Shhhhhush!! You’re.. you’re too crazy..”

I cup her face in my hand and gently turn it to face mine. “I promise I’ll do anything for you. I’ll be anything you want.”

I brush my thumb along her cheek and she relaxes and nuzzles into it. I can die right here happily…

“I will do more if you want more…” I pause and think for a moment. “I can edge you for hours…”

Her body responds first. Her breathing deepens and eyes glaze a little, and her thighs tense and press together as her arousal builds up again.

I speak before she can, “You want that?”

“I- that’s-“

“I know you want that. I can do that for you. Has he ever done that for you?”

The last question slipped out but she froze and shook her head while looking away and mumbled, “No..”

I almost shook with excitement. She’s mine. She’s mine. She’s mine. She’s mine!

I whisper now, “I’ll do everything you wanted and he couldn’t.” I pull her closer and run my fingers through her hair. “Not only like this.. but.. everywhere.”

She’s silent for a while and just lay against me. At least she isn’t running away. I speak up again.

“Let me show you around the circus tonight, my lady. I’ll sweep you off your feet!”

She smiles and giggles softly. “Okay..”

“And we can do whatever you want tomorrow..”

“I want.. you to decide.”

My heart squeezes. Oh dear god she’s so adorable.

“Then I shall, my lady. May I surprise you?”

She smiles bigger and nods.

I smile with her and hug her close. “I’ll show you how much better I am.”

She giggles, “yeah, and I can choose who’s the better boyfriend by the end of it..” She giggles more but I go deadpan.

“There is no choosing.”

“I’m sorry.. it was a joke..”

“I am the better one.”

She mumbles against me and squeezes me in a hug, “you.. probably are the better one..”

Good. She’s learning. She’s learning not to resist me..! I need to hold back. I can’t scare her anymore. I need her so badly but I can’t..

“You’re.. comfy..”

She got more comfortable against me and curled up a bit. I was losing my mind. She was willingly dropping all her guards around me? She was half on top of me all by herself! She looked so cute and so perfect and so pretty! I need her. I need her to stay with me. I can’t let her go. I can’t. I don’t know what I’d do. I.. I couldn’t..

Her stomach grumbled.

“You’re hungry, my dear.. Let me make you something to eat!”

“Comfy…” she cuddled up on me, shifting her leg over me. I threw my head back and breathed hard, trying to compose myself.

“M-my lady.. y-you must eat! I.. I happen to be fond of cooking..”

“Later..” she wrapped an arm around my chest and sluggishly dragged her fingers up my torso, touching my neck, and then up to my masked face. I couldn’t conceal how happy I was. I was a blushing mess. How could she undo me so easily?

I leaned into her touch and held her hand against my face, almost nuzzling it as she went limp and drifted off.

I set her hand down on my chest and reached into my pocket. My vial of pink powder was still there.

I need to make sure she doesn’t leave me. It’s.. it’s for her own good. It’s all for her. What should I make her? Pancakes? Or waffles? I should’ve asked what she preferred! What if she doesn’t like either?!

I take a breath and lower my gaze to her sleeping form. I let my fingers brush through her hair and savor every moment.

She’s all mine.

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Enjoy lovely <3

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