The Blue Hearted Devil Himself

Property

Colten De Lombardi and I had sex.

It wasn't that making love slowly soft cute kisses it was full in rough fucking and the morning after was a disaster.

I wake up bright white light from the balcony follows i hiss moving my legs soreness trails behind I sit up Colten's gone but I hear his sink on I grab my undies slipping them back on I bite my lip my throat feeling extremely dry from last night.

My thighs clench i feel this uncomfortable soreness between my legs. I reach over as I open his bedside table I grab a white button up putting it on.

I lay back down in pain it hurts so much. It like getting a shot and the aftermath but down there.

I'm never having sex with him again. I lie to myself it's worth it that was mind blowing a smirk plays on my face.

I felt like everything I did made him more... I don't know. The bathroom door opens it's Colten who would have thought I ask myself mentally slam my head in a wall.

His eyes flicker to me. His face doesn't change I'm just another girl he's sleeping with.

I feel like trash as he doesn't acknowledge my presence. I should have expected this.

I keep my lips shut. "You should go before someone comes in and thinks there's something going on." He shrugs "right wouldn't want anyone worrying about nothing." I mumble sitting bum and a small noise leaves my mouth from the soreness. I squeeze my eyes shut so tightly. Getting a familiar feeling.

He notices standing up heading towards me I look upwards watching him carefully looking up at him.

I leans down to me tossing me over his shoulder I groan my hair falls directly in my face.

"O- ka ka Ay Ay where doing this." I groan this isn't a good idea I smack his ass his shirt rises up to my stomach "you should put me down"I groan I look upwards hearing the door open if he removes his arm I will fall forward or a guess technically backwards and break my neck I relax "Colten!" I shout I smack his back I feel very tall my hair curtains my face.

"You know what fine." He snickers placing me on the ground. I feel much shorter I try to walk hissing in pain as my legs buckle I suck up a breath. He rolls his eyes picking me up again on his shoulder again. "Your a punk!" I mumble crossing my arms while I'm still upside down.

I hear another door open the beautiful smell of my sheets indulge me. I feel a gentle spot on the bed under me soon. My stomach rumbles I grab my thrash feeling something rise up my throat I puke in there a burning sensation in my mouth I shut my eyes for a moment.

"maybe it's sushi ?" I whisper knowing usually if you puke after sex it's not because of something you ate. Although hormones is why you puke when your pregnant and it takes them about 5 weeks. I hold my hand over my mouth glancing up at Colten his expression is unreadable and very scary

. "Um-" he thus me upwards again I groan he tosses me on his shoulder again but not pressing on my stomach this time more my bladder I peed last night but I know it's going to come soon.

"Colten there are many other ways you could carry me dose it have to be like a rag doll." I gasp out my bladder tingles. "I need to pee." I huff.

"My bladder needs to tinkle." I respond to myself.
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"Will you stop calling me a prostitute" I respond I've not had sex with a client. "What do you have a PhD or something" he jokes I huff  "my PhD is Fuck you." I flip him off
"Not fucking you." I yell half way out the private dance room. "I will punch you in the face. If you try to get me to sleep with you ever again." I add getting off his lap.

"Wait were not done" he grabs my wrist "yes we are because I said so." I respond with a cheap smirk he rolls his eyes. He really thinks I'm flirting with him?

[Start the music]
I cross my arms I being to walk away as I head to my dressing
room not in the mood to go pity someone's ego.

I sit at my vanity removing everything I start a new look after I've wiped my body down.

I do my makeup. After I've done my hair.
I brush more blush I here the door open I furrow my brows looking up I see Colten in the mirror as he shuts the door.

I pull out a lip gloss I fold my lips rubbing them together "Get out Colten your not supposed to be in here those are your rules." I remind him as I apply highlighter to my nose.

My thighs close tighter i ignore the arousal between my legs. I look at his reflection in my vanity.

"but I'm a customer" he fakes a pout his hands crossed in front of him I huff.

"go ask another girl." I remark him he leans down to my ear he's closer than I thought I watch him in my mirror "but I want you." He tells me his lips on my neck his voice sends shivers to my core.

I feel my core getting wet. "if your looking a hooker I'm sure should can find one the next block over." I give him a tight smile holding up a good luck thumb.

He chuckles I twist around on my my chair I stand up looking threw my closet I settle on a pink skirt and thong with a matching top with sparkle and glitter all over it. I stand behind the princess closet I like to call it's really a Chinese curtain.

But I use it to change my body all out for show.

I walk out I grab sex glitter and open it I look at Colten then his hands.

I grab his arm rolling his sleeve up he looks at me totally confused.

I pull off his rings running my fingers over his veins unable to help myself I take a big goop of the sex glitter I even it out as I spread it all around his hand "What the fuck." He grumbles at me i roll my eyes at his dramatic Italian accent.

Although it's very very sexy I don't condone his anger issues.

"Okay hear" I grab his hand playing it on my ass he squeezes hard like I knew he would. I bite my tongue I remove his hand after a couple seconds I look down at how vibrant it is it's so pretty. Me likely. I do that to different parts on my body repeatedly.
As large vibrant sparkly hand prints add on my body.

"Don't feel anything?" I tilt my head licking my bottom lip before putting in my mouth seeming innocent.

He seemed like he felt anything this morning. "Feeling bothered?" I ask his hand squeezing me harder.

I give his a suggestive smirk my eyes trail down between us pants "your feeling something" I gesture to the bulge in his pants.

I turn around removing his hand I add a short see threw pink skirt. He pulls me back "my turn to do a little art on your body" he whispers like Buzzy did? jealous? Of a sixteen year old.

He grabs my jaw tilting my chin up exposing my neck he beings to write something or draw I'm uncertain. I let him not like I had a choice. Maybe I could get him mad and he wouldn't do it.

I look on the mirror seeing 'property of the blue devil' written across my chest and neck in cursive and glitter it's actually really good it looks amazing.

I look behind me in the mirror but Colten is gone.