"Bite me," she said, and meant it

My first foray into cannibalistic BDSM

I honestly thought I was going to taste blood. I’ve never bitten anyone or anything so hard in my entire life. If I bit into an overcooked pork chop as hard as I was biting into the alabaster white flesh of her ass I would definitely lose a tooth. I think if I bit a finger even half as hard as I was biting her butt, I’d end up digesting it. I had told her to yell, “ow” if I bit her too hard (yeah, I know; not a super creative safe word, but I’m a BDSM neophyte), but the only feedback I was getting as I cautiously increased the pressure from hard to unfuckingfathomably hard was encouraging moans. Not even particularly loud moans, actually. The scene from Addams Family Values flashed across my memory of Morticia giving birth, faintly smiling at the peak of labor. “Mmmmmmharder,” implores my date. 

“What are you into?” she had innocuously asked an hour earlier at the start of our obligatory consent conversation.