Him
She will ruin me tonight; I knew it the moment I saw her throw that piece of satin on the mirror. But I never expected it to be such a torture. The tease that she’s been for three consecutive nights now; I could not have managed to control myself for any longer.
I was back here to gather a few of the files from my home computer, but when I saw her standing in the damn terrace staring right in my face with those droopy sensual eyes searching for, I don’t know what, I had to rewind to see what I missed in the last two hours.
What I did not know was that which of her hormones were responsible for the sudden increase in libido. I have been neglecting the need to fill her, knowing that it might not be as gentle as she needs me to be. But I was done playing nice the moment I saw her disobeying a clear order after displaying the savageness of showing me a middle finger. Well, your wish is my command.
My cock has been pulsating from the time she spread open her legs, but I totally lost it the moment she moaned my name. My fucking name!
And now when it fills the gap between them, I feel like it’s the best decision I’ve ever made in my life; to come downstairs and see for myself how helpless she feels beneath me.
The euphoria that fills my head is making me all giddy and shit. Of all the women I have been with, she turns my temperature to the highest scorching heights; even from afar, this girl has had complete control on my mind and yet she has no idea about it.
What is it about her?I am staring into her eyes, and past them; right into her soul... looking for the answers to questions I have been asking my psyche for nearly a decade.
I mean she is amazing but to have me wrapped around her fingers like that, that is an art.
Literally everything about her is mysteriously captivating to the point that I’ve been uninterested in any number of offerings that I’ve received from women all through these years. She’s always been on my mind, the only one blinding me, blocking my hormones only to herself... to the point that I feel crazed.
No one, and nothing has haunted me the way she has in all these years.
And I know I need therapy. But she is my therapy.
And I am going to let myself heal tonight. I’m going to give her everything she deserves. My love, my heart, the entirety of my existence. All the years of pent-up frustration for not being able to get close.
She’s been the object of my insanity and now it’s her that’s going to satiate the insane part of me. And I’m going to feed her the depravity she never knew she needed.
The punishment is working its way through my dick, the way she is looking into me is getting increasingly intoxicating with every passing second. She’s quiet... and absolutely still... waiting patiently for it.
Black was wrong. I don’t need cocaine; she’s my customized drug. Made exclusively for me.
So, I slide the tip of my cock in between her slit just a bit and I stay still for her to react. Shame and desire dance side by side in her eyes. And I must admit, it is the most delicious sight to look at.
I start rubbing my cock in the beautiful mess that she has created with her blood and juices. As I start increasing my pace on her clit, she breaks eye contact. A low moan escapes her lips and my hand finds its way behind her head, grabbing a hand full of hair and tugging her to look me in my eyes.
“You’re begging for a punishment. You realize that, don’t you?”
“I’m sorry!” Anger and frustration both eminent when she begs.
“Sorry what?” I growl.
“I’m sorry, Master.”
Her tone is so submissive, it’s not helping; it’s only intensifying the need to brutally dominate her, before eating her alive. Worst thing, she might not let me last if she keeps doing that because right now all it is doing is redirecting heat flowing in my veins right into my cock.
I adjust my flooding length on her tiny opening. “You wanted me to fuck off, right?”
“I am sorry Master, that’s not what I meant. It was a mistake...”
“You’re such a liar muffin, you need to beg for whatever you want me to do with you. Rail you here in this mess, or fuck that lying mouth of yours?”
She does not speak even though tears roll down the corner of her eyes to her cheeks before marking the sides of her confused face.
“It is such a simple question muffin.” I say before licking her tears from the neck up to the cheeks. “Say please to whichever you desire and make your decision quick. You wouldn’t want to find what I would wish for.”
“Please...” She whispers, muffling her sobs.
The peaks of her breasts are already a telltale of what she wants. But I need to hear her say it.
“Please what?” I smile showing her teeth like I am willing to bite if she’s not fast.
“Please...” Her shyness is adorable; but right now, it’s killing me.
“Please what, Disha?” I snarl, grabbing her by the throat. “Do away with testing my patience.”
“I want you...” The words I have been waiting to hear for so fucking long! “Please do me, Master.”
I hope I’m not dreaming, because I am kind of losing my mind. I don’t care if I scare her, or tear her up; I’m going to relish on her like the starving man that I am.
Without second thoughts, I push my dick just a little bit to watch her appetizing agony. She lets out an excruciating wail, as I continue pushing my way inside her, inch by inch. By the time the head is inside her, she’s already panting and whimpering.
The need to shut her eyes is testing her considering my threat, but she is taking care of it with an assault on her lower lip. With a final thrust I fill her completely, which makes her body squirm in pain. She’s pulling the belt wrapped on her wrist for a release. Her waist wiggles in a way that tells me she wants to push my dick out.
“So sorry for stretching your innocent little pussy like that, but sweetheart that was not even the beginning.” And I withdraw myself only to push back again.
She screams in pain again. By the time I go ahead with a third thrust, her screams have descended into a more primal cry of suffering; her face drenched in a salty mix of sweat and tears.
Her affliction is working like a drug on me. All the goodness that normally rises in my chest every time I look at her, are drowning in the juices of her arousal. And in its place is the devil laughing at me for having conquered what it obsessed over for years. And I dare not tell him to stop.
I wrap one hand around her waist, hoisting her hips in the air, and tug on her hair with the other. Rhythmically jerking my girth in and out of her, while she screams and tugs on her restraint with all her might.
It’s so darn arousing to see her all helpless and pained. Never knew I could love her cries more than her laughter.
“Scream for me, sweetheart...” and I push myself as much as I can. Although balls-deep is a long road down, the way her insides wrap so tightly around me makes going slow impossible for the crazed version of me that I am hardly in control of tonight.
She keeps whining as the pain diminishes and euphoria takes over. Her fear was baseless; the blood has facilitated a smooth ride. I bend down to kiss her again as I increase my pace with the thrusts. Harder and faster. The more I do, the more I crave.
Her tongue finds its way inside my mouth that has already been ravaging her mouth for so long, I’ve lost track of time. Losing every ounce of self-control, I force my dick inside her now swollen pussy, plunging her while sucking on her tongue. Sweet moans fill every corner of the dimly lit room like a porn movie playing in the background.
My fingers find its way to her nipples, squeezing and pinching them erect beneath my chest. Dipping my head down I grab one sore nipple and bite on it, all the while watching the delicious agony on her face before licking the pain from the biting; repeating the same with the other one, again and again until all the sobs from her chest are those only of pleasure.
My hands trace the skin between her breasts; so soft it’s like touching silk. Only getting slick from the sweating due to all the hard work we are doing. A fucking to-die-for hard work.
Her muffled moans resume as hard-core screams as I lift her legs to a fold and push my way through her stretched opening. I start ramming her with a force that makes her tits dance to match the rhythm of my thrusts making my dick throb ever more.
I feel insanity finding its way out of me and deep into her with every single plunge. “Yes baby... cry for me while I fuck that tight little pussy of yours.”
As soon as I speak those words, her warmth oozes on my cock still inside her and my chest fills with pride on the little accomplishment of having her come on my cock while I make her sound like a whore. My whore.
Her cries are starting to sound like cries of bliss rather than those of pain or regret. It’s making me believe that this is more pleasurable for her, a tiny bit more than me. But I’m on cloud nine already.
“Do you like it muffin? Being so full of my cock when it’s only halfway through.” I grunt while thrusting her mercilessly, “Tell me do you like it? Being railed while staring right into my eyes.”
The question may be directed towards her but if I could admit truthfully... the way she’s looking into my eyes, the entire fucking time, I could pass out of contentment if I was not the sick bastard that I am.
“Tell me, sweetheart? Does my dick scare you?” I bend down and whisper into her ear, “Do you like getting fucked by a stranger while you act all innocent?”
She closes her eyes averting her face from me; that’s what submission looks like. And that’s my answer. All you have to do is admit, and you could have me on my knees, my love.
But what a waste, she did disobey a clear order fucking again. Now, the devil is pissed.
I pull out lowering myself to her, my hands slipping around her throat, choking her again.
“Too scared to look at me?”
She’s choking a little; fear lurking in her doe eyes before she manages to speak with great difficulty, “Your f – face – it scares me.”
You could have just stared at me like the innocent woman you are, muffin. What was the need to answer a ridiculous question like that. But, No. You had to fucking talk back.
I get up, instantly ceasing all activity, staring at her with a stoic expression; a war waging inside of me. How hard I’m trying to stop myself from doing something crazy. But the damage is already done. Only one way to correct the situation.
I grab the dagger from the nightstand, and graze the blade on her navel before proceeding on my way up her abdomen, the soft skin between her breasts, up to her fragile neck; applying just enough pressure on the tip of the blade to make her go absolutely still.
She’s petrified. Gorgeous!
Her eyes dance from my eyes to the blade resting on the thin line between life and death. Does she need to know that I could never actually hurt her? NO! Because she is incredibly appetizing in that prey headspace.
Lifting the blade up from her neck earns a confused look from her. I place the blade at her heart, lowering it on her skin. And before she could react, I am wrapping my other hand on the sharp end of the blade; dragging it up, cutting the skin of my right palm, reopening the old wound. Warm blood oozes out creating a pool on her chest, like a sacrifice made to the queen of my heart.
The sacrifice that will traumatize her enough to haunt her with these memories forever.
I press on the blade until enough blood pools on top of her heart. She watches in a state of complete shock and horror, as I soak my palm in it before smudging my fresh blood on her breasts, up to her neck and face. She squirms in disgust to avoid the blood, while I keep painting it on her smooth flawless skin.
Her body now covered in my blood. She’s been marked by me forever. Her first, and only.
No escape anymore!
And I can’t help but grin on her shocked face. Such an adorable thing even behind the blood.
“You and me... Now we look the same. No need to be afraid of me now.”
She too stunned to utter a single word.
I wipe the excess blood on her abdomen, before wrapping my arm around the waist again, raising her hips to an angle that facilitates the deepest penetration.
“Now don’t you dare close your eyes...” I growl, before griping her plump lips between my teeth.
I thrust inside her in one go, filling her completely. Reaching her neck to have her back on chokehold; while pulling myself completely before pushing back again inside her pussy, burying myself deep inside her like the demonic creature that I have become. Inflicting a new pain each time I repeat it.
Her cries are only feeding the monster inside me, enough to let me keep increasing the pace. Incredible for me; terribly wrong for her first-timer pussy. But that is the least of my worries right now. I am a sinner, chasing salvation. And I am not stopping until I achieve it.
As soon as a second orgasm hits her, her eyes roll back and her breathing slows, giving me a perfect opportunity to devour the look on her face.
“Never knew my muffin could be such a good whore to me... do you see how full your pussy feels with me inside it?” And I start fucking her again. This time harder and faster.
She lets out a pained moan.
“See yourself while I make you my slut, my little whored-up muffin.” I groan.
Her pained moans are sickly saturated in lust, as she involuntarily starts grinding her pussy against me She is aroused all over again; she knows it... and hates it. I on the other hand... I love it!
The entire apartment is echoing the shameless noises we are making. The slapping of flesh against flesh. My animalistic grunts. Her sweet moans of defeat. Our heavy breathing. All those in the silence of the dark night.
A sudden rush of euphoria fills my head as she fills her love potion on my fast-moving cock and I increase the intensity of my thrusts on her dripping pussy. Feeling a rush of hormones seeing her climax on my cock, I release my seed inside her flooding pussy.
Is it what dying feels like? Because I feel like floating to heaven.
This moment right here, I want to capture this, so that we can both relive it as many times we want. Because in this moment I know, being one with her is all I could ever desire. This... here... is everything. My everything!
A part of me says that she’s still not mine. But I tell him to shut the fuck up. She has been mine from the moment I saw her on the bus that day. She was mine from the moment when she grew awkward of something as simple as an eye contact. And in my eyes, she’ll always be the same beautiful girl. Enchanting even... in a way that makes my heart stop every time her eyes find mine.
I look at the mess we’ve made and know how she is going to feel about all this, when I’m gone. But am I guilty? I wish I could be.
Should I be sorry for being the man I really am? Or should I be sorry for getting a taste of something that belongs to me. Guilt is a feeling not worthy to be experienced.
The one thing I have absolutely learned in my life is that there’s either pure intention or nothing at all. As for my case, my intentions were clear the very day I set my eyes on her.
I see the bloody mess on the sheets as I pull on my tee and jacket. I am spread on her just as she is on me. Bound by blood like a ritual; and the best part is that it has worked. She’ll never escape me now.
Regardless, now is not the time to stay here. Especially after what I’ve subjected her to; I need to leave. But I’m coming back. I may not be your hero, but I’m not your villain either, sweetheart.
I place a soft kiss to her trembling lips while her eyes are shut tight and pray that she did not notice what I did there.
Don’t turn back, don’t check upon her right now, just leave.