Him
The view in front of me is of pure ownership. The ownership she unknowingly declared over my body and soul, as she took every inch of me inside her mouth; and drank every drop of my cum without blinking.
I feel powerless when I’m inside her. And while she keeps thinking that I am the one who owns her, I bet it is the other way round. The years I have spent chasing her is an example of the level of authority she unknowingly has over me.
I agree on the fact that I love brutalizing her, but that is because that’s my way of loving her.
And she might disagree for the good of shame, but I know how much she loves it. Her arousal is a clear indication of the effect my methods have on her. The saint and the sinner are both a part of her. She needs to realize it.
Without wasting a second, I pick her up grabbing her by the neck until she is on her feet again, before crashing on the sweet artwork her lips have turned into after I smeared the red lipstick on her plush lips.
Tasting her mouth is like getting a taste of heaven. Fucking divine! One stroke of her tongue has me bite her lip, as the burden of trying to act feral around is weighing off.
Two seconds later she’s biting my bottom lip, and it’s not the kind one could do out of love. Why the fuck do you have to keep making me insane like this?
I break the kiss, tugging her hair until she is staring up directly into my eyes. The heat in her eyes is burning me up inside out and even though I know full well that isn’t love; its rage... I still am losing my shit!
“You look adorable baby, with your lips painted in me... My spit – my cum – my booze...” I flash a smirk before slicing my chest with the knife and pouring whatever’s left of the whiskey from earlier on the both of us, “– my blood...”
Her eyes narrow on mine and then I’m rubbing her face on my bleeding wound, “Marked by me, in every possible way... Maybe, now you’ll want me just as much as I’ve wanted you.”
By the time I’m done, she is panting to get her face away from me.
“What the hell are you doing? You crazy bast–” she retorts angrily before her vision turns towards the mirror, disgusting her instantly.
“See... Now you look just like me. Painted in my color.” I envelop her in my embrace, whispering to her in the mirror, “Now, you look like – Mine!”
Mine – the most beautiful word, when associated with my queen – my muffin.
“But then I want you all over me, too.” A petrified expression crosses her features which only intensifies by the time I’m done speaking.
I kneel in front of her, spreading her legs open while her hands are still bound; dragging my trek knife on her velvety drunken skin just enough to draw blood without actually inflicting any damage or pain. Her wails are mostly a result of the alcohol burning on the cuts I am carving on her skin, as small rivulets of red lava pour out before I lick them clean, only for them to reemerge on her gleaming skin later. My knife and tongue trail from her ankles to her thighs to her navel, stopping there to drink the image in front of my eyes.
This goddess right in front of me has the power to pull out the worst in me, while still making me tempted to get a taste of her elixir. Perhaps, this is what immortality tastes like. I wonder as I drop my knife, before lapping my tongue on the wet lace between her thighs; my own heartbeat at a complete stop when I realize her sweet flavor of defeat.
She’s fucking aroused.
“What a glorious liar you are, muffin!” I mutter curses under my breath before switching the vibrator to the maximum, and start drinking the juices leaking down the sides of her underwear; rubbing a thumb on her clit making sure every part of this goddess is worshiped just as it deserves.
Her moans become sobs in a matter of minutes as she comes close to releasing her juices.
“Don’t you dare come on the vibrator.” I demand, “Sit on my face, and hold your orgasm.”
I destroy her sexy lace thong and throw it away as she squats her way on my face, pulling her on top me; burying my mouth completely inside her slit, fucking and simultaneously sucking on it with my tongue, while my nose grazes her pulsating clit escalating the sensations.
I eat her out like a dying man having his last meal; devouring her like it’s our last time. Her loud moans and delighted squeals fill the entire room, already thick with the smell of sex.
The need to climax is driving her crazy as she starts grinding her pussy on my starved mouth, making me groan with pleasure. I remove my mouth for a moment licking slowly the space between her inner thigh and her core, “You can come on my face now, sweetheart... and don’t dare to get up until I tell you to.” She looks relieved and surprisingly pleased at my lifting the bar.
I position back into her, driving my tongue in and out of her sweet heaven in a brutal rhythm as she grinds on top of me. Hands bound and face bloodied and coming on me – could there ever be a better sight? She could suffocate me to death and I’d be happy to die!
In one intense moment, her barrier breaks into a wave of convulsing overwhelms as the juices of her orgasm flow directly into my mouth, satiating my thirst and making me crave for more at the same time as I keep sucking and drinking her immortality elixir.
Her body is still trembling with the tremors from her climax, when I lift her up with her thighs wrapped around my neck, before sliding her down; her slit reaching the tip of my cock. Her eyes open up slowly to see her body hanging on mine, with her hands around my neck and her thighs wrapped around my waist while I rub the tip of my shaft on her wet opening.
“Tell me, muffin, do you like the view? You clinging on to me like I’m your last thread of hope... when in reality, you are my last thread of hope. I was so lost before I met you... It was like I would never find myself again,” her eyes lock with mine and a husky whimper escapes her mouth as I slowly slide the head inside her warmth, “Never knew it would be so easy to find myself when I am inside you.”
“Then find yourself and fuck off!”
“Damn baby! That bratty tongue is going to be the death of me.” I groan; pleasure dancing in my voice when I smirk, and for a tiny moment I see surprise cross her features.
Does it surprise you that I love you even when you hate me? Your poison is my drug, sweetheart.
The question dies in my throat as soft whines of pain find its way through her delicious lips as soon as my dick makes slides halfway inside her pussy. A dark desire to make her cry with me inside her takes over my mind; and without second thoughts, I thrust my entire shaft in one go until I am buried deep inside her. My soul satiates with the cries that escape her mouth soon after I pull and fill her up in a swift motion again.
Tears roll down her cheeks in streams of red as she begs; and I’m depraved enough to like it. Every plea – every curse is like music to my ears.
“Relax sweetheart, it won’t kill you. Don’t you see, you’re all wet and aroused for my cock...” I tell her between my heavy breaths; her fiery annoyance is turning me on more than making me irritated.
“I need to – need to get down on my feet... Fuck!” she tries getting down on her feet, which in turn, only shoves my dick further inside her. Good thing I am a whole foot taller than her, making getting away without literally standing with my dick further inside her, nearly impossible.
And now she’s stuck with my dick inside her. What a freaking beauty!
Is it possible to die out of pleasure? Because it’s too much even for me, to watch her try to climb back in an attempt to pull as much of my cock as possible.
I interrupt her little exercise, lifting one of her thighs up in the air; lacing my other hand in her hair, I increase the rhythm. The expression on her face is like she’s given up for good this time. Shame – defeat – anger – summarized into one before I make her face our favorite mirror.
“You see that, muffin. That is the unnecessary blind of shame burning and falling down to the ground.”
“Don’t fight yourself! We both know that your body loves me...” I unlatch the hand holding her hair and trace a finger down to her breasts, pinching an erect nipple before pulling her closer.
“My body may love your violence, but my heart hates you for it.” But her eyes are telling a different story.
In fact, she is a liar. You love me, and you hate yourself for it.
“So, you admit your body loves my violence... My violence is my love for you.”
Her cheeks flush by the admission of truth she let out being mouthy.
You’ll soon come to terms with yourself muffin. I’ll make you. I promise.
Lifting her up by the hips, I carry her to the bed; laying her down before tracing her soft lips with my tongue. My hand reaches for the belt bound on her wrists pulling it above her head, pinning it in place by one hand; while the other hand lifts her leg, pushing it back enough to sink my cock right back where it belongs. Her pussy is weeping, releasing screams of joy over and over again. The peaks on her chest rise and fall as the release fills her insides and stains my cock.
“Look into my eyes, sweetheart. Tell me what you see...” I whisper in her mouth.
“Do you see yourself, just as I see myself your eyes?”
“Your eyes? Every time I look into your eyes, all I see is damnation... downfall... and destruction – because that’s all you are for me.”
She is fond of lying I am learning that about her. Choking her feelings like that; drowning everything nice in hopes of self-restoration.
“If I am your destruction, you are my salvation, Disha. My redemption... my lifeline. You own me just as much as I own you. And even if you find me violent, I can promise that you own it too. Nobody in the world has that kind of power over me... use it or abuse it; it’s always up to you.”
Her thick eyelashes flap sensually before opening up to look straight into me. A strange sense of arousal and disbelief fills her eyes, before she pulls it back into the cold cover.
She is cracking. She will be done for... Soon!
Taking the heat of the moment, my strokes resume with a painfully slow rhythm; hard enough to pull another orgasm out of her. Her moans are mine and my grunts are all hers; she drowns into the void of my eyes fearless and naked... in the truest sense if words.
If only I knew that before; my confession was all that was needed to make her understand her hold on me.
With one harsh intrusion, I release my climax inside her already flooding pussy. Grunting and huffing cease soon after, as her moans die a peaceful death inside my mouth.
Time passes by quietly as we lay there, side by side, naked and exhausted. I study the bruises on her body as soon as she dozes off to dreamland. She’s extremely alert even now; shifting and whimpering softly, the moment my lips rest on her bruises. Her furrowing her brows is a sign that she’s going to be sore in the head more than I initially anticipated.
Maybe her overthinking is necessary for her to realize that we are meant to be. But that’s for later... she needs rest for now. I gently kiss her lips before placing another on her tired head.
After making sure that everything is in place and she’s tucked in properly under the blanket, I place two packets of medicines on her nightstand; which I had pre-arranged after a consultation with her doctor. Checking all the doors and windows closed, I make my exit before shooting her a last look.
Angelic features. Devoid of hatred or anger. She may say whatever she pleases, but her face looks like she’s found salvation too.
Like her heart has been marked.
Like she knows me.
Maybe, it’s time.