I sat on the cool marble counter in the kitchen, staring absentmindedly at the cell phone in my hands. Within moments, the front door opened and my dark lover emerged. He was dressed in black cargo pants, a black long sleeved shirt and combat boots. He looked like a mess, covered in dirt and something thick and dark. It reminded me of blood, but I quickly forced the thought from my mind. He looked up at me as he began unfastening his boots, his narrowed gaze was vacant as he watched me. I swallowed hard, wrapping my arms around myself as he slowly made his way over to me.
“Where did you go?” I asked softly, my voice barely above a whisper.
“No where you need to concern yourself with.” he stated firmly, his deep and luxuriously smooth voice was low and full of secrets. I held myself tighter, watching him with wariness. He took notice of me as I began to withdraw into myself. Before I could say another word, he was walking over to where I sat so he could stand half an inch in front of me… gazing down at me with his intensely haunting stare.
“I think you know where I’ve been, baby.” he told me, his voice matching my own as it hovered above that of a whisper. I lifted my eyes to him, wincing as I took note of the blood smeared across his left cheek. He offered me a smile, it was dark and full of sin. A devil’s smile, and so suitable for my monster. His hand lifted to brush against my lips, which trembled beneath his touch. My survival instincts told me to run, to get as far away from him as I could… but something deep inside of me knew there was no where I could run. I belonged entirely to him, and he would destroy anything that came in between us.
I nodded once. I did indeed know where he was and what he had been doing, but it was hard for me to admit to any of it. This dark, primal man that stood before me wasn’t your average person, not even close. He was a devil with sociopathic tendencies, and though he didn’t care about much… I was the sole focus of his love, his dedication, his possession, and his obsession. Whatever would keep me safe, make my life easier, or make me happy… he would achieve it for me, no matter the cost. The cost today was unnecessary and extreme, but true to his nature… he simply didn’t care. Someone out there had it out for me, and he acted so quickly I would never doubt the darkness within him again.
He killed for me today. He removed a cancer from my life, and all I could do was stare at him with a tumultuous mix of conflicting emotions. As much as I wanted to be a good, normal person… there was a darkness in me that he understood. A darkness he was happy to serve, to spare me from serving it myself. The cost was the blood scattered all over his body.
There was no conflict in his gaze. No battle of morals or tumble of emotion. He was a monster and he was comfortable in his skin. When he reached out to touch me, I fought the urge to recoil. The blood of someone I inadvertently killed was all over him, but he didn’t hesitate to touch me. His arms wound around my waist as he forced my knees apart to stand between my legs. He pulled me close, pressing my smaller and softer body against his – so large and hard in contrast. I whimpered, and he smiled.
“I want to fuck you like an animal, right here.” he growled, “I want to tear you apart while covered in the blood of your enemies.”
My body responded to his, yielding to the immense pressure of his dominance as he forced it upon me. I weakened in his embrace, softening beneath his hard hands. This was so wrong. I should be disgusted, but I wasn’t. What did that say about me?
I leaned my head back as his lips descended upon my neck, a scrape of teeth sending electric vibrations across my flesh. He smelled of male and violence, like a primal king returned from war. His grip on my body was intense, pulling me against him as hunger filled him – wild and uncontrolled.
He trailed kisses and vicious bites along my neck, hands moving over my body like he owned me – and he did, every single inch of my body, mind and soul. He possessed me entirely with every touch and bite, pressing into my fragile skin and manhandling me with a predator’s grace.
“Tell me, little one…” he whispered into my ear, sending shivers through my entire nervous system. One of his arms gripped my body close to his, while the other slipped between us to move away the frail fabric of my shorts to gain access to my body. “…tell me how badly you want me to fuck that tight little cunt that belongs only to me.”
My clit throbbed, aching deeply as his rough hands split the thin lace panties I wore. His still bloodied fingers found my clit, stroking me roughly and possessively. The sickness rolled through me, and I was suddenly excited and alive beneath his attention. I rubbed against his body like a cat, desperate for my monster’s love. He killed for me. He made the world a better place for me… but more importantly, he was a devil and he owned me completely. I couldn’t fight this, or him, so I fell into him. It was like sinking in the deep, dark and soothingly warm ocean. My life was his, and I no longer needed to make the decision. He made it for me. I was his. Always. Forever.
I whimpered again, wrapping my arms around his neck as he moved his own to unbuckle his belt and free his hardened length. He kept his clothes on while he worked to strip me down, nothing exposed but his hard cock and the muscle peeking out from beneath his shirt. The sight of him before me, incredibly masculine and looking lethal as hell, made me impossibly wet. Heat and moisture gathered between my thighs as his large hands gripped his cock and pressed the head of himself against my throbbing entrance. I was to thrash, I wanted to scream, I already needed to cum so desperately that such teasing contact made me feel as though I was losing all control of myself.
“Mine.” he growled, and I swallowed hard in response. “You’re MINE!” he said louder, before thrusting himself into my tight, aching pussy. I cried out, digging my nails into his powerful shoulders. My body spasmed around his cock, shocked by the pleasure / pain inspired by his violent entrance. I bucked against him, writhing in protest. He used both of his arms to secure me as one hand held both of my wrists captive behind my back. He leaned into me, hovering an inch away from my face as a guttural groan escaped him.
“So fucking tight. So fucking mine.” he groaned, slowly working his cock in and out of my body, unwilling to wait for me to grow accustom to his size. I moaned against his lips, continuing to melt in his hands as he exerted his full control and possession over me. I couldn’t do anything but take what he had to give me. He was so much bigger, stronger and rougher than I could ever be.
His hips began to pump against me, his cock stretching me and possessing me as he lost what was left of his self control. As if his sanity began to unravel, he began fucking me hard and fast, driving his cock so deep that it felt like there was a battering ram against my cervix. I quietly begged, pleading with him as my body was thrown violently towards an intense orgasm.
His tongue lashed out against my lips, stroking harshly as if to mirror the violent pounding of his cock. “Come without my permission and I will fucking break you.” he growled, one hand lifting to tangle in my hair close to the scalp. I cried out, arching in his arms as my body hurtled towards release.
“FUCK! Oh, god. Sir.. please may I — ” he slammed into me harder, snarling like some feral creature… “cum, please!” I shouted as my body convulsed on the brink of orgasm. I wanted to let go so badly, but my mind threw up a barrier only his permission could tear down. I needed release, but I couldn’t get it unless he forced it upon me.
“Yes. I am your fucking God.” he said, low and dangerous. His face contorted with the intensity of his pleasure, his eyes were glazed over and feral as he enjoyed the feel of my hot, wet pussy clenching around his entire length.
“Beg me. Beg me, baby. Beg me before I fucking snap.” he growled against my lips. Demanding my submission, needing to force me to succumb to him. There was no consent here. The illusion of it could be comforting, but reality was that he would take what he wanted whether I was willing or not.
“Please, please, please, please let me cum.” I begged against his mouth, fighting with everything I had to fight back the intensity of my orgasm. I closed my eyes against the sight of this bloodied, primal male thrusting his hips between my thighs as he restrained me effortlessly.
“Fuck…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he fucked me as hard and as fast as his body would allow. The strength of it was unsettling, and the force of it would leave bruises on my tender thighs. I was just too small in comparison, too soft and too fragile. He owned me completely, controlled me entirely, even if I begged him to stop he wouldn’t.
“Come on my cock. Right fucking now, baby.” he growled, and I shattered. My vision bled to starry white as the orgasm crashed into me, wrecking my soul and leaving my body shuddering and quaking in his embrace. I tightened on his cock, hard. In response, he snarled his release as he emptied himself inside of me… thick, hot spurts filled what little space his cock left inside of me. My orgasm was relentless, especially with the feel of him drenching my cervical wall with his seed. I jerked in his arms until I collapsed against him, and he easily accepted my weight.
He leaned back, bringing my upper body against his as he held himself inside me. Each twitch of his cock made my body shudder in bliss. I sighed as he released my wrists, wrapping my arms around him as we both panted heavily trying to catch our breaths. I tucked my head against his neck and nuzzled in, finding comfort in his strength and unyielding force of will.
“Who do you belong to?” he asked firmly, holding me against him.
“You. I belong to you.” I whispered in response.
“I am going to fuck you until you’re broken, babygirl.” he whispered, and heat began to flood between my thighs yet again. I nodded against him, and sighed as he slipped out of my body. It was then that he moved away and lifted me into his arms. I was jello, melting against him. He carried me upstairs and into the bathroom, setting me down on the counter as he turned the water on.
He bathed me, then fucked me up against the shower wall, hard and fast, taking possession of my body again. After he had filled me with his seed yet again, he dried me off and laid me in our bed… where he held me down and fucked me again. He fucked me until he was empty, he fucked me until I was screaming admittance that he is my God and I belong to him. Then he bit my neck and left an angry mark, a sign of his ownership.
When we were both exhausted and satisfied, he tucked me against his body and we fell into a deep, heavy slumber.
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What a beautiful sight!!