The distinct noise of my instant messenger alerted me, indicating an incoming message. I maximized the window, and saw his name blinking orange on the contact list to the left of the window. I opened our conversation, my eyes scanning down until his recent message was visible.
“What are you doing?”
“Masturbating.” I typed back, hesitating for several lengthy seconds before I made the decision to press send.
I watched the screen intently, the chat indicator signaled his message being typed, deleted, typed again and deleted one more time. I couldn’t help but feel the grin tug at the corner of my mouth. I wanted his attention, and now I had it for better or for worse. Again, the screen indicated that he was typing once again.
“Bad girl.” was all he wrote, and for a moment I expected him to come charging through my bedroom door to firmly discipline me. I frowned deeply as my forehead wrinkled unhappily, feeling disappointment settling in the center of my chest. It wasn’t like him not to respond to such a claim with some anger. Breaking his rules was not something he took lightly, in fact I faced fairly harsh discipline for doing so. He wasn’t reacting. It was frustrating.
My fingers flew over my keyboard without hesitation, “You don’t believe me, or you don’t mind me touching myself without your permission?”
I waited for what felt like 10 minutes before his screen began indicating his typing activity. The time it took for him to finish his message was long enough to make me regret pushing it.
“You are not masturbating, babygirl. If you were brave enough to push me like that, you would be, at this very moment, begging for mercy at my feet while I unbuckled my belt.”
My next exhale was caught in my throat as I read his message, picturing him towering over me as his piercing gaze swirled with wicked intent. His sharp focus on me was addictive, and after a long day of him working tirelessly and me failing to entertain myself, this intense attention was exactly what I craved.
My fingers hovered above the keyboard for several long moments while I contemplated my reply. I had two options, really… I would either apologize and admit that I was not touching myself, or I could take a photo of my fingers between my thighs and send it his way. I chose the only option I could, the only option that appealed to my fierce obsession with provoking the hungry predator who had claimed me so thoroughly.
I grabbed my phone from the small dark wood bed table beside me, pushed my laptop away and slid my hand between my legs. I found myself wet, spurred on by his delightful threat. My mind fought me, stilling my fingers once they found my clit, knowing this was against the rules the man who owned me had so carefully constructed for me. I pushed past it, moaning softly at the exquisite feel of my fingers roaming gently over that sensitive bundle of nerves. I quickly snapped a picture of what I had done, and immediately pulled my hand away. I sent the photo to him as quickly as I could, before I lost the nerve. I needed to do this, to push him to react the way I desperately needed him to. As soon as my phone confirmed the delivery, I tossed it aside and closed my eyes so I could focus on inhaling one deep, shuddering breath. The instant messenger alerted to a new message, and my eyes immediately flew open.
“Come in here. Now.”
My heart pounded in my chest like I had been forcefully shoved towards the edge of a cliff, and I suddenly felt my clit throb in delicious anticipation. I was overwhelmed with the desire to obey, and yet that special part of my psyche demanded that I ignore his request and finish what I started. Taunting the monster and beckoning the beast out the play.
“I am busy. I’m about to finish… if you know what I mean.” I typed the words in quickly and hit send, reveling in the mix of fear and excitement that washed through me like a storm. He did not hesitate to respond, which made my heart thud behind the cage of my ribs.
“I will not repeat myself. If I have to come and get you, you will be bedridden for a week from what I will do to you.”
My entire body felt like a live wire, the electric arousal coursing through me like venom directly to the vein. His threat was a drug, enticing me and preparing me for what was to come. This is what I wanted; To play with his control and see how far I could push until he snapped and sought to unleash himself on me. My fingers flew over the keyboard again, and before my self preservation could kick in I hit the send button.
“You’ll have to catch me first.” White hot adrenaline rushed through me, screaming a warning in my head. The danger was intoxicating, and I could only imagine what emotions were boiling over in my Dominant. His sweet little prey was challenging him, refusing to obey his command. This was his favorite game, just as it was mine. Oh, how we were made for one another…
“Run, rabbit, run.”
The moment the message registered, I flew off of our bed and went straight for the door. I threw it open hard enough to rattle the hinges, feet pounding on the floor as I ran for the stairs. Behind me, I heard his office door open slowly. The sound of his steady, slow foot steps echoing behind me spiked my adrenaline even more. He was coming, and I already knew I had no chance. Still, I ran. His pursuit of me made my thighs absolutely drenched from the intense desire and I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, his cock grew harder with every step I took.
I ran down the stairs, nearly losing my footing repeatedly from the overabundance of speed and the length of my strides. I didn’t dare look back, especially once I heard him hit the stairs with more intensity than he had when he exited his office. The thought of him picking up speed and zeroing in on me made every hair on my body stand, and made every inch of flesh erupt in goosebumps.
I didn’t know where to go, so I just kept moving forward. I knew I couldn’t outrun him, it was just a matter of time before he caught me. No time at all, actually. Just as I reached the threshold to the kitchen, I felt his arms lash out and ensnare me around the waist. The air rushed out of me as he forcibly pulled me back against his body, sending a shock wave through my lungs that ignited the panic flooding my system. His grip was crushing, and despite my best efforts I could not break free from his hold. I thrashed in his arms, and he lifted me seemingly effortlessly in the air to make it easier to restrain me. I kicked out with my legs, hoping to strike his shin or knee. He was so much bigger than me, and he made me feel so small. No matter how I moved, I couldn’t get an inch of control of my body or the situation. His deep, menacing growl in my ear summoned what was left of my strength and I thrashed yet again. Before my mind registered what happened, I found myself face down on the floor with an oppressive weight on my back. I cried out, but I was already tired from exerting myself so much in such a short span of time that it was all I could do not to beg for mercy in that moment.
He buried his hand at the base of my head, wrapping his fist my hair and pulling my head back so that his lips could brush against my ear without any effort on his part. “Tell me again how you touched what belongs to me without my permission,” he growled, biting my earlobe hard before finishing his sentence, “I am dying to hear you beg and cry and scream for me.”
My body softened beneath him, my will flowing out of me like the blood from a deep wound. I whimpered, but his growl in my ear silenced me immediately. The sensations firing within my body were so overwhelming that I felt as though I would simply melt beneath him, or turn into vapor from the intensity of his heat. My mind wanted to fight back, to push until there was nothing left inside of me. My body was already tired, and so willing to succumb to his. His strength was undeniable, and the way he easily restrained me made me ache to the core.
His lips were at my ear again, his deep and impossibly smooth voice infiltrating my mind and coiling around me like a serpent. “Giving up already, babygirl? Is that all you’ve got?” he asked, releasing my hair so he could restrain me properly. He forced my hands over my head with one of his, while his legs pinned me to the cool hardwood floor beneath us. He moved his body, rearranging, and I felt the press of his cock against my ass. I could not stop the breathy moan that escaped my mouth as I felt his hips grind against me. “Tell me.” he growled, his mouth falling to my shoulder where his teeth found my heated skin and sunk in deep.
“I can’t…” I whispered, each shaky breath struggling through me.
“SAY. IT.” he demanded, his voice laced with a dark hunger I was powerless against.
“I can’t win against you.” I finally admitted, knowing how that truth made him that much harder… that much bigger, like Fenrir tasting freedom as his shackles began to bend and break.
His free hand found the waist band of my shorts, and with one swift jerk of his arm he tugged them down past my thighs. He lifted ever so slightly and then forced his powerful thighs between mine to spread my legs so that he had all the access he needed. His spare hand found itself at the apex of my thighs, and the growl that erupted from his chest when he found me drenched and throbbing, was thrilling enough to shatter the last of my resistance. I moaned again, and his teeth marked the back of my neck with a roughness identical to that of some wild animal.
“If you want to run like prey,” he began, his voice no longer his own, but belonging to that of a starved, violent beast. “I will fuck you like prey.”
His words rocked me to the core, and I arched my back in a way that pressed my ass directly against his hard cock. I was reduced to something wild and needy, begging this powerful man to just get it over with and eat me alive. I barely registered him removing his pants before I felt him probe my hot, wet entrance. He did not hesitate, but instead thrust himself deep inside of me. I would have screamed if not for the forearm he had pressed against my mouth to silence me. The mixture of pleasure and exquisite pain seemed to completely blow my system, stealing all rational thought and reducing me to a primal state; prey to the predator.
He thrust inside of me relentlessly, pounding into me without mercy or consideration for my weaker body. He gave me all of him, holding nothing back. I wanted him unleashed, and I had gotten exactly that. The strength with which he drove his cock into my tight hole was enough to completely shatter me. The feel of him driving inside me without reservation was my undoing. He possessed me so entirely in that moment, it devastated my nervous system and re-wired any pain caused by his ferocity – it all bled into pleasure… sweet, intoxicating pleasure. The cries that escaped my mouth drove him wild, and I lost control of my body. I felt the pressure building, a searing heat that flooded me and threatened to destroy me. I could not stop the orgasm he was determined to claim, and he drove towards it with purpose.
My pussy clenched around his cock, throwing me towards the edge breathlessly. His voice was suddenly in my head, dark and commanding… “Come on my cock like a good little girl.” he growled, latching his teeth on to my neck and throwing me into the climax I wanted with a desperation that made me less than human. My mouth parted on a scream as the intensity of the orgasm crashed into me, forcing me over that edge into white hot pleasure. He shoved his forearm between my teeth, and I bit down mercilessly. It was then, with my pussy contracting around his throbbing cock, that he snarled above me and began emptying himself in thick, warm spurts. I felt him fill me deeply, coating my insides and marking me like the piece of property I was. I shuddered, taking every drop of cum he had while my own wetness gushed around him. He panted above me while I lay in ruin beneath him, hanging his head and fighting to regain control of himself. My body was pliable and my mind was in complete submission, and he took the opportunity to collapse on to his back and pull me across his chest. His arms folded around me, holding me to him, while he steadied his breathing. I could do nothing but lay against him, powerless to the man that owned every inch of my body, mind and soul.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/flyrya/dark_erotica_reap_what_you_sow_mf_ds_pursuit_and
Mmmmmmmmm I needed that
If only I could find a man to do that to me! Great story!!