He had that menacing glint in his eyes again. That flash of sheer predatory volition that spoke of determined, sadistic carnality. He approached the bed, looking down on her with ill veiled disdain and contempt. This would not be sweet. It would not be tender and gentle. This was sex at its most base. The unambiguous, unequivocally explicit, raw and unquestionable authority, control, and proprietorship of one being over another. And at that moment he wanted nothing more than the certain exquisite pleasure of driving into her body and obliterating her soul.
His tongue snaked out from behind a growing snarl, as if he were merely working on an ornery chore rather than staring at a bound and captive human.
"I've waited long enough for this. This is the end of your torment of me, girl."
With every word he drew closer still, like an errant child mesmerized by an open flame. And open she was. For him. He smoothed a hand up the back of her leg, squeezing painfully. He could feel her muscles tense beneath his pressure, but she didn't flinch or cry out. His hand continued it's baleful path, pinching and squeezing ruthlessly as it ascended, until he reached the cleft and swell of her ass. He could feel the heat seeping from inside her. Life heat, pulse, energy. And she would need it all tonight.
He leaned down so that his lips barely brushed her earlobe. He knew his breath was warm and crisp as he nosed strands of her hair from her face when she turned to him. She huffed once as she felt his fingers caress their way inside her, surely the only gentility she would receive from this monster. But she refused to react. He would not see her fear or her passion. She glared at him, hoping all the hate she felt radiated through that stare. He merely leered back before licking the shell of her ear, the act sending tiny but unfloutable fissures of pleasure through both of them.
He stiffened, realizing too late that his subconscious had betrayed him. Done with the preliminaries, he wrenched from her warm, moist openings, ripping the gusset of her panties along the way. He climbed onto the bed then, noticing the little tattoo of a hammer and anvil exploding matter on her left shoulder blade with a slight awe he had no desire to foster at the moment.
He leaned forward, propping himself by his arms on either side of her head and distributing his weight across her back, he squared his hips into her cupped and upturned hands, bound at the small of her back, enjoying the way they instinctively molded to the distended fly of his trousers.
"I knew from the moment I saw you you needed it, Whore. And I'm gonna give it to you. Now pull me out."
She could hear the cruel laughter in his voice as he made no effort to make her task easier. In fact, her movements only enflamed him further, her ass and thighs innocent of their otherwise sensuous undulation beneath him. Sweat broke out across her back as he huffed and tried to contain his reaction to her unknowing movements. To break the tension and torment her a bit more, he pressed down on her back, leaning in and licking a patch of the slick sheen gathered at the base of her neck. She froze, the first sign of a reaction, and he reveled in the way her hands involuntarily clenched, released, and clenched again. He smiled as his teeth scraped over the area he'd just licked; a small victory.
"The longer you take, slut, the longer this lasts."
Her hands scrambled and scraped around his belt buckle, finally unclasping the slightly ornate rounded square and pulling it free of itself. She fumbled with the button of his pants and as her fingers found purchase on the zipper, he lifted slightly off her, pulling away for a much needed respite from her touch. The little minx really had no idea her guileless movements were that of someone well versed in the pleasures of the flesh. She was just doing as she was told, whatever he wished to get this night over with. But in his mind at least, it would never be over for them...
His tongue snaked out from behind a growing snarl, as if he were merely working on an ornery chore rather than staring at a bound and captive human.
"I've waited long enough for this. This is the end of your torment of me, girl."
With every word he drew closer still, like an errant child mesmerized by an open flame. And open she was. For him. He smoothed a hand up the back of her leg, squeezing painfully. He could feel her muscles tense beneath his pressure, but she didn't flinch or cry out. His hand continued it's baleful path, pinching and squeezing ruthlessly as it ascended, until he reached the cleft and swell of her ass. He could feel the heat seeping from inside her. Life heat, pulse, energy. And she would need it all tonight.
He leaned down so that his lips barely brushed her earlobe. He knew his breath was warm and crisp as he nosed strands of her hair from her face when she turned to him. She huffed once as she felt his fingers caress their way inside her, surely the only gentility she would receive from this monster. But she refused to react. He would not see her fear or her passion. She glared at him, hoping all the hate she felt radiated through that stare. He merely leered back before licking the shell of her ear, the act sending tiny but unfloutable fissures of pleasure through both of them.
He stiffened, realizing too late that his subconscious had betrayed him. Done with the preliminaries, he wrenched from her warm, moist openings, ripping the gusset of her panties along the way. He climbed onto the bed then, noticing the little tattoo of a hammer and anvil exploding matter on her left shoulder blade with a slight awe he had no desire to foster at the moment.
He leaned forward, propping himself by his arms on either side of her head and distributing his weight across her back, he squared his hips into her cupped and upturned hands, bound at the small of her back, enjoying the way they instinctively molded to the distended fly of his trousers.
"I knew from the moment I saw you you needed it, Whore. And I'm gonna give it to you. Now pull me out."
She could hear the cruel laughter in his voice as he made no effort to make her task easier. In fact, her movements only enflamed him further, her ass and thighs innocent of their otherwise sensuous undulation beneath him. Sweat broke out across her back as he huffed and tried to contain his reaction to her unknowing movements. To break the tension and torment her a bit more, he pressed down on her back, leaning in and licking a patch of the slick sheen gathered at the base of her neck. She froze, the first sign of a reaction, and he reveled in the way her hands involuntarily clenched, released, and clenched again. He smiled as his teeth scraped over the area he'd just licked; a small victory.
"The longer you take, slut, the longer this lasts."
Her hands scrambled and scraped around his belt buckle, finally unclasping the slightly ornate rounded square and pulling it free of itself. She fumbled with the button of his pants and as her fingers found purchase on the zipper, he lifted slightly off her, pulling away for a much needed respite from her touch. The little minx really had no idea her guileless movements were that of someone well versed in the pleasures of the flesh. She was just doing as she was told, whatever he wished to get this night over with. But in his mind at least, it would never be over for them...
