"I said answer me," I snarl, yanking her head back by her hair. The pained gasp that escapes her lips sends a jolt of satisfaction through me, soothing the beast for a moment.
"M-more," she finally whimpers, her voice no more than a wisp of breath. "Please, sir... more."
A wicked grin spreads across my face. This is what I've been waiting for - her complete surrender to the darkness within both of us.
"As you wish." Releasing her hair, I stand up straight again.
I bring the belt down hard, reveling in her scream as it connects with her already sensitive flesh. The sound echoes off the walls, a symphony of pain and pleasure that feeds the monster inside me.
Each glorious strike is punctuated by her mournful sobs and my own grunts of exertion. The room fills with the heady scent of sex and fear, driving me to new heights of depravity.
Her body writhes beneath me, taunting me, tempting me, and suddenly there are far too many clothes between us.
Mine are shed, the moment the thought occurs, and I pull her ass cheeks apart to remove the ginger root. She’ll take my cock into that tight, forbidden hole instead.
Positioning myself behind her, I run the tip of my cock along her slit, coating myself in her arousal, because that’s all the lubrication I’m going to allow her. I want her to hurt. I want her to scream. And when I decide to allow it, I want her to come, despite it all.
She moans and gasps; needy, desperate sounds that set my blood on fire. "Sir…" she whimpers, her voice thick with ambivalence.
That single word snaps the last thread of my control. I drive into her barely prepped ass, brutally burying myself to the hilt in one rough motion. She cries out, her body clenching around me deliciously as she struggles to accommodate my size.
I give her no time to adjust, setting a punishing pace and winding her long locks around my hand like a rope for extra leverage.
The tight heat of her sheath engulfs me as I thrust mercilessly. Each punishing stroke draws a pained cry from her lips; music to my ears. I yank her hair harder, arching her back at an obscene angle.
"This is what you wanted," I grunt, my voice thick with dark delight. "To be used. To be broken."
Her only response is a choked sob. I can feel her quaking, her body fighting against the intrusion even as it yields to my relentless assault. The conflict within her feeds my frenzy.
I release her hair only to grab her hips, my fingers digging into her softness hard enough to bruise. The new angle allows me to drive even deeper, and I embrace the primal rhythm of flesh against flesh.
My mind swims in a haze of lust and power. In this moment, I am a god of pain and pleasure, and she is my willing sacrifice. Every whimper, every cry, every involuntary clench of her muscles around me pushes me closer to the edge.
But it's not enough. I need more. I need to witness her expression as I break her completely.
With a growl, I pull out abruptly and flip her over onto her back. Her eyes are wide, filled with a potent mix of fear and desperate need that send more jolts of dark enjoyment through me. I grasp her thighs roughly, spreading them wide and positioning myself between them.
"Look at me," I demand, my voice harsh and raw. "I want to see your face as you shatter."
She lifts her eyes, her magnificent breasts heaving with each ragged breath. I can see the conflict in her expression - the shame warring with desire. It's intoxicating.
Without warning, I plow back into her, this time into her slick heat. If this wasn’t a dream, I might be a little more circumspect.
Or maybe not.
Neither her comfort nor any perceived hygiene is of any interest to me. I simply want to use and abuse her at my own whim.
She screams, her back arching off the floor. I set a brutal pace, each plunge punctuated by her gasps and whimpers.
I lean down, capturing one of her nipples between my teeth and biting down hard. The pained cry that escapes her lips adds to the sordid music we create with our coupling. I soothe the bite with my tongue before moving to the other breast, leaving matching marks.
"You're mine," I hiss against her skin. "To use. To hurt…” I sink my teeth into the fleshy part of her left breast, not quite drawing blood, and she screams so hard I have to will myself not to come.
"To break," I finish, my voice a guttural rumble.
Her tear-soaked eyes widen at my words, pupils blown with a heady mix of terror and arousal as I trail bites and kisses down her throat. She flinches with each press of my mouth, undoubtedly trying to guess how much it might hurt.
Delicious.
