I want to throw my head back and roar out my rage, but I don’t.She needs me now, and I won’t let her down.
Not ever again.
Rising to my knees, I straddle her hips and bend down to grasp her jaw in my right hand.“Nora, look at me.”I make the words a command, my tone harsh and demanding.“Look at me, my pet.Now.”
Despite her panic, she obeys, her conditioning too strong to be denied.Her eyes flick up to meet my gaze, and I see that her pupils are dilated, her irises nearly black.She’s also hyperventilating, her mouth open as she tries to draw in enough air.
Fuck and double fuck.My first instinct is to hold her against me, to be gentle and calming, but I remember her panic attack during sex the night before and the way nothing seemed to help her then.
Nothing except violence.
So instead of murmuring useless endearments, I lean down, propping myself up on my right elbow, and take her mouth in a hard, brutal kiss, using my grip on her jaw to keep her still.My lips smash against hers, and my teeth sink into her lower lip as I roughly push my tongue inside, invading her, hurting her.The sadistic monster inside me thrills with delight at the metallic taste of her blood, while the rest of me aches at her mind’s agony.
She gasps into my mouth, but the sound is different now, more startled than desperate.I can feel her chest expanding as she draws in a full breath, and I realize that my crude method of reaching her is working, that she’s now focusing on the physical rather than the mental pain.Her fists uncurl, her hands no longer grasping at the sheets, and she stills underneath me, her body tensing with a different sort of fear.
A fear that arouses the darkest, most predatory part of me—the part that wants to subjugate and devour her.
The rage that still simmers within me adds to this hunger, mingling with it and feeding upon it until I become this need, this mindless, terrible craving.My focus narrows, sharpens, until all I’m aware of is the silky feel of her lips, flavored with blood, and the curves of her naked body, small and helpless underneath mine.My cock stiffens to a painful hardness as she grabs my right forearm with both of her hands and makes a soft, agonized sound in the back of her throat.
Suddenly, the kiss is no longer enough.I have to have all of her.
Letting go of her jaw, I push myself up with one arm, rising onto my knees.She stares up at me, her lips swollen and tinged with red.She’s still panting, her chest rising and falling in rapid tempo, but the unseeing look in her eyes is gone.She’s with me—she’s fully present—and that’s all my inner demon requires at the moment.
I climb off her in one swift motion, ignoring the pang of pain in my ribs, and reach into the bedside drawer again.Only this time, instead of a gun, I pull out a braided leather flogger.
Nora’s eyes widen.“Julian?”Her voice is breathless with remnants of her panic.
“Turn over.”The words come out rough, betraying the violent need raging inside me.“Now.”
She hesitates for a moment, then rolls over onto her stomach.
“On your knees.”
She gets on all fours and turns her head to look at me, awaiting further instructions.
Such a well-trained pet.Her obedience heightens my lust, my desperate hunger to possess her.The position showcases her ass and exposes her pussy, causing my dick to swell up even more.I want to swallow her whole, lay claim to every inch of her.My muscles tense, and almost without thinking, I swing the flogger, letting the leather threads bite into the smooth skin of her buttocks.
She cries out, her eyes closing as her body stiffens, and the darkness inside me takes over, obliterating all remnants of rational thought.I watch, almost as if from a distance, as the flogger kisses her skin again and again, leaving pink marks and reddening streaks on her back, ass, and thighs.She flinches at the first few strokes, crying out in pain, but as I find a rhythm, her body begins to relax into the strokes, anticipating rather than resisting the sting.Her cries soften, and her pussy folds begin to glisten with moisture.
She’s responding to the flogging as if to a sensual caress.
My balls tighten as I drop the flogger and crawl up behind her, looping my right forearm under her hips to drag her toward me.My cock presses against her entrance, and I groan as I feel her slick heat rubbing against the tip, coating it with creamy moisture.She moans, arching her back, and I push into her, forcing her flesh to engulf me, to take me in.
Her pussy is unbelievably tight, her inner muscles squeezing me like a fist.It doesn’t matter how often I fuck her; each time, it’s new in some way, the sensations sharper and richer than in my memory.I could stay inside her forever, feeling her softness, her moist heat.Except I can’t—the primitive urge to move, to thrust into her, is too strong to be denied.My heartbeat drums loudly in my ears, my body pulsing with savage need.
I hold still for as long as I can, and then I begin to move, each thrust causing my groin to press against her pink, freshly flogged ass.She moans with every stroke, her body tightening around my invading cock, and the sensations build upon each other, intensifying to an unbearable degree.My skin prickles from my impending orgasm, and I begin to drive into her faster, harder, until I feel her contractions begin, her pussy rippling around me as she screams out my name.
It’s the last straw.The orgasm I’ve been holding off overtakes me with explosive force, and I erupt deep inside her with a hoarse groan, stunning pleasure rocketing through my body.It’s a bliss unlike any other—an ecstasy that goes far beyond physical satisfaction.It’s something I’ve experienced only with Nora.
Will ever experience only with Nora.
Breathing heavily, I withdraw from her body, letting her collapse on the bed.Then I lower myself onto my right side and gather her against me, knowing she needs tenderness after brutality.
And in a way, I need it too.I need to comfort her, to soothe her.To bind her to me when she’s at her most vulnerable, so I can ensure her love.
It might be cold-blooded, but I don’t leave important things like that to chance.
She turns around to face me and buries her face in the crook of my neck, her shoulders shaking with quiet sobs.“Hold me, Julian,” she whispers, and I do.
