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| Drew_Heller |
"I'm coming to see you"
Those were my words, I don't know what crazy compulsion led me to decide on a whim to drive hundreds of miles to see you, but here I am with you.
You were surprised, shocked in fact, but you didn't say no which was good - I half expected an excuse to say we couldn't meet but you didn't hesistate at all.
When I see you, you're looking more amazing than ever - fresh faced from the cold wind, wrapped up in your pashmina, your black hair flowing in the breeze.
We walk and talk, catching up on each others lives, falling into that same old pitter patter of conversation. We gossip and laugh; but somehow something isn't right - there's that air of tension, that we're both holding back. Perhaps it's because we think so much has gone before, perhaps beacuse we are wary of what the other wants.
"Why did you come here", you ask. You look at me with that stern look, slightly mocking in tone, those dark eyes always with that edge of hardness that I found so alluring...
"To be honest, I don't know. Just to connect I suppose"
I watch the shift in your body language, the barriers being drawn. The conversation is over.
We walk for a little bit longer and you look at your watch. You tell me you have to get the bus back to your house. I ask whether you want a lift as I have my car and you decline. I don't know why but I press the issue and you see the logic but hate the fact that I'm right. Finally you relent and allow me to drive you home.
We drive, it's only a short drive and nothing is said, no conversation except you giving me directions. The mood is black, this hasn't gone the way I wanted. I wanted us to leave on a good note, not this.
Arriving at your house, you immediately go to get out of the car. I touch your hand and say your name gently. It's like an electric shock through your system. "We have unfinished business. I have to know" I all I say.
The change in the dynamics is immediate - I pull you towards me and kiss you hard, you gasp as I bite you and one hand goes for your throat and the other for between your legs. You try to pull back and say no, but that leads to the inevitable. It's close quarters so the punch is no good, but and elbow to the jaw is perfect. Your lip splits immediately and the blood pours.
"Fucker. You fucking cunt" I hear you whisper as you look at me with venom. I grab your black hair and pull your face to mine, kissing and licking and sucking on the blood dribbling from your mouth.
"Inside. NOW" are my only words to you. You nod and exit the car and I follow.
This is not a time for small talk and chit chat. You need fucking and beating and this needs to reach it's conclusion. The play must reach it's final scene...
I'm swift and precise, you don't even have the time to take your coat or pashmina off as I punch you in the stomach and watch you fall to the ground. Grabbing your pashmina, I wrap it round your neck and begin to drag you along into the kitchen, you're trying to scream but the pashmina is cutting off your air supply.
I quickly scan the kitchen. Open plan, MDF surfaces, chrome fittings. I see the set of knives on the magnetic strip on the wall and my brain has already processed how this will work.
You're trying to get back up but I kick you down. "Time to play sweetheart. I want to know just how rough you do like it" You look up at me, ah yes - there it is! That anger, the savagery in your eyes. I know you want to rip my guts out but you're trying to work out what my game plan is first.
I roll you onto your back and straddle you - you try to start swiping at my face with your nails but I punch your arms and grin as you cry out in agony. One hand pins your wrists on the floor while the other begins to slap your face. "I'm going to do some very fun things with you, now hears the thing darling - no limits, no fucking safewording here because I want you and I'm going to take you" My hand is at your throat, my fingers tightening around your larynx as I speak - you're wheezing slightly with the constriction but you've relaxed - you know when to fight and when to relent.
Swiftly I'm off you and pulling you to your feet. The pashmina and coat come off and I see you there in your jeans and long sleeved top. Perfect, simply perfect. Your cut lip has swelled and I know you're going to be bruising tomorrow.
I start pushing you over to the work surface, but your resist - cursing, lashing out, spitting. I punch your stomach hard and hear the wind knocked out of you, more slaps rain down on your face and body and you collapse into the work surface.
Now the fun begins. I grab a knife and your wrist. You look up at me with that combination of hate and fear in your face. I point the knife close to your eyeball - you get the message.
BANG! The knife goes into the work surface - you scream out and look in panic. I can't help but laugh. Your top is now pinned to the work surface, so close to your wrist. I slam the palm of my hand down on the hilt of the knife and it wedges in deeper and deeper.
BANG! The same happens again with your other wrist - you're now secured to the work surface.
I take another knife, a large one, perfect for slicing meat and I push the tip under your chin. A little bit of force from me pushes your head up so you're looking at me... I smile, but you see the hard edge in my smile. I'm not fucking around here, there is no softness or tenderness today, just sex and violence.
I remove the knife from under your chin and tell you to open your mouth - the flat edge of the blade is near your lips and I start to slowly move the tip across the line between your lips. You open your mouth and I tell you to stick out your tongue. You do so hesitantly - and I slide the flat edge of the knife along your tongue. The cold metal on your tongue makes you shiver and I tell you to lick the blade. You do so, your eyes not once leaving mine, your tongue flicking over the tip, your saliva dribbling down the blade and onto your top.
I withdraw the blade and grab your top. I'm impressed with whoever sharpens the knives, one slice and your top is in half. You protest loudly and call me a cunt so I flick the knife over your cheek. Yes... Perfect, you scream as the knife cuts your skin and the blood slowly starts to appear in the wound. I rub my finger over it and then rub it over your lips.
Your black bra is again no match and it cuts the connection between the cups. Your large tits spill out and I can't help but sigh at how much I want to start making little cuts on your tits and rubbing my cock in the blood.
There is a genuine look of concern on your face now as to what I'm going to do to you. I'm flicking the tip of the knife over your nipples. You're shutting your eyes trying not to get aroused but your body is betraying your mind - I watch as your nipples shrink, stiffen and get darker.
I put the knife to your throat and tell you to push your cunt out, as you do so I start to unbutton your jeans and pull them down your legs. I watch as your legs shake with the stress position, but I know that you don't want to show me weakness.
Your black knickers are on show, I can see your cunt lips pushed out, straining against the silky material of your knickers. The knife slides between your skin and the knickers and cuts through the material, your cunt is now exposed as your knickers dangle from your hips.
It's so easy to make you moan, the touch of steel on cunt, your arousal on show as I see your cunt juices slide onto the blade...
"Fucking slut", I hiss as I make you lick your cunt juices off the knife. You do it with that expression of defiance and sexual lust, moaning as you lick away. I waste no time in pushing my hand into your throat. I want your saliva and bile on my hand. You gag and retch and I smile and tell you how good you are.
You look at me with disgust as I spit on your cunt and then roughly shove my fingers into your cunt. No messing I said, no niceties - this is rough and violent. I'm fisting you already, the knuckles are inside your cunt and you're screaming out in pleasure and lust and anger at me, calling me a fucking cunt and a rapist and a bastard and whatever else your brain is trying to muster. I place the knife down and slap you across the face hard. Your face moves sharply side to side with each blow as I increase the force of my fisting, your moans are getting more and more guteral as the intensity increases.
I look around and see the rolling pin on the side, my mind races at the thoughts of what I'm going to do to you. I grab it and hold it to your face - you look at me with fear knowing I'm either going to beat you with it or fuck you with it...
"Number one or number two..." I say. Your eyes widen and you shake your head at me "Bad answer... You should have said number one..."
I prize open your mouth and make you gag on it. I hear you retching and almost vomiting, I taunt you saying "I thought you liked big cocks... I thought you prided yourself on a good facefuck"
You cry out as you feel my fingers, slick with your cunt juices push into your arse and begin fucking you. You know what I'm doing and you try to shake your head but you're enjoying this too much. Then you feel it push in. Slowly, deeply the pin pushes in and you're roaring like an animal at me, writhing with pleasure and pain. I tell you to fuck it and you do so instantly, my fingers return to your cunt and there you are, fisted and impaled. Cunt and arse stretched and fucked.
I can tell you're building for an orgasm, but not yet, that's not what i want...
I withdraw the pin and pull my fingers out. I grab your hair and pull you from the work surface onto the floor. Your sleeves are sliced by the knife as I drag you onto all fours...
You hear my belt clink on the floor as you are there on all fours, shaking from being fucked hard. I take the rolling pin and spin the end over... You scream as you feel me bury the pin deep within your cunt and start pummelling it in and out. You feel the saliva dribble down your arse crack and into your arsehole and know where my cock is going.
I'm there squatting over you, fucking your arse and cunt and all you can do is moan and take it. You're desperate for that orgasm, desperate to feel my cum flood your arse and I know you want this to never end.
Your moans time with the rhythm of my cock and the pin fucking you, deep and intense everytime. I show no mercy, I want you to cum and I want to cum inside you. This is sex between two people who know what they want and know the other person will deliver.
I feel your body stiffen and your voice get louder and louder as your orgasm builds, you're making my balls harden and become painful as I know I want to cum within you. For once there is sinchronicity. We cum together, our calls egging each other on to cum.
We both cry out as I feel the slickness of your cunt against the pin and you feel the cum entering your arse. But I'm not done just yet, this is the last act of the play and it needs to end.
I pull out and watch the cum dribble out of your arse as I do so, you remain bent over, unable to react or respond as you recover from the orgasm. I come to the front of you and force my cock in your mouth - my last acts of savagery. I know you hate ass to mouth but I don't care. I want you to know that I am in charge. You suck regardless, to exhausted and shocked to fight. My cock is still hard and I grunt as you lick and suck furiously until it is clean. Withdrawing there is one final act of degredation. You jerk into life as you feel my piss spray over your face and body, I'm calling you a whore and a slut and telling you this is what you deserve.
Finally I'm done - you're a mess, satisfied but a mess. I kneel down to look at you and those big dark eyes look up at me from the wet matted hair draped over your face.
"Closure darling. We're done. This is goodbye". I kiss your face gently and stand up.
Walking away I get to the kitchen doorway when you call out my name softly. The tone is so un-you that I turn.
"Drew", you say looking up at me, "See you around soon"
I smile, this is a genuine smile of love and affection for someone so special to me, someone who made me become who I am.
"No you won't" I say softly.
I walk out of the house, to my car and drive away.
We're done. Goodbye
| 10 Nov 10, 12:32 PM xXx_scarlet_xXx UK, 4 yrs |
She'll like that!  (º•.¸(¨*•.¸¸.•*¨)¸.•º) «.•°•. Scarlet .•°•.» (¸.•º(¸.•¨**¨•.¸)º•.¸) | |
| 10 Nov 10, 1:10 PM River_Deep UK, 6 yrs |
If you did that to my kitchen benches I would knife you in the bloody back!!! It is not what you say or do but the way you say or do it | |
| 10 Nov 10, 1:28 PM Drew_Heller UK(LS), 4 yrs  |
R_D - that I do know!!! | |
| 10 Nov 10, 1:37 PM foxgirl UK(LN), 22 mths |
I'm admittedly a hormonal wreck, but whilst that was lovely and hot it also made me tear up. I am more than anyone thinks I can be. | |
| 10 Nov 10, 2:35 PM Relaxed_and_Chaotic UK(SE), 3 yrs  |
^^ this.... *sniffle* "There is no such thing as liberty. You only change one sort of domination for another. All we can do is to choose our master." D. H. Lawrence | |
| 10 Nov 10, 2:37 PM successfu1 5 yrs |
"Yes, but that's just not relevant.." | |
| 10 Nov 10, 4:02 PM celeste13 UK(SN), 6 yrs |
Fantastically arousing writing. i loved reading it. c xxx i'm not cheap, but i'm on special this week. | |
| 10 Nov 10, 10:34 PM Scarlet_Cheex UK(NE), 5 yrs |
*Faints* xxx | |
| 1 Dec 10, 9:19 PM insanity_sane1 UK(NG), 18 mths  |
Breathless "Do not dwell in the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment." ~Buddha |
