himself, trying to hold on to the anger he’d managed to summon.
She began stroking him with her hands, rubbing
her body against him. “Jesse,” she crooned breathily, curling her fingers
around his cock and making his belly clench spasmodically. “I need this. I
hurt. Please, Jesse.”
He ground his teeth, squeezing his eyes tightly
as pleasure akin to pain went through him. Mindless, driven purely by
instinct, he reached for her. The chains thwarted him, jerking his mind back
to his goal.
He didn’t want to fuck her. He wanted to
throttle her.
He was almost relieved when she ceased to stroke
his cock, sliding her hands upward along his body. The relief was short
lived. She slipped her arms around him, plastering her body against his. A
groan escaped him in spite of all he could do as she curled around him, pressing
her hips rhythmically against him so that he could feel the moist heat of her
cleft teasing his cock.
He held his breath. He struggled with his beast.
He lost control as she grasped his cock and
pushed it between her thighs. Uttering a guttural growl, he began moving in
counter to her thrusts, trying to push his cock inside of her when he could get
no leverage to do so. The effort cost him, drove him beyond the ability to
reason. The certainty hit him that, like the food and water he was taunted with
and not allowed to taste, the cold bitch had deviced a new torment for him, to
tease him with Erin, her smell, her touch, with the possibility of assuaging
his need for her and dangle it just out of reach.
He strained against the manacles again, this time
with no goal in mind other than penetration. He scarcely noticed the abrupt
release of the chains beyond the fact that his efforts to grab her were
rewarded. He dug his fingers into her buttocks, bending his knees and driving
upward as he pulled her thighs apart. His cock slipped along her cleft, just
barely penetrating the opening of her body. It was enough, though, to send him
over the edge. Seizing her, he turned as he lifted upward for leverage, braced
her against the wall drove into her in a series of desperate lunges. A shudder
went through him as he felt her moist heat closing around him.
He sought her mouth, nipping her neck with the
edge of his teeth as she twisted her face away.
She groaned with a mixture of pleasure and pain
as he plowed ruthlessly past her resisting muscles, heaving against her in hard
thrusts until he was buried inside of her to the root of his member.
He couldn’t think beyond his own burning need.
Scouring her tender flesh with his lips, his teeth, and his tongue, he began
pumping into her with barely leashed savagery, his movements as frenzied as his
need was desperate. She cried out, jerking as her body convulsed in pleasure.
The sound drove him beyond even the tenuous hold
that remained to him. He groaned hoarsely as his orgasm caught him and he felt
his body pumping his seed into her.
Weakness washed over him as he spent himself on
her, his arms and legs beginning to tremble with fatigue.
Through the darkness of expended ecstasy, a
thread of reason emerged. He dragged in a shaky breath, allowing her to slide
down the wall until her feet touched the floor. Even as he reached for her
beautiful white throat, however, the chains tightened, pulling his arms over
his head.
He let out a roar of fury, surging against the
manacles.
Her eyes opened, widened slightly as she slid
weakly to the floor.
Awareness flickered in the depths of her eyes,
and terror--and revulsion.
“Next time,
Kevin Malarkey; Alex Malarkey