Page 57 of Cut Me Down

“Well, I don’t know what else to call it.” I reach up with my hand and grab her chin before slowly dragging her close to my face. Close enough to where she can feel my desire for her on my breath.

“You’re mine, Ashia, and no one else’s. You can call it a relationship or put whatever label you want on it. Girlfriend, future wife, hell you want to get married tomorrow? Wouldn’t bother me. I don’t just want you for sex. I want every piece of your body, mind, and soul, and I'll have it. Our souls are intertwined, and they will be until heaven and hell separate us, but even then I'll come for you. So, if it helps you to put a label on it, then go right ahead. Because if that’s what it’s going to take for this to stop feeling like an option to you, then so be it.” She stares into my eyes, and from the dilation in her pupils, she can see just how fucking serious I am.

“I would rather claw out my own eyes than see you look at another man the way you look at me. Plunge a knife in my ear rather than hear you say another man’s name. I want to be the only one you think of, and the only man that knows how to make your knees weak with need. The only man you see in your dreams should be me, and I want to be the only one that brings that sweet smile to your face.” I take a deep breath, inhaling her intoxicating vanilla aura. “I’d rather die than have another man make you smile.” Her eyes tug at my heartstrings every time I look at them, and just glancing at her smooth face and lips makes my chest feel heavy. Especially when they look at me so endearingly like this. “Fuck, you are gorgeous.” Her eyes soften, and I realize that she’s not sure how to respond to that.

Has no one told her how beautiful she is before? From what I know so far, probably not, and if they did it was because they wanted something from her or just wanted to try and fuck her. Her breath hitches as she finally comes up with a response.

“Well, we’re definitely not getting married tomorrow, and I certainly don’t need a label.” She forces out with heavy breath. I wonder how hard it was for her to push that attitude along. Little does she know, her attitude gets me hard.

“Girlfriend it is then.” I grab her wrist and pull her into the bedroom and shut her door. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I can feel my cock straining against my zipper. The urge to jerk her up and throw her on to the bed comes barreling in like a runaway truck, but I compose myself. “Take off your clothes.”

“What if I don’t want too?” Her ever-present battle between wanting me and pushing me away continues in her head. Why does she like torturing herself like that? Does she get off on the thrill? The unknown? Does her mind reject it because of her past?

“I could rip them off and prove how badly your body wants me to fuck it.” I slowly step up to her again, unable to resist the urge to adjust my straining dick. “I bet your cunt is glistening, waiting for my cock.” I see her slight shutters and her breath hitch. I'm right. Of course I'm right, I know my little wolf’s body better than she does. Her body loves to be commanded, and if she would just give in a little and focus on enjoying it, she’d realize her mind does too.

Of course, she wouldn’t know the difference between dominance and abuse. She’s never been taught otherwise. The lines between passion and aggression have never existed for her, if she’s ever known true passion at all. She’s slowly learning the difference, and I'll be as patient with her as she needs me to be.

I reach up and grab the very top of her throat, carefully wrapping my fingers around her delicate, still bruised skin, so I can clasp my hand around her jaw in a show of dominance.

“Show me.” I demand. My voice coming out in a dark form. She lets a sexy little whimper escape, and she might as well be getting on her knees. My hard dick is so hard and strained that I have to stop myself from coming right then.

She unbuttons her jeans and slides them down. The slow, tantalizing movements give me the best strip tease of my life. I know she’s nervous, but she has no need to be. If she knew the power she truly holds over me, she would never doubt how beautiful she is.

The moment she stands back up I pull her shirt and bra off of her. Practically tearing the fabric with the force of my impatience and exposing her perfect breasts to me. I cusp and glide my hand back and forth over her wet pussy, so wet it’s dripping, and I begin ravaging her body. Placing my teeth and tongue all along her neck and her breasts. On top of them, in between them, underneath them.

I can’t contain myself. This woman has me wound up. The electricity I feel when I touch her is unlike anything else, and I let it surge as I insert two fingers inside of her. My digits brush and rub against her hot, slick walls, and the moment I find the right spot inside her, my cock twitches. Her arms reach up and wrap around my neck and that pulls me to stop, but only for a moment, because when I start again, I'm going to ruin her.

“Do you want me to fuck you like my girlfriend? Or fuck you like a whore?” Her eyes flutter closed to my words, and I can tell that her answer gets stuck behind a moan threatening to escape. “How about a little bit of both?”

Shockingly, she reaches up and kisses me. Her lips press against mine with so much urgency that I can feel the desperation radiating off of her. I force my tongue in her mouth as I desperately thrust my fingers in and out of her before pulling back and practically clawing at my own clothes. Her own hands join in, quickly helping me undress out of my bloodied clothes and throwing the garments across the room.

I fist my cock as I wrap my free arm around her, grab on to that perfect ass, and lift her up. Driving myself into her in a single thrust as she wraps her legs around me and clings to me. Preparing for the wildest ride of her life. Her grip on my shoulders tightens as her walls flutter around my cock to adjust, and the moan she releases instantly has my balls tightening.

Turning toward the bed, I hold her hips against me with one arm, and her legs tighten their hold. Wrapping around me with such force, I’m not sure she’ll ever let go. I push her torso over, still holding on to her hips and keeping myself buried deep inside her. As she falls back, she catches herself on the bed with her hands, creating a perfect arch with her body, leading from the mattress to my dick. Her head dangles, and her long, straight hair is draped over the bed. Laying in a perfect river of black along the soft sheets.

“Such a good girl, you know what you want.” I praise her as I run my hand up and down her stretched body, feeling every tightened muscle on her abdomen leading down to her breasts, then back up towards me. All the way back to her delicious cunt, her clit screaming to be touched. I start to move slowly, keeping her featherlight body up as I watch my dick slide out of her sweet cunt. Only for it to disappear again as I push myself back in. A little faster than before and admiring the way her pussy stretches to accommodate me. With every inch that sinks back into her, I lose another piece of my control. Completely snapping the moment I bottom out.

My inner demons surface. The unhinged beast I evolve into when I’m near her overtakes me, and I begin pounding her. Abusing that heavenly little cunt in the way she secretly craves. The lewd sounds of her juices and the slapping of our skin fills the room, and only drives me harder and faster. Determined to wreck her so intensely that the shape of my cock is permanently imprinted into her walls.

Even with my brutal pace, my gaze never strays. My eyes lock onto where our bodies connect, and watch as my cock moves in and out, over and over, coming out more slick every time. Her juices dripping down her pelvis and over my base.

Her body is a sight to behold. The way her breasts sway and bounce, she jolts with every deep thrust, and the way her walls flutter and suck me back in almost has me drooling. Those delicious abdominal muscles tense and relax with our movements, and I can’t help sink my fingertips into her luscious skin. Hard enough to bruise, but I don’t feel any ounce of remorse. She needs to learn that not all bruises are caused by malicious abuse. Some mistreatments can be the most pleasurable, and I’ll prove that to her with her throbbing clit.

The moment my calloused thumb touches aching bead, she cries out, and her walls begin to flutter and clench around my length. A moan of satisfactions slips from my lips, and I rhythmically swirl my thumb around her clit at the same pace as my thrusts. With every drive, I bury myself inside of her, forcing myself as deep as possible. Making sure to hit that sweet spot that has me groaning and her gasping. I can’t quite hear myself over her screams and moans, and I'm not sure I've ever heard something so beautiful.

“Fuck, I love your voice! Howl for me!” I say through gritted teeth and short grunts.

“Oh God Damien! Right there! Please don’t stop!” Her whole body begins to tremble, and I can tell from the short, panting moans coming from her mouth that she’s about to come. My balls quickly tighten to the realization, and as I feel her sweet liquid drench my cock, I empty myself into her. Burying myself inside her as my balls draw up and my cock explodes. Flooding her with my cum.

I pump into her slowly to finish her off. Feeling her pussy slowly starting to ease while my dick softens inside her. Pulling out of her feels like a crime, and the whimper that escapes her throat from the emptiness actually makes my heart sink. It’s the same feelings associated with looking at puppies without homes. So, when her body attempts to relax, I pull her back up to me. Desperate to feel her sweat dewed skin against mine. The silky strands of her hair whip forward and brush along my skin. Caressing me with such softness my eyes flutter.

Her sweet, vanilla scent reaches my nostrils, and it instantly calms me. She’s so close right now, and I don’t want to let her go. Like if I ever stopped touching her my heart would freeze. My grip on her tightens as I kiss her through her heavy breathing, and her lips taste like my last meal.

Everything I wanted and have been starving for. It’s as if I haven't kissed them for the past six days, and I needed her lips to survive a painful death. She drapes herself over and around me in the most compelling way. Securing her permanent place in existence.

I'm sure her muscles are screaming at her from all of the sexual torment I’ve put it through this past week. That few minutes of a massage yesterday was not near enough for her, but I know the perfect thing. Leaning down carefully, I lay her on the bed, run my hand through her hair, and brush the smooth strands from her gorgeous face. I can’t help but admire her wrecked form. Her eyes are half lidded, her mouth is parted slightly, and her breaths are deep and slow. She’s still coming down, and she looks as if she might pass out.

After covering her with her blanket and making sure she’s comfortable, I walk into the bathroom and start to run some bath water. Once I bring her home and can lay her into my large tub, I’ll be able to bathe her like she deserves. Though, for now, this small tub at the base of her shower/tub combo will have to do.

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