by Liza James
“Do as I say and there won’t be consequences,” I remind her. She has a role to play in this, she knows where she stands.
She tilts her head back, looking at my strong form over her shoulder before she speaks, “And what if I like the consequences?”
Her words course through me, lighting up a new wave of instinctual responses. My heart hammers, pounding against my chest while my cock twitches behind my sweats. It’s painfully throbbing to be inside her, to move against her and fill her up the way she fucking needs. Hard and rough, until she’s crying and whimpering in both agony and indulgence.
I groan and roll my hips against her ass, letting my free hand slide up the front of her body, grasping the hem of my shirt and pulling it up with me.
“Wait—Nathanial, I’m not wearing a b—”
“Quiet, Stella. We don’t want anyone to hear,” I whisper in her ear, cutting her off as I fully expose her glorious chest. I pull her hands back, arching her even further as I look over her shoulder and take them in.
Perfect pink nipples, hard as Hell, and tight against her heavy breasts. God, to know what those fucking taste like. Probably perfect, an intoxicating high I want to surrender to.
“What if someone walks in?” she asks as her voice breaks off in apprehension.
“No one will. Not if you’re a good girl and do as you’re told, right?” I let go of her wrists and flip her around, leaning back so that I can slide a hand slowly up her stomach until my thumb brushes across her stiff nipple. “Yes?” I demand acknowledgement, pinching the hard tip roughly between my thumb and forefinger until she flinches.
She gasps, attempting to pull out of my touch but I don’t let go, holding in her place even tighter until a quiet whimper escapes and she opens her mouth, “Yes.”
I let go immediately, soothing it again by brushing my thumb across the sensitized tip. “Good girl.”
I shift to grasp her other breast, but she quickly reaches forward and pulls my hand into her own, turning it over and finding the injury of where I smashed the mugs earlier. Her eyes lift to mine briefly, before dropping again and intentionally sliding her fingers through my blood. I watch closely, strangely turned on by the sight of my blood on her body.
“Why were you angry?” she asks quietly, and I fight the urge to immediately shut her out. I don’t want her to know, she isn’t ready for the truth. But fuck is it getting harder and harder to do this. Her voice infects me, calls to me, begs for her to be mine. I need to push her away, but I so badly want to claim her for myself.
I pause, refusing to answer right away as she lifts my hand and brings it toward her lips. Her eyes fall to mine, holding my gaze as she slides her tongue out and gently trails it across the back of my hand, licking along my flesh and coasting through my blood.
Fuck.
I’ve never done anything like this with anyone, never found blood or pain or this darkness enticing with anyone but Stella. She pulls it out of me, this dark nature that I crave to feed and grow and then strangle her with. I want to let the both us drown in this abyss together.
Her tongue is tinged red and when she lifts her other hand and grazes her thumb across the same bloodied wound, she then slides it across her bottom lip. She tugs it down, literally marking herself with my fucking blood and I lose it. Lose every sense of self control I thought I had. I’m feeling awfully wicked right now, and my corruption is hungry to devour her.
I pull my hand from hers, finally answering her question. “Because I’m always angry when it comes to you,” I grind out and then I launch forward and claim her mouth with my own. I hungrily slide my tongue along the seam of her lips, savoring the taste of my own blood on her flesh. She opens for me, inviting the monster I am to seize her.
I scrape my teeth along her swollen lower lip, sucking and possessing until I bite down so hard that she bleeds. We fuse together, our flavors uniting as one in an explosion of forbidden arousal and sin. She moans into my mouth as I lift her to the counter and push her legs apart, forcing myself in between them until I’m flush against her body.
“Fuck, Stella. I’m supposed to stay away from you,” I say as I wrap her hair in my fist and pull her head back. I reach forward and lift my own shirt off her stomach again after it had fallen forward, but I pull it up and behind her neck this time, not removing it completely. The fabric bites into her side of her throat, and when she tries to maneuver herself away from it, I slide my hand around the base of her jaw and hold her in place. With both my hand and my shirt binding her against me, I use my thumb to tilt her chin up and meet my eyes.
“I don’t want you to stay away,” she hums, and I hate how my body fills with both lust and anger at her words. I shut my eyes briefly in frustration as my hand tightens around her throat.
Her hips roll against mine and I can’t help but let go of her hair and grip her waist, dragging her pussy against my cock so that I can continue grinding against her. She moans, and I catch the sound against my lips as I dive against her once again, maintaining control over her with my hold. Her lips part for me and my tongue slides against her own, consuming and reveling in the way our bodies move in sync with each other.
“It doesn’t matter what you want.” Simple. Straight to the point. True.
I take my hand and slip it under the lower hem of her panties, letting my fingers slide all the way across, my knuckles brushing against her clit, until they glide through to the other side. I close my fist until it pulls into a thick cord of fabric against her pussy and then I harshly yank it up, until she gasps and writhes in front of me. In one moment, she’s trying to pull away, in the next, she’s rolling her hips and using the friction against her clit to her advantage.
“Do you want to hurt me?” she asks as her eyelids fall low and that ghosted phase slips over her eyes. She held off for a long time, but I can tell both of our walls are collapsing, crumbling in between us. My eyes do the same, falling into that phase alongside her and feeding from this moment.
“Yes,” I answer honestly. Her pain, when by my hand, turns me the fuck on. But only when I can control every single aspect of it.
“Do you want to fuck me?” she presses further, and I push my hips into hers, letting my cock nudge and press against her pussy while I pull her panties tighter against her clit. She gasps and her hands lift to the waistband of my sweats as she tries to drag them down.
She’s greedy, getting closer to her release and I’ve barely fucking touched her. That’s part of the power that flows between us. We don’t get off simply on the pleasure we physically impose on each other. We get off on the mindfuck, the conflict of dominance and submission, the struggle of giving in and holding back. I can give her an orgasm without ever touching her core. Ever stroking her clit. I merely have to fuck her head in order to draw out her bliss.
But I’m selfish, and I’m here to do both.
I slam against her, pinning her hand against my lower stomach so that she can’t release my cock. But in the same movement, I’m dry fucking her even harder, crushing her into the counter as I slip my free hand to her ass and grip it roughly. I’ll leave bruises, I know it. But the thought of seeing my Demons marking her skin, searing themselves into her flesh so that she wakes up remembering she belongs to me?
That’s my own bliss. And I’m fucking taking it.
My body is completely at his mercy. As is my mind. My spirit. All of it. His blood is on my tongue, his hand is around my throat, and I’m drowning in both pain at the tight hold he has on my panties, and the undeniable pleasure that laces alongside it.
The pain. It’s my fucking drug. But Nathanial’s control over my aching desire is the real addiction.
“Yes,” he answers again, but I know that doesn’t mean he’ll give in. All I want right now is his barely held back cock, to slip inside of me and satiate this fucking hunger.
I’m dying to have him, to give him everything he wants as well, and to take everything I can from him. I shut my eyes in disap
pointment, because I know what his body is telling me, the way he’s refusing to give me an inch in order to release him. He’s saying no, even though everything else about him is screaming yes.
“Neither of those are the questions you should be asking though, Stella,” he starts, and my eyes drift open at the hard tenor of his voice. He continues rocking against my pussy, driving into me and pushing me closer to the edge of an orgasm. “What you should want to know, is whether I’m going to let you come.”
My eyes widen at his words. Mother fucker better get me off while I’m this fucking close. “Nathanial, I swear to God—” His hand tightens around my throat, to the point where I can’t answer him. I maintain grasping the threads of oxygen he’s allowing me, but I’m distracted by the way my clit is throbbing uncontrollably against the head of his raging cock.
“Did you forget what I said already? Consequences. And I love watching you choke, baby girl.” He moves faster, dragging me farther to the edge, where I’m barely sitting on the counter as he snatches my panties again and wraps them around his fist, the fabric is ripping into me, in such a painful and intoxicating way that I’m closing in on that orgasm in mere seconds. But my mind is split between pleasure and breathing. I’m relying on my constricted airflow to even get me to the point of an orgasm but literally losing myself to the wildfire that’s exploding between us.
Nathanial’s lips trail across my neck, biting and nipping my skin until it’s—I’m sure—welted with red washes that mark me in everything that is him. His grip on my throat relaxes, and I’m able to drag in more breaths as I focus on the friction from his cock and the rope against my clit.
“Do you want to come?” he asks, his dominating voice rips through my body and sends shocks of arousal flooding my lower belly.
“Yes,” I say, hoping he gives in and finally lets me.
“Ask me for permission.” God, I’m so fucking close. It’s torture.
Submission. That’s what he wants. That’s the power I have to play in this moment. It may seem weak to some, to submit to another in the heat of vulnerability and sex.
But I can promise that it isn’t. It’s the strongest I’ve ever felt, having the ability to play him just as seductively as he plays me. We’re an orchestra, performing on each other like inspired musicians. We’re lost in the music, creating something beautiful grounded in darkness.
Because while I get off on his demands, he gets off just the same on my answers, my questions, my pleads and concessions. I hold just as much power as he does.
“Please? Can I please come?” The words fall from my mouth like butter, like I was created to say them, and they light my skin on fire in every single possible way. They appeal to me just as much as they appeal to him. A beautiful detonation ignited by my desire to submit and his need to dominate.
His hand immediately drops from my throat and slides between my legs. I hold on by wrapping my hands behind his neck, tangling my fingers in the strands of his hair. I’m in this new moment where I don’t have to pretend it’s him when I’m with someone else, it really is him. So, I look for his eyes, those piercing blue expanses that whip through me and drown me in his corruption.
He doesn’t even wait, he slips two fingers inside of me, instantly stretching me in a way that’s raw and aching for more at the same time. He rips my panties up higher and pumps in and out of me in sync. My body melts for him, draping around his form as my head falls forward and moans escape my lips in a messy mix of need and want.
“Good girl,” he says as he continues moving inside me, pulling me towards my orgasm that’s cresting and twisting in my core.
“Fuck, yes,” I mutter, as I arch my back and move with him, both of us working toward the same goal. He pounds into me, with his fucking hand, and my drenched pussy is taking everything he’s throwing at me. My clit is sore, painfully so, but also swollen with every single desire the rest of me is experiencing. I’m right on the edge, about to come when I hear the steps of someone moving up behind me.
I feel Nathanial’s head lift, just barely, but he doesn’t slow down. Instead he turns towards me just a bit and whispers in my ear, “Do you want Leon to watch you come for me?”
While he speaks the words, I see Leon step up behind Nathanial’s back. He’s a few feet away, but his eyes meet mine in a wash of darkness. His are so deep they’re black, and I see the hints of his phase ghosting over the edges.
“Yes,” I say, loud enough for both Leon and Nathanial to hear. Nathanial laughs lightly against my shoulder as he moves even faster, and my gaze locks onto Leon’s while I watch him slide his hand down the front of his jeans.
Fuck, fuck. I’m stuck, at this place where both men are holding this authority over me. Nathanial is always in control, but Leon steals little bits of it when he wants, and all of a sudden, I want him to give me permission as well.
“Tell her she’s allowed to come. She wants both of our approval,” Nathanial commands from him, like he knows exactly where my head is lingering. He reads me so well, better than anyone has ever been able to. I know what it is about us that gives him this subtle insight, but I can’t let myself think about that right now.
“Go ahead and come, Red. I want to hear your pretty moans and watch that fucking face of yours,” Leon says, his voice low and dark as he unzips his jeans and releases his heavy cock from the constrains of his black briefs. He strokes himself slowly, and my body completely unravels at the two of them in front of me.
I explode, coming around Nathanial’s fingers as he slows his thrusts but let’s me ride it out against his hand. I’m lost in my own moans as they cascade around me and my vision goes hazy. Leon continues stroking himself, picking up speed just slightly as I drift through my orgasm.
Just as I’m about to relax, Nathanial’s body tenses and straightens as he pulls out of me.
“On your knees,” he orders, but I’m surprised and caught off guard by what he’s saying. I hesitate for a moment, letting my gaze fall between the two of them. The remnants of my orgasm pass by and my mind tries to logically make sense of what’s happening.
Leon doesn’t look at all amused, or like he’s slowing down any time soon. This isn’t over yet.
“I said, on your fucking knees, Stella.” Nathanial grabs my hair and pulls me off the counter by it, straining my scalp as he pushes me to the ground. My knees hit the floor, and that pool of heat immediately returns to my lower belly, slicking my pussy in addition to what’s left from my potent orgasm.
“Yes, sir,” I say as I tilt my head up and look at him. His eyes widen at my use of sir, but I can tell he loves it, his entire body is screaming at me to take him. I glance around him to Leon, who has stepped just a bit closer, angling himself to my side so that he can see what’s happening.
“Take out my cock and suck it,” he says, yanking me forward by my hair. I pause for a moment, trying to process the fact that this is really happening. That I’m about to suck Nathanial off in front of Leon. That it’s wrong and that I fucking love every second of it.
“Did you hear me? Or should I punish you, baby girl?” He speaks again and I shoot forward, my shaky hands quickly slip into the waistband of his sweats and briefs as I tug them both down at once.
His thick cock springs forward, heavy and powerful as I sit up higher on my knees. God, it’s perfect. Long and hard and my pussy instantly pulses at the sight of him. I know for a fact I won’t be able to take his entire length in my mouth, no fucking way.
“Fuck, I can’t take that,” I start, sitting back on my legs before he has the chance to halt me. “You’re too big, I’ll choke.”
Nathanial’s cock twitches, literally throbs in front of me at my words. It’s enticing me, tempting me and I glance over to see Leon’s completely white gaze fallen to me.
“Good, you know how much I love that. Now fucking suck before I force it down your throat.” He yanks me forward until the head of his cock presses against my lips. I don’t have a choice,
I part them so I can catch a breath and he pushes inside of me. His cock fills my mouth, his taste and flavor slipping against my tongue and infecting my mind.
I try, taking him in as far as I can as he slides my head back and forth across his dick. I can taste the salty pearl of his precum as it hits my tongue, driving me to take even more of him. I need to open my throat before he comes in my mouth.
Before I know what’s happening, Leon is at my side, crouching down and whispering in my ear. “Suck him off, Red. Make it fucking good, I want to watch you gag.” His hand falls to the nape of my neck, while Nathanial’s stays wrapped in my hair. The two of them work together, forcing me even farther down his cock. I choke for a brief second, before I’m pushing my head back and trying to catch a breath. But they’re quicker, and in an instant, I’m being pushed even farther, until he fills my throat and stretches me out for him. I feel the tears brimming my eyes as I gag, but fuck if I’m not turned on by their combined dominance and the way Nathanial is fucking my face.
“Take his cock in your hand and stroke him,” Nathanial’s voice cuts through the tension as he pulls my head back and tilts me up to look at him.
“What?” I ask, surprised that he would even suggest this. My cheeks heat with apprehension. I glance back to Leon who straightens up and stands at my side, his cock now standing on the other side of my face.
“You heard me. You can stroke him, but don’t put your fucking mouth on him. That belongs to me.” He turns to look at Leon, “You know the rules. Touch her pussy and I’ll fucking kill you.”
I’m still surprised, but Nathanial’s hand fists my hair again as he pulls me forward and back onto his hard length.
“You heard the boss. Touch my fucking cock, Red.” Leon’s smirk is plastered across his face as he stands at my side. I simultaneously submit to sucking Nathanial’s cock while I reach up with a shaky hand and begin stroking Leon’s.