“Ugh,” I grasp my stomach, my chest, my legs, but the wounds closed up as I had rapid healing and the bullets reversed from out of me and the bullets dropped onto the floor, and then I asked the fellas...
“So, I guess you all have trust issues? I was going to give y’all interest, now I am just going to take all y’all shit, and fuck y’all up.”
These grown men were yelling, and shouting, “what the fuck!!!” I swiftly struck all of them at the same time. With lightning speed, hitting each and every one of them. And the last one I ripped his heart out.
“Those shots weren’t too bad, very nice aim, I’m impressed. But next time, ‘put some fucking heart into it,’ motherfucker.” I ripped his heart out and I had that shit in the palm of my hand. And then I sucked the blood from it. I took all the wallets out of their pockets, their cell phones and got all other information I needed. Credit cards, ID’s just in case I needed finger prints in money vaults, and bank accounts. Cell phones, and their finger prints from that as well, in case I needed passwords, to unlock everything. I got the money, shit, I should open a club in each of the boroughs, just so I can say, ‘I damn near fucking run New York.’
I took all their ID’s so if I needed, I could shape shift into each one of them with no issues to obtain whatever I wanted to obtain. Nothing and nobody would stand in my fucking way, of what I wanted. I see it, and I want it. If I wanted it, it was already mine………
Chapter 8- Love Bites
I didn’t head home right away. I arrived at this local bar, heading home was the last thing on my mind. With this new life, home never felt like home anymore. I sat at the bar, and this lovely lady sat down right next to me. She was ordering ‘sex on the beach.’ I snickered to myself, and she looked over.
“I’m sorry,” I apologized to her, “that choice of drink always gives me a laugh.” I said. She smiled and asked me, “hello, what’s your name?” I replied, “it’s Discipline.” She stares at me with a flat stare, her gaze stared me up and down, as if she was measuring me up. Wondering why I would have a name as such. She then asked me...
“Really? Like really? I’m fucking tired of you men and your lies” I smirk, then I told her, “Discipline is what they call me, what I prefer people to address me as. However, I do go by another name, my real name. My government name, and if you care to know that, then you will earn it. And as far as your statement for, ‘all men,’ no one told you to deal with all men.”
She was astonished with a facial expression like, ‘how dare you!’ With her mouth opened wide. I guess she never had a man speak to her the way I just did. “I’m not like that at all, it’s a figure of speech.” That’s what she said to me, defending her statement. I then laughed and then said to her, “bad figure of speech. Look, if you want to deal with all men, that is your problem. It’s a free country here
in America.” She let out a deep breath of frustration, “I told you, I am not like that, I am not dealing, nor have I dealt with all men.” I got her again, “okay, so, your statement means what? If you systematically, and consciously place all men in a certain category, that’s what you will always obtain and attract. However, not all men are how you perceive them. A woman that says, ‘all men are the same,’ clearly has never met a Dominant man. She clearly has never met Discipline.”
She raised an eyebrow in a sense of curiosity. We then began to talk a little bit more. I asked her, “what if there were no systems? What if there were no machines? I mean, no real machine can amplify, real power. What if there were no guns? Only powers? Superpowers?” she raised an eyebrow again to me. And I continued, “they put all their faith into machines, they can target and aim at whomever they choose, but they can never touch God. Does God give life? Does he take life? If he does both, what does that make him?”
She had no answer for me, she exclaimed softly, “my goodness, that’s deep.” Then she asked me, “what powers would you love to have?” I then gazed into her eyes firmly, “what powers would I love to have, that I do not have already?” She laughed at me, “ha-ha, I’m serious, what powers would you love to have?” I told her, “I’m serious as well, but if I were to have a power that I do not have?” I paused and thought about it, then I answered her, “it would be to bring back a life that was taken.” If I had powers, it would be to bring Precious back, but, that shit is not happening, she is gone forever, and there is
nothing I could really do with that. Nothing to do but to accept what is. She was a little calmer towards me after that talk, and there was a power I wanted, and I didn’t tell her about, and that was to be everywhere. To have the ability to entice every damn mind in the entire world.
Talking to me, it was like she grew comfortable around me, I told her, “don’t be so quick to judge a book by its cover, you could learn something from a man. Not all of them are placed in the same category as you would believe. Know this, a woman will never love a man truly whom she cannot learn from.” And then she said...
“I mean, you’re right, you do have a point, it’s just that ‘Love Bites.’ It really does. It sucks. Her choice of words were just the worst for a time like this, when hunger is kicking into my system. I stared into her eyes, and I said, “come to me.” I had her in a trance. Blowing magic into her ear…
“Come to me, then cum for me. Let’s get out of here.” She gazed into my eyes and she didn’t look away, nor did she blink… “yes let’s go, please.” She said to me in agreement. I paid the tab, and we left.
I ripped off her clothes as soon as we got to the room. I took off my tie, and I bound her wrists together and I tied the lead end to a piece on top of the bed. I took off her sheer cut lace nylon panties, I licked her body from head to toe. To the point of where I reached her pussy. I sucked and tug on her clit. Love bites I left on her inside thigh. Love Bites I left on her legs. I ate that pussy like it was my last meal. I traced the number 8, on her clit. Flicking my tongue now, back and forth. Side to side. I spread her pussy lips wide apart. I played with her pearl. Explored her. Teased her. Controlled her in so many ways. Dominated her entire existence. Manhandled her. Pinning her legs back towards her ears. She can complain about her legs later. But when the endorphins kick in, and the oxytocin and dopamine are released from her pituitary gland, not only does she forget where she is. She forgets feeling the pain. Mostly because she is not thinking of the pain.
Heels in the air. Slithering my hand towards her throat. Tight grip. Squeezing the flesh around it with my strong muscular fingers. Feeling the blood rushing throughout her body, turned me on even more. Pinning her wrists to the bed with my big hand. Curling my fingers inward into her scalp. Grasping a fist full of her hair. Tugging, just to anchor her head towards me. I see what I want. I take what I want. No question marks. She’s already invited me in. Now I take her like she’s never been taken before.
I shoved my thick, long, chocolate cock inside her drenched pussy hole. Stroking through and between her drenched, begging pussy lips. That pussy hole was so tight, it squeezed my cock like a vice grip. Walls closing in, my thrusting was spreading her walls wide open.
“Cream on my cock, cream on my cock.” I demanded. She did just that, and then once I came with her, my fangs extended, and I sank them deep into her neck. Drinking her entire blood. Love does bite, and it can drain you out of your life. I growled at the moon. She was dead.
I got dressed, and I was out of that hotel faster than a man running home because dinner was ready, and he’d been starving all fucking day. I got out of there, faster than a bank job. I fucking owned the fucking night. I then met another young lady, and I was going on a rampage. Murdering all the pussy I could get and feasting on their flesh.
I could love a woman from the bottom of my heart. With every fucking cell in my being, and still hurt her. Still punish her and hold her accountable for her actions. Why? Three things; one, I never forget who the fuck I am. Two, no one controls Discipline, but Discipline. Three, I didn't get to where I was today by fol
lowing, I fucking lead. I'm a difficult man to love, and to get along with, I know that. Does love bite? Perhaps. But, it also bites and sucks. Whether it's people in my life, the things I engage in, or pain alone, my assertive character is different from the norm. However, if a woman was able to love me properly. Accepting me for what I am. Who I was, as I her, she could get things beyond her wildest dreams. If a woman could love this lunatic, tattooed, chocolate maniac, savage monster, I would never let her go.
Unless it was a hard limit of hers that we agreed upon and discussed prior to this relationship, she is to do what I demand at all times. How I want it, when and where I want it. No exceptions.. When it came to other men…when it came to immortals even, they may be good, I just have way more to offer. I met this dominatrix of a woman, yet she was a masochist woman at the same time. I said, to her…
“This gives me power over you. Now, I will not use that power over you, however, if I have to in order to control you, I will. I will withhold this big, good chocolate dick from you to control you, until you learn and understand what this life of mine entails. If I must hold pain from you because that’s what you crave? I will. You will know where you belong, who the fuck I am, what you are to me, and what this pleasurable, peaceful and serene, dynamic entails. You will understand the magnitude to this lifestyle. Tranquility, which is only to be interrupted by misbehavior, or when we fuck or play. We can play games together, but, you are never to play games with me. Because, I said so. Also, because you will find yourself playing checkers, with a man playing chess.
Nowadays, it's difficult to find a person to connect with you emotionally or mentally. Difficult to find men, who aren't so quickly trying to get in your pants. Behaving like they never had women in their lives before, or never seen pussy before. They say, they love pussy, but they never devour that shit. They mention they want you, but they never take that shit. They're soft, unassertive and passive. When it pertains to me, I will imprint my King essence in your soul, that anyone that tries to entertain you outside of me, will need to know me well in order to understand you. I am that, irreplaceable. So, it's a lose lose situation or a win. The choice is yours.
When I take, I take completely. I am always in control, no exceptions. You need to show me more gratitude. It's not something I should say, it's something you need to wise up about. Because, what's taken for granted, will eventually be taken away.”
I then asked her, “do you take your looks for granted? Do you take your gorgeous body for granted? Do you take your life for granted?”
She gazed at me confused but didn’t know what questions to answer first. I then continued...
“You’re not here for play, unless I fucking say so. You are not here to be pleasured. You are here to please. To please a King, among men. Only complete obedience will be rewarded, and if you cannot provide this, I will gladly give you nothing. Lose yourself in my insanity, as you question your own sanity for the love of these moments. The irony is, you find peace in my chaos. The tighter my grip around your throat, the more you let go. The tighter the restraints, the more secure, and the more you feel at home. You've waited a while to feel this. Dreamt about this perhaps. Thought about this. Fucked yourself to the idea of this. Now, here we are.....show me how much you need me. Show me how ready you are to receive your destroyer, and your creator. Show me how ready you are for my big dick to organize your organs.
The time for fear has eradicated in a cloud of lust, desire, and wetness. You know you never adored the superheroes in the movies. You were rooting for the bad boys. The villains. These are who you idolized. So tonight, show me who you fucking idolize now! I will bury myself so deep inside you, that you will feel hollow when I'm not around. MINE. You know where the fuck you belong, and I don't need to remind you now.”
Even if I could only have her for one night, I would show her the most ferocious love, and I would make her mine. She would feel it as well. She would know where she belonged. But, if she need reminding, I will reassure her with the bruises she would witness on her flesh. The soreness she would feel the following day. How drenched she would become, when she would sit at work thinking about me, and the moments we've shared. When she is destroyed by the extent of my sadism. Becoming appreciative of my Dominance. I now commanded her….
“Now on your knees, stare up at me with those pretty fucking eyes and say, ‘can you fuck my face Master?’ Then say, pretty please?”
She did as I commanded, but she wasn’t about this life. She didn’t love me. She loved the idea of me. Therefore, I could not let her live. I took her innocence, not that she was really that much innocent, and then I took her life. I was the beast of the night. There are things that need to be said, perhaps they're cruel, they're harsh. Callous. However, it's needed.
“You need to feel it. You need to hear it. You will always be humble. And if you do not come humble, you will be humbled.” This is something I reiterated.
These women needed to know this. "It's one thing, to enjoy the act. It's another to want to please. The need to taste me courses through your veins like an addict going without their fix. It's that moment when I know they are in the mindset, where I need them to be before I shove my big chocolate beast in their mouth. Where I make this particular woman’s mouth, not a tool for sex, but a fucking experience in itself. As for now, I make her wait. Then I make her wait some more."
I told her to keep her hands on the wall. She was not to remove them until I get back. She couldn’t remove them until I say so. She said she was loyal, she said she would do what I wanted. The strength of this woman, but she was submissive to an immortal like me. And I didn’t use hypnotism or any threats. She wanted to serve me, so she claimed. I put that to the test. I said to her...
“I'll be back.” but I didn't mention when. I was out for quite some bit, peaking into the window from a distance. I never came back right away. Several hours went by, and then I showed up. She was still there, but she had moved from where I told her to stay. Her hands moved from the wall as well. We made passionate love, then I fed on her flesh.
Another that was not enough. She wasn’t loyal like she said she was. Couldn’t take it. Another one I felt just not ready for me. Another one bit the damn dust. A woman can talk all the shit she wants. Things you can't do, things she wants you to prove so she can utilize as reverse psychology. But when she's face down, ass up, or on her knees. Only things she's going to be saying is, "please? Can I?" And, "thank you." And if she's really disrespectful, she won't get any of this good pleasure, but a vicious spanking, a kneeling in the corner, a time out or hog tied.
A woman can say she’s this, she’s that, but her actions speak louder than how her gums flap. Yes, I get it, a lot of men say plenty, and deliver none. That makes women change, or behave a certain type of way. You see, women need to be wanted. It's a cry for attention. Whether it's a slap, a spank, choking, a kiss, an argument. They love that they can get under your skin. They love to feel needed by you. They love to be used, or be of use. Don't listen to them when they say they don't. Whether you're using them for pleasure or non-pleasure. They love it. It's a stroke to their ego. To be that one. Even to be the one, that you use for, that you don't use another for.
No matter if there are others, if she is a first of something, or the only place, thought, city, action, behavior for you, that pleases her. It makes her feel special. Women know exactly what it takes, exactly what to say, to push a man's button. The more she knows you. Your personality. Your mannerisms, the more power she has to utilize to push your buttons. This is why sometimes they throw temper tantrums and act stupid because they want attention. It's a cry for attention when they are misbehaving. And it works in their favor every damn time to a weak emotional man.
Myself, I was never born regular. I read between the lines. I'm always a step ahead, and when you think you’re playing a game, you'll find yourself playing checkers with a King playing chess. I am in control at all times, even when you think I am not. DOMI
NANT, in every sense of the fucking word. Men are many things, but Masters of nothing. Pain must always come prior to the love. I will provide pain before pleasure, and she would then learn to appreciate both. If the pain is too much to bare, they are not ready for what I would be willing to provide. These women in this generation are nothing of what I’ve seen in the earlier eras. Times have changed. They behave manly. They are aggressive. They are slutty. They wear less and talk plenty. They have fake personalities, live fake lives and they crave real men? These women in this new generation are very confused.
Mere mortals. Mere human beings do not know how to love properly. They think love is crazy, and making love is crazier. They are cursed by their own limitations. I believe they are inadequate when it comes to such things. Providing insufficient satisfaction, whether that be emotional, mental, or physical. But a God. A Master. The greatness, not the best, but the greatest. Not only is remembered forever, but their powers are limitless. An immortal. Taking her imaginations beyond your physical limitations.
Lay back, take notes, and I'll show you how a real Beast, a real Sadist, a real King, a real Man, a true Scorpio, a true Dominant loves a woman. Some people don't have it in them to hurt another person. Whether it's with the truth emotionally, or marks on their body physically. Hurt them good, or hurt them bad for their own good. That's fine, but this lifestyle is not made for the weak. And that pertains to both parties. Physically, mentally, and emotionally. If you're thinking about it. Asking if she's okay, you're not built for this. That's why you discuss hard and soft limits ahead of time. That's why you grant her a safe word. I don't even allow a woman to scream, beg or tell me what to do in bed like, "harder, harder, spank me, pull my hair." I'll slap her in the back of her head...
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