That Which Destroys Me

by Dawn, Kimber S.

  My voice is harsh and dark, “What, Stella? Please what? You want to cum?” My thumb circles her swollen clit faster before I delve a second finger into her tight pussy, thrusting them into her harder before growling into her ear. “You need to cum, angel? Then right here in this restaurant, I want you to bite down on my shoulder right this second and fucking cum all over my hand like a good little cumslut, Ms. Reese. Right. Now.”

  God-fucking-damn! As Stella’s cum soaks my cuff from nothing more than my verbal command alone, I know - more than I know my own goddamn name - I know that there is a sub buried beneath the scars of Stella’s broken façade.

  I cannot keep my mouth from consuming hers, swallowing her loud moans and pleas of pleasure. I slowly withdraw my hand from between her legs, and pull her trembling body close to mine, our kiss never losing rhythm.

  Once her shuddering stills, I lean my face back to look down into her drunken andalusite eyes before smiling at her and whispering, “You’re going to be mine. It’s time for you to accept it.” I pause and wait for the orgasm-induced fog to lift and for understanding to cross her face.

  After it does, I continue, “We can go slow, but I need you to know I’m going to push you, in more ways than one. I’m going to push and push until you are certain you’re going to break, Stella. But you never will, will you?”

  I sweep my lips against hers and nip at her puffy, swollen mouth. “Even with all the hell you’ve endured, you have never truly broken. But my plan is to force you to the verge. I plan on ruining you… destroying you. And you will come out on the other side better for it, because that which doesn’t destroy you, Ms. Reese… Only makes you stronger.”

  After a few minutes, during which time she chewed on that bottom lip of hers and I contemplated shoving her beautiful face in my lap making her take my aching cock between her swollen lips, she finally speaks—Hell yes my mind is still saturated with images of her lips around my cock! “I’ll try, Wesley. Shit, I can’t believe I’m even saying this, but yes, I will try. Just don’t expect anything from me. Because I make no promises. I’ll never make you any promises.”

  Bull-fucking-shit. I’ll get your goddamn promises—I’ll have you on your knees begging me to listen to your promises.

  “I accept nothing less from you, Stella.”

  The drive to her condo is quiet. Honestly, I feel like a weight, a burden that has had me shackled down for as long as I can remember, has finally lifted. As soon as the words ‘I’ll try.’ fell from Stella’s lips, they snipped the albatrosses tethered to my soul.

  I haven’t felt hope like this since before she came into my life again and I don’t know what it is, I can’t pinpoint why, however I also don’t give a fuck why. All I want is to fall into everything that Stella embodies and I never want to go anywhere else but inside of who she is.

  I’ve said everything I felt needed to be said and I won’t push her any more than I already have tonight. As far as I’m concerned, what the fuck I just conquered in Luciano’s was an impossible feat. I bent her will and common sense inward against themselves and they molded to my commands like soft clay.

  Check. Mate. I’ve already mastered Stella Jolie Reese, and she’s already submitted…she just doesn’t realize it yet.

  I pull up to the curb outside her place and quickly hop from the car to open her door and help her from my R8. Her little hand slips into mine as she looks up smiling at me as we walk to her door.

  “Wow. I didn’t expect to find a gentleman in you, Wes.” Her laughter bounces off the sidewalk and buildings.

  “I’ll do my best to keep you surprised.” I slide my arm around her waist when we get to the door of her building.

  “Thank you for dinner. It was ahh… quite becuming.” Her eyebrow lifts and a conniving grin appears when she enunciates the cum in becuming.

  “It was. Tomorrow night’s dinner should be as well, if not more becuming. I’ll pick you up at eight.” My fingertips tilt her chin until our eyes meet. I trace the bow of her top lip and pout of her bottom lip with my fingertips.

  “Yes. Eight is perfect.” I brush my lips over hers and pull her body flush with mine.

  “You did very good tonight, Stella. How does it make you feel when I say that?”

  “It feels good.” She whispers.

  “Good. Have a good night, angel.”

  I kiss the palms of her hands before stepping back and letting her out of our embrace.

  “You too.”

  I remain where I am standing long after she’s made it inside the building. Completely fucking dumfounded and unable to move, I have to force myself to turn around and walk back to my car.

  As soon as my car pulls away from the curb, mad crazy fucking shit starts battering itself into my mind.

  It’s fucking insanity.

  Goddamn primal on every level.

  Every instinct I possess is screaming at me to turn around and demand for her to get her ass in my car and never fucking leave my side again.

  The alpha inside me viciously howls for me to claim her.

  The Dom residing in me adamantly demands that I bend, break, and control Stella—mind, body and soul.

  But it’s the uncivilized beast within that ruts and growls insisting that I fuck her into oblivion.

  Chapter 12

  When Beauty Fights a Beast

  There is blood all around me. As the screams pierce my eardrums the blood soaks into my clothes. I’m so cold. I don’t remember how I ended up on the bloody living room floor. I was asleep in my bed. Tomorrow’s a school day and even though he was not home I still set my clothes out for tomorrow, bathed, brushed my teeth and set my alarm for in the morning. The last thing I remember before waking up here is falling asleep in my bed. I run my blood soaked hands over my body trying to see if the blood is coming from me. When I realize it isn’t, that it’s his blood I move to see if he’s alive but stop myself before touching him. If he isn’t dead and I wake him I won’t like what happens. The screams continue getting louder. If they don’t stop then I’ll be the one that pays for it, he’ll come after me again. I don’t think I can handle more broken bones or other forms of agony he forces me to endure, not on top of all the bloody carnage I am having to witness. I cover my ears to stifle the shrieks but blood smears into my hair and on my face. I try to scream at them to shut up! I need them to shut up… When I try to yell at them to stop I realize the screams bouncing off the bare trailer walls are my own. Immediately I shove my fist into my mouth in an effort to smother my screams. As soon as the metallic taste of blood hits my tongue I gag around my blood soaked fist heaving up what little supper I ate.

  I’m jerked from my nightmare by Eve lightly shaking me and whispering, “Stell. Stell, wake up, sweetie. You’re having another nightmare, wake up.”

  “Hey, sis. I’m okay, I’m up. Sorry.” I sit up and hug her neck, immediately I feel her tears on my shoulder and gently stroke her fine blond hair. “Sis, hey. Don’t cry. I’m okay.” I pull back and smile at her. “See, it was just a nightmare, babe.”

  “I don’t know how you do it, Stell.” She sniffs before wiping the tears away from her almond shaped blue eyes. “I know you don’t cry. I know you’re strong, but the shit you scream in your nightmares scares the living hell out of me. You don’t always have to be strong. If you wanted to talk to—“

  “Eve. Stop that fucking crazy thought train right now. I spent my whole damn life in therapy—on antidepressants and group meetings up to five times a week. It didn’t help then, and it won’t help now. The shit that I’ve been through is shit that I talked about and rehashed until I was blue in the face. There comes a time when you leave the past where it belongs, accept that life is shit, accept that it’s up to you and you alone to make YOU… ME happy. And I have, sweetie. I’m fine.” I smile again trying to convince her that I am okay.

  “Have you thought about… Have you wanted to cut, Stell?”

  I answer as honestly as I can, “If I hav
e I quickly reminded myself that I’m not a coward. And THAT is the easy way out. I’m just fine on the path I’m on right now.”

  “I love you, you’re like a sister me. I just don’t want you in hell all alone.” She looks at my pleadingly, and I can’t help the sinister laugh that escapes my chest.

  “Sweetie, you couldn’t handle my hell. You just stay where you are, stay honest and pure, stay beautiful and untainted. Smile for the photogs and do your damn thing girl. Because THAT makes me happy. Too see you happy, makes me happy, Eve. Understand?”

  She nods before hugging my neck. “Here, your bed is drenched in sweat again. I’ll throw these in the wash and be back to help you make your bed up.”

  “Okay. Hey, I didn’t wake anyone else up did I?” I ask.

  “No, Bo is still passed out from drinking too much during the Jets pre-season game. Trina’s still in her room asleep.”

  “Whew, okay good. Thanks sissy.”

  After she helps me get my bed made I lie awake looking at my ceiling until the sun rises the next morning. My thoughts are all over the place. Wesley, I don’t know what the hell is going on between me and him.

  It’s hard as hell for me to deny him anything he wants. And, Jesus Christmas I love to make him proud, or happy. Shit I get butterflies just from making him smile! The ‘good job.’ Or ‘damn you’re a quick learner.’’s I get from him make me smile like a damn love struck fool.

  From the moment his hand circled my elbow at Chained and he lead me to his car I’d let any and all reservations I previously had where Wesley Jacobs was concerned just float away. Well, except for when he sat back like the devil and refused to give my body what it was dying for. But even then I was far too intrigued by him to not play the devil’s advocate.

  If I may… Without sounding to cliché, just fucking listen to me. Woman to woman. Friend to friend. I’ve never allowed myself to even be interested enough in a man to do more than kiss me. I am a twenty-six year old, red blooded American woman who LOVES reading smut, reading how the characters feel, not just emotionally but physically. And when I had to walk away from Wes’s penthouse that night, it fucking hit me like a mack truck! Goddammit I am starved… For him, for his touch, his words, his smile.

  Now, with that little epiphany comes the question. Am I ready as well as strong enough to try to do what Wesley wants me to?

  Umm… Fuck yes.

  And before you ask if I’ll be able to make it through, even if it does end badly and I’m left heart broken, your answer lies within the following statement: Bitch have you not been reading? This, Wesley fucking Jacobs is an ice cream sundae compared to savage and violent hell I’ve lived in, been forced to endure, and made it out of alive.

  “Oh my fuck, seriously? Jiminy Crickets it’s a damn date, bitches. Not my wedding day!” I am literally being tagged teamed with makeup, high heels, and perfume by Trina and Eve.

  “Stell, please at least try the eyelashes. I will glue those bitches on so tight it will take a month for them to come off!” Eve’s coming at me again with glue and lashes.

  “Hell no!” I shoo her away and look up at Trina through the mirror, she’s holding up a black sleeveless dress and a nude satin number with a plunging neckline. “Ahh… Nude?” I ask with a shrug.

  “God-fucking-damn straight nude! Eve! Shit! Stop!” Trina yanks the glue and lash compact from her hands and tosses them in the trash.

  Trina hands Eve our two glasses of wine. “Here, go fill those fuckers up.” She kisses the air before telling Eve, “You know I love you! Right?”

  “You only love me when I’m being your wine bitch.” Eve mutters on her way towards the kitchen.

  “Stell! Okay, so where are you at with this guy? I mean I know about your date last night. Or dinner, what the fuck ever. But… Here’s my question.” She holds up a pair of black fuck me stilettos in one hand and a pair of brown wedges in her other. “Shoes? Your answer will answer mine.”

  “Going with the black ones, sister.”

  Trina squeals and jumps up and down like a damn fan-girl screaming, “Hell YES! That’s my girl!”

  After I’m dressed in the nude dress with its pencil skirt hitting just below my knees, as well as the plunging neck line—That required double sided tape. I stand in my six-inch black peep-toe stilettos holding my clutch on the curb at 7:40 waiting for Wesley to show up.

  A shiny black sports car I’ve never seen before pulls up to the curb outside my place and before I notice it’s him he’s out of the car opening the passenger door for me.

  “Fucking hell, Ms. Reese. How in God’s name do you expect me to make it through dinner without slamming you up against the nearest stable surface with THAT dress on?” He growls through his gritted teeth.

  “You’ll make it, well… Maybe you will.” I grin before slipping into the low seat and sighing in anticipation.

  I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. I don’t know how to flirt, or be funny without it sounding completely ridiculous and forced.

  I don’t know what this night holds in store for me, nor do I know what Wesley has planned.

  But what I do know… Is that I’m ready.

  I’ve been fighting to stay alive, remain sane and in control for as long as I can remember. And tonight, whatever lies ahead. I refuse to fight it. As I stare outside the window, a quote I read at some point in my childhood that has always stayed with me, strikes me with a new meaning…

  Chapter 13

  And So the Lion Fell For The Lamb

  She said I’ll make it. I almost lost my shit with that spoken absurdity! If she had any… ANY goddamn idea how close I came to abducting her sexy ass last night, ‘You’ll make it,’ would not be her choice of words.

  NO! No. Do not ask me if I returned like a stalker last night and watched her building. And no. Don’t ask if I checked and in return found her building’s door, locks and security being so inadequate, I actually *coughs* pushed the process of acquiring said real estate.

  Hey. Don’t judge me.

  I stop the Lotus in the valet line, pull the emergency break up, and step from my car, tossing the keys to the valet guy before I rush over to open Stella’s door.

  “I’m going to go out on a limb here…You like Italian food?” She laughs while looping her arm in my crooked elbow.

  “Yes, I guess you can say that.” I chuckle leading her through the stained glass doors to Antonino’s Italiano Cuisine.

  Stella and I are sat in a secluded area I reserved for us last Monday. I immediately spew our order in Italian to the waiter to get it over with and supply us with some privacy for the inquisition I have planned for Ms. Reese.

  “What in God’s name did you just order?” Her giggle sounds like music to my ears - which is quite odd because I hate it when women giggle. I’ve always found it irritating and childish. That’s not the case with Stella, though.

  I lean towards her until my mouth is next to her ear, “I promise you’ll enjoy it, my Stella.” I whisper before sucking her earlobe into my mouth and grazing it with my teeth, causing her to shudder.

  “I thought about a lot of things last night after I dropped you off. Mostly thoughts based on you. More specifically: where, when, and how I will acquire you. Do you understand?”

  After she ducks her head I watch a faint blush creep up from the low neckline of her dress and over the top swells of her breasts. HARD. My cock is hard enough to drive nails because of that blush.

  “I thought a lot about you as well, Wesley. More than I am willing to confess. However, I can say that I’m certain whatever is happening between us, I like and I’m ready to see where it’s going.” I witness her determination as she gathers and pulls it up around her like a cloak. “To answer your question, yes, Wesley, I understand.”

  Good girl.

  Have I mentioned I find it downright appalling and annoying as fuck when my questions are not directly answered? If not, then you’ve been duly noted.

  “I want yo
u to stay the night with me, Stella. I want to begin this…” I motion between us before settling my hand on her bare thigh just below her skirt, “…Us, tonight. I will push so hard that you are going to want to both run to me and away from me. I’m going to twist your emotions and mind into nothing more than a cluster-fuck. If you are able to withstand my diabolical methods, if you remain a good girl and please me without pissing me off too many times, then after I fuck your mind, I’m going to fuck you—past the brink of insanity, exactly where you’ve left me waiting since I first laid eyes on you. Understood?”

  She nods emphatically, “Yes. I do, I understand.”

  My hand tightens on her thigh. As my other arm slides around her waist and pulls her to me, my mouth slants over hers.

  Our tongues war between our teeth biting and licking one another’s mouths. I swallow her moans and mewls. When her hand moves over my raging hard on and squeezes, I feel pre-cum leak from the tip of my cock and it causes me to jerk back, looking from her swollen, pouty red lips to her ever changing hazel eyes.

  My thumb pad swipes the corner of her mouth and with my other hand, I remove hers from my cock before I tsk her, “No. That is not acceptable, Ms. Reese. You. Do. Not. Touch. Only when I tell you, are you allowed to touch. Understood?”

  “Yes.” Her tongue sweeps over her lips before she looks anxiously down at her clenched hands in her lap.

  “Good.” My fingertips pull her chin up until our eyes meet. “Good girl. I’ll show more tolerance towards your little missteps than usual. That’s how important it is for me to own you.” I smile and lean into her lips for a quick kiss before the waiter is at our table with wine and appetizers.

  “Wow.” Stella’s eyes light up at the appetizers I ordered. “This looks…Wow. I forgot to eat today, I was so excited. This looks delicious, Wes.” When she smiles at me like she is right now - like a kid on Christmas morning ready to open their first gift … over forty measly bucks worth of appetizers - crazy shit starts happening. For one, I’m proud. My chest splits with pride knowing I made her smile that way. Then I feel an overwhelming need to protect, keep her safe and hidden from anyone or anything.