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The Need

They were lying in bed together and snuggling. To a casual observer, they would have looked like any other couple - and quite vanilla. But a peek under the covers would have revealed her deeply bruised ass after an evening of very rough play.

She'd taken more from him than she ever had before, and it had worn her out. They had still fucked - of course - but most of the rest of the night had been spent in an exhausted haze. By 9:30, she could barely keep her eyes open, and so they had headed to bed.

But as they lie there in their peaceful repose, she began to feel it. The little stirring inside of her. The whispers of another Need. She was so tired. Too tired. She tried to shove it back down.

But The Need was insistent. It refused to be shoved back down.

Almost imperceptibly, she nuzzled her nose into his chest, hoping that maybe if she just snuggled a bit closer, it would go away.

The Need only grew stronger. "Say it," it whispered in her ear.

Without realizing it, she whimpered slightly - torn between her desire to sleep and the increasingly loud demands of The Need.

He murmured into the top of her head drowsily, "What was that? I didn't hear you."

What she wanted to say was, "Nothing," but the lie wouldn't form on her lips. The word caught in her throat, her mouth moving, trying to say something - anything - to answer him

Her lack of an answer concerned him, so he lifted her chin to face him, and looked at her with a furrowed brow. "What is it?"

Finally, she could fight no more. "Please, Sir..."

The words trailed off. She couldn't bring herself to ask what she wanted to ask, and she averted her eyes.

"What?" he said more insistently, bringing her back to face him again.

Burying her face back in his chest, she mumbled the words, "Please, Sir, will you hurt me again?"

He kissed her on the forehead, grinning a bit at her struggle. "No, girl. You need sleep," he said gently.

"I need to hurt more than I need sleep," she said with an unexpected ferocity that surprised them both.

But he heard the desperation that wove through the ferocity, and it triggered something inside him. He was like a shark smelling fresh blood. The Need began to stir in him too.

Calm and cool, he asked, "Why do you need it?"

She could do nothing but shake her head and shrug her shoulders.

He lifted her chin again and forced her to look at him. His eyes were hard steel. "I asked you a question, girl. Why do you need it?"

She mustered a small voice and looked at him with the beginnings of tears in her eyes. She didn't like things she couldn't understand, and she could not understand The Need. "I don't know, Sir. I truly don't know. I just...do."

"Tell me what you need."

"I need...I need for you to hurt me where you've already hurt me. To poke and prod at my bruises - "

She gasped as one of his hands suddenly gripped down tight on her sore ass. "Like this, you mean?" he growled in her ear.

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes, Sir."

He squeezed tighter, and her arms locked onto him, tensing as she rode out the wave of pain.

Suddenly, he released his grasp. "What else, bitch? What do you need?"

The pain had fully unleashed The Need. She was no longer timid in her desire.

"I need you to fucking hurt me, Sir," she growled back.

He bit down on her shoulder, the sensitive spot right where it meets the neck, and she howled. At the same time, she threw her leg over his hip, trying to rub her increasingly wet pussy on his thigh.

He let go of his bite and looked her in the eye, his eyes now flaming brightly. "That is one wet cunt for a girl who claims to be more submissive than masochist."

The truth of his words hurt her worse than his bite. It's why she fought The Need so hard. Somehow, taking pain as service felt more acceptable to her. It was understandable - she was simply giving someone else what they needed.

But when The Need took her, pain wasn't about service anymore. Pain was about fucking pain. It was about craving it. It was about being desperate for it. There was nothing sweet and servile about it.

It was a fucking beast within.

"Yes, Sir," she said through gritted teeth. Her breathing was rapid and filled with heat. In her mind's eye, she looked like a dragon with fire curling from its nostrils. She continued trying to ride his leg.

He locked eyes with her, and The Need in each of them stared back at the other.

Without warning, he flipped her over onto her back and threw himself on top of her, pinning the entire length of her body underneath him. With one hand, he grasped her wrists together and pressed them down over her head. With the other hand, he placed a firm grip on her throat. The iron muscles in his thighs clamped around her own, and he used the top of his feet to lock her feet down.

"Fight me, cunt," he said. Normally, she would never fight. It felt...disobedient to her. But he was telling her to fight, and so fight she would.

Except that it was utterly futile. She was completely immobile. She strained and grunted and writhed to no avail.

"You're powerless, aren't you, cunt?"

She could only nod and breathe more flames.

"Now tell me one more time. Without fucking hesitation. Without a meek little mouse voice. What. Do. You. Fucking. Need?"

"I need you to destroy me," she spat out.

The words had barely left her mouth when she felt a slap fall full force across her face.

"Good. Because I need to destroy you," he said, removing his hand from her throat to flip her over roughly, while still keeping her hands pinned above her head. She cried out at the pain in her shoulders and wrists as he did so - all while pushing her ass at him, silently begging him to fuck it.

He reached down between her legs, shoving 3 fingers into her pussy. "You're dripping wet, you little fucking masochist." He yanked them out and then shoved them in her mouth, gagging her while forcing her to suck them clean.

She continued grinding her ass onto his now rock hard cock. Her need to feel him inside her was overpowering, and she became frenzied, squirming and twisting and trying to force him to enter her.

"Yes, cunt, I can feel how much you want me to fuck that slut ass of yours. And your pussy is so wet, I wouldn't even need any lube, would I? Just a few strokes in your pussy, and I could slide right into your ass."

"Yes, Sir. Yes, you could." She continued writhing. "Please, Sir! Please! Please fuck my ass!"

"I'm going to, cunt. And I'm not going to use any lube - not from a bottle, and not from your pussy either."

She felt a searing pain as he drove his cock into her dry asshole, and she screamed. But it wasn't a scream of agony. It was a primal cry, begging him for more, as she pushed her ass back at him.

"You said you needed pain. You got it, slut," and he began pounding her. Brutally. Ferociously. With every ounce of his strength.

She could feel the tissues tearing, and she didn't care. In fact, it only made her want it more, as she pressed her body back into him over and over, matching each of his thrusts with her own intensity.

He curled his free hand into a fist, the one that wasn't pinioning her wrists, and began punching her on her bruises, as well as creating new ones on her shoulders.

Words had left both of them now. Feral grunts and screams and growls were all that remained as their tangled bodies heaved and twisted.

From her height of ecstatic torment, she felt an orgasm growing. And through the haze, she managed to find one word.

"Please," she almost whispered.

"Please what?" he snapped back at her.

She struggled to form each word, barely getting them out. "Please...Sir...may...I...come?"

Much to her surprise, he answered "Yes!" and at the same time that the word left his lips, he pushed her face down into the pillow, making it impossible for her to breathe, and began pouring out his own explosion.

With each come-filled thrust, he flung the words at her. "Yes, bitch. Come. Come now! Yes! Yes! Fucking YES!"

Her orgasm tore through her as blackness crept in from the lack of air, her entire body shuddering and quaking.

Right on the verge of passing out, he yanked her head up by her hair so she could drink in sweet oxygen. His pounding slowed and eventually stopped as the rest of his own orgasm drained out of him.

He collapsed on top of her. Neither one of them could move, other than the bare minimum required to breathe.

After a few minutes like that, their sweat-slicked bodies melded to each other, she managed the strength to say two words.

"Thank you."

He rolled off of her, drawing her to him, back into an embrace much like the one they had been in earlier. He kissed her forehead. "Thank you for what, my girl?"

"Thank you for destroying me, Sir," she sighed, as she nuzzled back into his chest.They were lying in bed together and snuggling. To a casual observer, they would have looked like any other couple - and quite vanilla. But a peek under the covers would have revealed her deeply bruised ass after an evening of very rough play.

She'd taken more from him than she ever had before, and it had worn her out. They had still fucked - of course - but most of the rest of the night had been spent in an exhausted haze. By 9:30, she could barely keep her eyes open, and so they had headed to bed.

But as they lie there in their peaceful repose, she began to feel it. The little stirring inside of her. The whispers of another Need. She was so tired. Too tired. She tried to shove it back down.

But The Need was insistent. It refused to be shoved back down.

Almost imperceptibly, she nuzzled her nose into his chest, hoping that maybe if she just snuggled a bit closer, it would go away.

The Need only grew stronger. "Say it," it whispered in her ear.

Without realizing it, she whimpered slightly - torn between her desire to sleep and the increasingly loud demands of The Need.

He murmured into the top of her head drowsily, "What was that? I didn't hear you."

What she wanted to say was, "Nothing," but the lie wouldn't form on her lips. The word caught in her throat, her mouth moving, trying to say something - anything - to answer him

Her lack of an answer concerned him, so he lifted her chin to face him, and looked at her with a furrowed brow. "What is it?"

Finally, she could fight no more. "Please, Sir..."

The words trailed off. She couldn't bring herself to ask what she wanted to ask, and she averted her eyes.

"What?" he said more insistently, bringing her back to face him again.

Burying her face back in his chest, she mumbled the words, "Please, Sir, will you hurt me again?"

He kissed her on the forehead, grinning a bit at her struggle. "No, girl. You need sleep," he said gently.

"I need to hurt more than I need sleep," she said with an unexpected ferocity that surprised them both.

But he heard the desperation that wove through the ferocity, and it triggered something inside him. He was like a shark smelling fresh blood. The Need began to stir in him too.

Calm and cool, he asked, "Why do you need it?"

She could do nothing but shake her head and shrug her shoulders.

He lifted her chin again and forced her to look at him. His eyes were hard steel. "I asked you a question, girl. Why do you need it?"

She mustered a small voice and looked at him with the beginnings of tears in her eyes. She didn't like things she couldn't understand, and she could not understand The Need. "I don't know, Sir. I truly don't know. I just...do."

"Tell me what you need."

"I need...I need for you to hurt me where you've already hurt me. To poke and prod at my bruises - "

She gasped as one of his hands suddenly gripped down tight on her sore ass. "Like this, you mean?" he growled in her ear.

"Oh fuck, yes. Yes, Sir."

He squeezed tighter, and her arms locked onto him, tensing as she rode out the wave of pain.

Suddenly, he released his grasp. "What else, bitch? What do you need?"

The pain had fully unleashed The Need. She was no longer timid in her desire.

"I need you to fucking hurt me, Sir," she growled back.

He bit down on her shoulder, the sensitive spot right where it meets the neck, and she howled. At the same time, she threw her leg over his hip, trying to rub her increasingly wet pussy on his thigh.

He let go of his bite and looked her in the eye, his eyes now flaming brightly. "That is one wet cunt for a girl who claims to be more submissive than masochist."

The truth of his words hurt her worse than his bite. It's why she fought The Need so hard. Somehow, taking pain as service felt more acceptable to her. It was understandable - she was simply giving someone else what they needed.

But when The Need took her, pain wasn't about service anymore. Pain was about fucking pain. It was about craving it. It was about being desperate for it. There was nothing sweet and servile about it.

It was a fucking beast within.

"Yes, Sir," she said through gritted teeth. Her breathing was rapid and filled with heat. In her mind's eye, she looked like a dragon with fire curling from its nostrils. She continued trying to ride his leg.

He locked eyes with her, and The Need in each of them stared back at the other.

Without warning, he flipped her over onto her back and threw himself on top of her, pinning the entire length of her body underneath him. With one hand, he grasped her wrists together and pressed them down over her head. With the other hand, he placed a firm grip on her throat. The iron muscles in his thighs clamped around her own, and he used the top of his feet to lock her feet down.

"Fight me, cunt," he said. Normally, she would never fight. It felt...disobedient to her. But he was telling her to fight, and so fight she would.

Except that it was utterly futile. She was completely immobile. She strained and grunted and writhed to no avail.

"You're powerless, aren't you, cunt?"

She could only nod and breathe more flames.

"Now tell me one more time. Without fucking hesitation. Without a meek little mouse voice. What. Do. You. Fucking. Need?"

"I need you to destroy me," she spat out.

The words had barely left her mouth when she felt a slap fall full force across her face.

"Good. Because I need to destroy you," he said, removing his hand from her throat to flip her over roughly, while still keeping her hands pinned above her head. She cried out at the pain in her shoulders and wrists as he did so - all while pushing her ass at him, silently begging him to fuck it.

He reached down between her legs, shoving 3 fingers into her pussy. "You're dripping wet, you little fucking masochist." He yanked them out and then shoved them in her mouth, gagging her while forcing her to suck them clean.

She continued grinding her ass onto his now rock hard cock. Her need to feel him inside her was overpowering, and she became frenzied, squirming and twisting and trying to force him to enter her.

"Yes, cunt, I can feel how much you want me to fuck that slut ass of yours. And your pussy is so wet, I wouldn't even need any lube, would I? Just a few strokes in your pussy, and I could slide right into your ass."

"Yes, Sir. Yes, you could." She continued writhing. "Please, Sir! Please! Please fuck my ass!"

"I'm going to, cunt. And I'm not going to use any lube - not from a bottle, and not from your pussy either."

She felt a searing pain as he drove his cock into her dry asshole, and she screamed. But it wasn't a scream of agony. It was a primal cry, begging him for more, as she pushed her ass back at him.

"You said you needed pain. You got it, slut," and he began pounding her. Brutally. Ferociously. With every ounce of his strength.

She could feel the tissues tearing, and she didn't care. In fact, it only made her want it more, as she pressed her body back into him over and over, matching each of his thrusts with her own intensity.

He curled his free hand into a fist, the one that wasn't pinioning her wrists, and began punching her on her bruises, as well as creating new ones on her shoulders.

Words had left both of them now. Feral grunts and screams and growls were all that remained as their tangled bodies heaved and twisted.

From her height of ecstatic torment, she felt an orgasm growing. And through the haze, she managed to find one word.

"Please," she almost whispered.

"Please what?" he snapped back at her.

She struggled to form each word, barely getting them out. "Please...Sir...may...I...come?"

Much to her surprise, he answered "Yes!" and at the same time that the word left his lips, he pushed her face down into the pillow, making it impossible for her to breathe, and began pouring out his own explosion.

With each come-filled thrust, he flung the words at her. "Yes, bitch. Come. Come now! Yes! Yes! Fucking YES!"

Her orgasm tore through her as blackness crept in from the lack of air, her entire body shuddering and quaking.

Right on the verge of passing out, he yanked her head up by her hair so she could drink in sweet oxygen. His pounding slowed and eventually stopped as the rest of his own orgasm drained out of him.

He collapsed on top of her. Neither one of them could move, other than the bare minimum required to breathe.

After a few minutes like that, their sweat-slicked bodies melded to each other, she managed the strength to say two words.

"Thank you."

He rolled off of her, drawing her to him, back into an embrace much like the one they had been in earlier. He kissed her forehead. "Thank you for what, my girl?"

"Thank you for destroying me, Sir," she sighed, as she nuzzled back into his chest.

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May 22, 2018 in anal

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