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| Loving You Hurts` Posted by: Driana Blackscale at 12-02-2015 18:30 PM, Last Modified 12-02-2015 18:30 PM |
“Happiness can be found in the darkest of times in the corners that can be unexpected. Yet no one seems to remember to turn on the light.” -Driana
She looked over the darkest creases of his amber eyes as she lay between his legs. Trailing her gaze down resting on one of the most meaningful tattoos by far on the right side of his ribs. She couldn’t help but reach up and caress her fingertips over the faded scars that never seemed more relevant than it did over the last few months
Over the past year she tried to reinvent herself, becoming obsessed with the minor details of work or even the surroundings of their home. Forgetting the small importance that she wasn’t alone, it was the simple fact that here she laid now.. broken… dried tears and the little whimpers that she couldn’t keep down.
She didn’t realise even her relationship was on the verge of either growing or breaking down. Waiting. Always waiting he was. Now was no different. Trembling she did tell him everything then all honesty was set on the table and she struggled with every word that left her lips. Taking a deep long breath, holding it in her lungs as she looked away, he didn’t like that. He never did when she got like this. Rubbing the sharp yet tender sides of her jawline with his onyx claw he guided her jaw…
“I love you. I always will. That is the most important thing you will ever hear me say to you. Do you understand what I am telling you?” Her nod was small and he almost missed it. He saw the fresh tear that rolled down her cheek, and though she felt a little remorse .. he was in control.
His tail slid over the curve of her hips using the spikes of his dragon tail tearing the material up the center stopping just short of the neck. The shimmer of her silver fur really brought out how broken she was. The option was always to break her further or, well that was just the thing. There wasn’t an or. Breaking her until she shattered only to rebuild and make her stronger was how it always went.
Sliding his palms over the curve of her shoulders and to her hand reaching her dainty wrists, he tied her hands above her head to the main rafter, pulling her to her tip toes. Carefully removing her shoes, socks and pants stopping just long enough to give her a sip of the cold water that sat aside. He rubbed lotion over her heels and up her thick thighs stopping short at the curve of her bottom. “Your safe word will be a word you only mutter. Once. It’ll be something you do not use often, but will be easy for you to say.” His fingers and claws stretched over her ass while rubbing in the lotion. He was gentle and loving then.
She wanted to say something and he could see it. One simple rule and she couldn’t follow that. Fear intensified in the room but she kept her beautiful lips shut. She gave him complete control over her body without a fight. Something that was always a difficult task within their relationship.
“Your word will be, Trust.”
When she nodded again he walked around her hanging form. Taking the ends of the torn shirt he raised it up stopping only when the rim of the collar was over her cheeks and he folded it neatly down, creating a blindfold. That was the last time that evening he dared look into her stormy eyes.
He took his time walking around her, lingering in the hurt they shared. The rest of the room came to light, it was dark in some parts of the basement but far too many toys to play with. For now what could he whip her with? An extension cord, a piece of rope, something..?
The silence spoke louder than his normal disapproving looks and harsh tones, it was hard not to see her body quiver unsure if it was from anticipation or because she was secretly enjoying this. He finally found what he had been searching for, a bike chain, that had been left in its box and would be working new wonders on her plump ass. He was careful in picking it up, he didn’t want the sound of the chains to give her any hint or fair warning of what was to come.
Smack!
Smack!
It was a quick two spanks one on each cheek licking over the insides of her thighs. Her gasps and yelps of pain had her squirming and her toes scraping against the basement cold floor.
“HOLD STILL, WHORE!” He roared in aggravation. His determination really made his presence known, he was king, he was her master. One by one the spanks began flowing until her cheeks were glowing red and purple. Her grunts, tears and shaking body gave him a sick satisfaction.
Driana was proud despite how hard he hit her. She didn’t give in.. yet. Her sobs were short and best kept muffled. Stepping back he looked over his ‘art’, her grip had become numb tightening against the rope that her knuckles were as white as a ghost. He licked over pearly white teeth adjusting the bike chain in his aching hand. Just before he started again he stepped close enough to drag hs onyx talons down her colorful rear. A simple gasping moan left her lips making him suddenly ache to have her wrapped around his cock.
A quick growl left his snout as he sent the chain around her neck pulling her back against his body. Her crotch, wet as it was, rubbed against his pants making his cock really throb and drip for her. He kept a firm strong hold on the chain digging it into her flesh making it harder for her to breath. The smell of her her crimson essence tainted and mixed with her fruit-like aroma she always carried with her to drive his olfactory senses wild. He drew in a deep breath moving the ends of the chain together so that he had at least one hand free to roam her shaking body.
Careful as he was he let his hand and talons travel over the inside of her thigh leaving a fresh thin line of blood trailing in its wake. Enjoying the very feeling of her skin tearing beneath the onyx scalpel curving his lips in a dangerous smile. The basement faded in its background and the light above them suddenly intensified, “Let’s see how much my mouse likes to squeak.”
The claw that has so much pleasure in ravishing her thighs had now began moving its way up against the center of her thighs, rubbing ever so slow between her dripping pussy lips. He didn’t care if his sharp talon edges cut her folds, he enjoyed the simple fact that she was sensitive and that was his greatest advantage. Shifting his weight sliding a knee between her legs knocking her thighs apart so she couldn’t find any comfort in pressing her thighs together. No relief.
Yanking the chains back his gullet raised up latching to one closest piercing on her ear letting her ear echo with the sound of his snarl as he tore the ring right out of the the sensitive thin flesh.The spur of blood that squirted over his snout and down the curve of her neck was all too familiar given their past history, her history, spitting the metallic decoration with a growl of disgust. He didn’t give her an option, her cries only grew, her body shook more and her pussy.. quivered. She was close. He had a point to make.
The claw that ran up and down her slit hooked to her clit piercing that was embedded to her engorged nub. “I remember telling you to shut up when we first started.. don’t make me repeat myself, bitch.” He encouraged his point making it much more clear by giving the piercing a few testing tugs. At first it was to see how much it would stretch. Seeing that they had already been down this road before. The many times he’s punished her.
Christ.. He had almost forgotten his own pleasure and his damn cock was just as close. He needed to keep composure or the whole night would of been for nothing. He eased off on the tugging as his musk filled the room, he was losing the focus and she was shaking against his body. All he had to do was make her his whore again.
This was the no point of return. He knew that her clit had just finished healing. From her winces it was overly sensitive. Oh well. Her silent pleas were about to be beckoned. There would be no ‘Please..’ screaming in her head. Her teeth clenched as she tensed. He let go of the piercing long enough to press his claw to the center of her nub rubbing slowly, watching her struggle to hold her moans. To remain silent.
No. No. That wouldn’t do.
It was amusing. She was amusing. She was his plaything and he would have his way.
Despite the fact Driana had done everything he had asked minus a few mistakes. He wasn’t just that forgiving. The dangerous smile only reappeared just as his claw hooked to the piercing and in one swift tug he tore the scarred flesh apart as he held the ring around his claw. He brought it up to his lips licking the claw clean of the crimson fluids and her pussy juices.
He released the chains from her bruised neck scoffing at the sight of her now bloodied fur and shivering muscles. He had walked around to look at her blindfolded face, he was all the more disappointed that the juices that had squirted between her legs had gone to waste, it was meant for his tongue to enjoy but not once did she utter the word...
“So pathetic.. Maybe I’ll leave you here for the night. We will continue in the morning..” Lifting his tail he whipped her bloodied slit as he walked away adjusting and undoing his pants. His damp boxers made it hard to remain in her presence when he had lost the chance to have his fun before he had even gotten started.
Looking over his shoulder as he left the basement, he shut off the lights and in a cold voice, “I’ll see you in the morning..” He left her there with the company of her tears.
To be continued..
Written as a personal story for Shade BlackScale.
Written by Driana Le Souris.
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