Forbidden yearning

He cradled her with his body, holding her tight against him. She felt his warmth rising upon her skin so profoundly. She felt his scent, strong, a smell of autumn, of a rain.

She was was trying to breath calmly, but she felt aching sensation between her thighs and as it pulsate unwillingly, her breath was cut of. She sensed him smiling. He knew, he knew perfectly what she was feeling.

He moved his hand over her back, slowly, across her hips and her thigh, not giving her the satisfaction of a glance. He was still punishing her, but this time, gently.

She felt the skin on her bottom still burning from the slashes he gave to her. She was bad and he was furious cause of the constant mistake she was doing. Laughing in his face, she was always laughing in his face when she needed to simply be serious.

He wasn’t funny at all when he was serious, with that dark look in his eyes, calmness as f he was serial killer. No, he wasn’t funny, he was scary and he did scared her then. How easily those loving eyes could turn into ruthless ones…

She felt his hand on her butt, caressing her slowly. He was feeling the skin bellow his fingers, shapes of the lash. And there were markings on her. Pulsating as each mark was alive for itself.

Her breath locked into her lungs as he touched her butt and he did understand exactly as it was.

“You want me, don’t you? Deep inside you, filling you completely till you scream?”

By saying that, he grabbed her ass tight, squeezing it and she moaned. She had no permission to move an inch, but he said nothing about moaning.

She sensed smile in his voice as he was holding her.

“What if I take you from behind? And by behind I don’t mean your pussy. What do you think?”

It was a trick. It wasn’t matter what she was thinking. She was his toy to be played with the way he wanted. She swallowed trying to give the best answer, but he just cut her.

“I will help you with that answer you are struggling to give me. I. Don’t. Care. What do you want and I want you right away on your four.”

She swallowed once again, but she obeyed. She was better to do so, cause when he demanded, she knew there was no way from her to get cool from this one. She could only get more beating and him thrusting deep inside of her, making her wanna scream, but holding her lips shut, with her head on the floor. She was his pain slut and more then that she was his attention slut. She knew it. Sometimes she would deliberately piss him off, just so he could make her pay for it.

She was on her four, waiting for him to slid inside of her. Preparing her anus for pain and pleasure after it. He leaned his hips against hers and she felt his throbbing erection wanting to go inside. She gripped her hips and yanked her toward him and she moaned again. She was so wet and she wanted him inside, her ass, pussy, whatever he chooses, just to have him. He repeated movement and she moaned louder. She felt light-headed and her heart start pounding hard inside of her chest, making breathing very demanding action. He did it again and he just murmured “Please

He laughed now, and she heard that merciless tone of his voice.

“You really think you deserved me fucking you? My cock inside of you?”

She felt… She felt her ego was slammed against the floor and stepped on it.

She didn’t. She crossed her line, laughing at his face and she didn’t deserved him caressing her either after he punished her. She didn’t deserved him fucking her the way she loved, no, she didn’t. But yet she wanted to turn over and slap him and make him fuck her hard. Of course, he knew that and even before she could answer, he grabbed her hair and pulled her hard, hitting with her back against his chests and whispered threatening in her ear- “You don’t deserve a second of my attention, not because you laughed in my face, but because of what is on your mind right now. I know you, but you constantly try to forget that. YOU are my property and you better start acting like that or we are going to have a huge problem. Am I clear?”

All she could do, was to nod, but he yanked her harder and hissed through his teeth- “I asked you something!”

“Yes, Sir, you are clear.”

“Wonderful… Now you are going to lay down and sleep. You know you need to wake up early in a morning.” His voice was sweet again, gentle, soft. But he was giving her an ultimate punishment, sending her aching to bed. She had to control her yearning and she was so bad at it, and he knew and he wanted to torture her by using the best tool for that: Knowing her deeply.


On for the kill

She was told by The Madam that he is one very fine gentleman and regular customer. She also added that he was very rich, which meant that he, not only needs to be satisfied by offer, but also being kept as a most precious pearl.

Cindy was beautifully looking girl. One of the best wears in Madam’s store. She had that long auburn hair, dark hazelnut eyes that sometimes shined red. Delicate face lines, nice breasts, soft bright skin. She was really extraordinary looking girl. And she was foreign. That last fact was telling that she was illegally in the country, went away from her parents, trying to look for some decent job that would make her rich and as every other girl with similar yearnings she ended as sex worker. At least she was on top very fast, cause of her looks. Her real name was little strange, but it didn’t matter, every girl had new identity the moment they came to serve Madam’s costumers.

Cindy step out the car, looking at card with address, then she looked at house, matching the address and whistled. Madam was right. He was rich. Loaded.

With her opened jaw she walked across yard toward door and rang. She wanted to make herself look as seductive as she could. Tight black dress coming to her knees, perfectly featuring her beautiful built. She wasn’t some cheap hooker from the street, she had style and she got used to enjoy in the company of rich men. Finally her looks paid off, no matter if it was foreign country.

She heard muffled voice from inside telling her that she can come in and she did. She almost fell down seeing interior of the house. It was fucking castle, not house. High ceilings, huge chandelier in the middle of the hall. All in stylish design, she didn’t know nothing about, but everything looked so good and perfectly matched. Of course all was perfectly matched. If you have such money you match parts of furniture to express some particular style. This one smelled as baroque and she liked it.

“Greetings Cindy.”

She heard the most beautiful voice coming from the gallery and when she looked up, she saw the owner of that voice. He wasn’t real. Tall, so handsome, brown hair falling on his shoulders, bright eyes. She wasn’t sure what color they were as he was standing far away.

He greened obviously highly amused by stupid look on her face. She cleared her throat as fast as she could and fought to sound as normal as possible.

“Good evening Sir?” She wanted to know his name.

“Nicolas, my name is Nicolas.” he answered as he was coming down.

Of course it was Nicolas. She thought. Somehow Bill or Jack didn’t go with all the class.

Now he was very close to her, smiling. His whole face was smiling. Those sensual lips, his eyes, that were green. Beautifully green eyes.

Omg, he was stunning! Unreal!

He jerked out his hand and took hers, bowing upon her knuckles, pressing his lips gently on them. And a gentleman. But Madam already said that.

“Please.” He gestured toward some door.

It was more as living room. Huge sofa, the one you see in those old paintings where some chubby half naked lady lying down in lusty way eating grapes or whatever.

She thought she will had sex there. She wanted to have sex there.

He stood up behind her, holding her shoulders softly and whispering seductively in her ear to go and sit down on that huge sofa.

She obeyed without hesitation. He sat near her and once again he took her hand into his, looking her bellow his perfect eyebrows, smiling. “You are beautiful Cindy, only that name doesn’t suits you.”

Her heartbeat skipped a little, but she kept calmness in her voice.

“You may call me however you find suiting, Sir.”

He smiled little wider, showing that he liked the way she played her role, moving his face near hers, she thought he would kiss her and he answered very, very silently, caressing her skin with his breath. “What about Kalina?”

Shock traveled through her as a lighting struck her.

She jumped from the sofa staring confused at him. Then a mad current of memory came into her mind and she shook her head not trusting her eyes.

It was the same smiling face she saw 5 years ago. Only then, she was his prisoner, toy. She wanted to forget everything from those 2 months of torture. He was monster. He fucked her all the ways he wanted, he tortured her. Everything was in gloomy darkness and she couldn’t remember the face well, but she should be alarmed by that soft voice and  those eyes. Yes, she should.

She start running away from him as panic start awaking inside of her, but the moment she grabbed door handle, she felt hard grip on her hair and she felt down. He was holding her, looking at her with cold gaze. There was no former softness or warmness. He was Death itself.

“I like them fighting, but I hate when they run, Kalina!” He jerked her hair harder and he moaned with pain, tears falling down. It was her end, she knew it.

The way she moaned and teared he felt huge arousal. His cock awoke and start pressing against his pantaloons. He tossed her across the room as if she was nothing more then a feather. She slid over the floor knocking on the sofa, she was sitting in, few minutes before. He came inhumanly fast at her and he grabber her on the hair once again, lifting her up. She cried, loosing her sight from the pain she felt.

He turned her around bending her over the sofa, pressing her ass hard against his aroused cock. hissing- ” You remember this treat don’t you, little human bitch? You enjoyed so much in this inside of your slutty ass and pussy, didn’t you?”

She cried, not able to move an inch from his inhuman grip.

Hi took her throat in his hand and with one fast movement hi slid it open. She start choking in the blood and collapsed on the sofa, spilling warm liquid all over purple upholstery of the sofa.

He didn’t noticed he wasn’t alone in the room and he turned abruptly, prepared to attack when he heard her voice. ” Why do you have to make a mess all the time, Nicolas?”

She scanned him and she saw his erection. Measuring him she lifted her eyebrow and she imagined him deep inside of her, ravishing her. He moved fast toward him, grabbing his cock in one solid grip and when he moaned, she felt wet pool between her legs. She wanted him so fucking much. She wanted his cock deep and hard inside of her and she wanted him over that dead bloody body of the human whore.

He gabbed her, turned her ripping her clothes, taking her, shoving his aching erection deep inside of her. She moaned and teared, he was so violent, and rough, exact way she wanted him. Smile of satisfaction came upon her face as he started fucking her as hard as he could.

He filled her with his load fast and he felt her sex spasms. He was breathing heavy, feeling his muscles relaxing slowly.

“You should keep her alive so we can drink from her, before you spilled all that blood around.” She said looking at the body under her, with smile in her voice.

“We have enough to drink from Alex. Now clean that up!” He ordered, dressing up and disappearing from her sight.

Lora’s demice

Night breeze carried heavy scent within , mixed with odor of alcohol and soaked blood.

Lora’s head calmly resting in my lap. She was lazy curling a lock of my hair, just being silent, when suddenly, words rolled over her tongue- “I fucked him, you know… And for the first time, I actually liked it. His cock, was huge and I thought he would rip me apart, but I enjoyed in that pain. He trust his enormous dick in me and I drank his blood at same time, I drank him dry. Poor man, he came into me, while dying.”

Then she glanced at me, as if she was measuring my reaction. She knew how I felt when she was talking how she fucked someone. Burning jealousy rose up in my chest, my eyes flared with anger, as she said and that was something that turned her on. Her sex was dripping wet, that instant, by just watching look upon my face, she liked to describe me.

She was a succubus, my demoness, torturing me in every way she could.

“I want you to fuck me as he did. Will you?” – she asked almost innocently.

“I don’t have enormous cock, Lora”- I replayed, calmly, almost cold, as if we were talking about weather.

“But you can have one.”-she answered joyfully and stood up, leaving living room.

Few seconds passed when she came, holding something in her hand that so reminded of a male sex, stitched on belts. What, in a world, was that?!

She laughed at my confusion and sat next to me giving away the name of it. Then she handled it to me to feel it. That… thing, was something very interesting and so strange at same time. I admit it, I haven’t even know how to use it. But then she was so nice to show it to me.

She undressed me, slowly, licking my lips, making me holding my breath and then she moved toward my chin and my neck, every kiss and lick, was like a sting between my legs. She went on her knees, so seductively, caressing my inner thighs, while moving her hands slowly toward my sex. It was aching, lips already swollen, wet. Her lips moved, opening nonchalantly as her fingers reached my painful lips.

There was no control on me anymore and I couldn’t act cold anymore. She had me again, conquering my body, my actions and my soul. I was her puppet once again and her, my merciless puppeteer.

She stood up, still holding her fingers on my throbbing sex and then she just slid them into it, and I swallowed her eagerly, sucking up the air. With other hand she just took –strap on- , as  she called it, and fixed it around my waist.

She continue playing with me, till I climaxed, almost losing steady ground below my feet and then again she was on her knees, grabbing the tip of artificial phallus and started swallowing it, till it had lost deep in her wanting mouth. I heard her gag on it, but she continued as nothing happened. She gagged again and tear rolled slowly over her cheek. I didn’t know what I was doing, but that tear made me burn with desire. I wanted her to cry, so hard. So, I grabbed her hair and pushed her deeper onto fake cock, just to see more tears, rolling. She cough, choking on it, so I let her take a breath, just so I can push her again. She gagged again and I cut her a free, observing her lips, moisturized by salty tears.

In a blink of an eye, I lift her up and with agility of an immortal, I led her across the room, pushing her hard against the wall, forcing her to face it.

She was my slut, and she deserved to be treated as one. She loved it and I loved her.

I pressed cock against her thigh as I caressed her swollen sex and just measuring the temperature and humidity of it. And it was so hot and wet, it made me hissed and she moaned, arching her hips more, trying to reach more of my fingers.

Tonight, it was my way to torture her and I pushed her even harder against the wall, grabbing her wrists with my right hand and holding, roughly, my left hand on her throat.

My voice was hoarse, heavy of lust as I whispered in her ears- “Tonight, you will feel pain and tonight, no mercy will be shown to you.”

Then I moved hand that, few seconds ago was on her throat, toward her wet sex again, collecting her humidity and transferring it to her anus, making it softer and more flexible for acceptance of a tick and wide fake cock she presented to me. I didn’t want to give her a pleasure of fingering her first and I just trust it in her anus. She screamed with pain and pleasure, and arched her hips again against phallus. I grabbed her again upon her throat and hissed in her ear- “Don’t you dare to move!”

She was disobedient, of course, as she loved playing with me, so I took it out just so I could pierce her once again, this time harder, deep to it’s end. She swallowed it completely, yearning for more, moaning and growling. I trust it again, and again, ravishing her. I wanted her to scream to beg me to stop. I was mad, completely lost, as I was pressing her hands on the wall and pulled her soft hair violently. Blindness of pure animalistic rage took over me, as I pounded into her roughly, only hearing her loud moans elevating to its climax. I wanted her to explode, forgetting she ever had a need to fuck any man, forgetting that huge cock that was devastating her. I wanted her to always engrave in her mind this evening and what ~devastating~ was. In that primal need, demonic thirst cut through my chest and I sank my sharp fangs into her neck, releasing small stream of hot, red liquid into my mouth listening her explode, screaming for mercy.

I continue fucking her even when she climaxed till I quenched my thirst. Only then, I took artificial cock out of her anus and listened her breathing heavy, in same rhythm as I did. I could swear I saw tears on her cheeks, but I didn’t care, for she was my progeny of ruthlessness and selfishness. She was my whore, asking for every pain she felt, my demoness. She was the essence of my existence. My beloved Lora…

Lady of the night (transformation)

Time has stopped. Every motion froze that instant, breath, wind in her hair. And then, she opened her eyes. Cold as deep ocean. Eyes of newborn, eager, yearning for what she was that moment. Yearning for death.

There was something more in her gaze. Laying down, deep within her. It drove terror into my heart. I saw young girl, beaten up with sorrow by losing everything she had, just there in one night. So easily, her life meant nothing to anyone. I saw toxic green eyes, eyes of the monster, lurking from the dark and then I saw nothing anymore. Only darkness, deep oblivion.

Tear start rolling from my cheek even before I was aware of it and it felt on hers, cuddling softly her silky skin. She just lie down, scanning me, without any sound. Now, she was my comfort after nights and nights of me being hers. I just felt soft touch of her cold fingers, entangling with mine. She straighten up, taking my face into her palm and suddenly she placed gently kiss upon my lips, so gently, I though her lips will melt on mine and whispered seductive:

“I am thirsty Katarina, show me how…”

Then she placed another kiss upon my lips and encouraged me to stand up.

Few corners away she quenched her thirst, so violently, every sip was a remarkable testimony of what she was, every sip carried destruction. What was so demonic in her, she fired up center of my body when she turned toward me, showing me to join her?! At that instant I was beside her, ripping the flesh of our unlucky victim and discovering fresh blood vessel, pumping its nectar deep into my throat. Was I drunk? Yes, completely, but not of a blood, I was drunk because I had her beside me, watching me, wanting more, wanting me.

I stood away and gestured to her to continue, but she just shook her head and smiled on me taking me in her arms.

Body hit the floor as she rapidly drove her hand between my legs, just to make an explosion inside of me. She harshly slid fingers inside of me, provoking me to hiss and moan at same time.

She continued to do so, faster and faster, and every single piece of my being was crashed, just to be whole again. It was sweet agony followed with my groans and her moans, caught up in perfect harmony.  I climaxed so fast, almost screaming and just in that moment I felt her young fangs deep in my neck. My body was hers now and as a puppet on strings, I grabbed her head, forcing her to go even deeper into my flesh and her hand forcing her to going even deeper into my wetness. Scream ripped away from my throat, full of lust, pure primal energy. I was alien on this Earth, something different, just as my beautiful lover, standing in front of me, looking at me with her dark eyes, full of mysteries and that little demon, yet not fully comprehended by my mind.


Lady of the night (beginning)

Wild beyond any understanding. Beautiful, tough and at same time so fragile, destroyed by her own pain was she. I could hear her screaming sometimes. It was painful to listen. It could suck out all happiness from your being, every single drop of sanity. And then, her wet face, smiling upon you, full of life and death. She was a sorrow itself. Majestic in her own existence.

I do remember the look upon her face. I saw acknowledgment of betrayal. Her disgust and dread. Oh, how wonderful creature was she. My child, lover, true statue of selfishness.

She choked, only I wasn’t sure on what. Her tears, or blood flowing into her ripped throat. I’ve could be more gentle, but I wasn’t. It would  only destroy everything she was. And she was pure suffering. I honored her by violence, cause she was that. Violent!

Oh how her heart was drumming! Every beat merged with every fiber of my body in perfect melody. Two passionate lovers. It aroused me madly, it brought me nearly to the edge of sanity. I was mad actually, I was Death in her own worst shape. I climaxed as her heart stopped and a growl, so loud, ripped away from my mouth.

Nothing nice or subtle, was in her transformation.

Right there, on the street where I would pay for her services, my beautiful Lady of the night, she was lying with her throat opened, still bleeding a bit, stinking of death and sickness, but I knew that soon, she will be mine whole…

Deep ties


You wonder what can I see, gazing deep into your eyes? Curiosity, so restless inside of you intriguing, arousing … Hear a whisper cuddling your senses, close your eyes and feel … One simple soft strike in the middle of your being, awaking the tornado in depths of it, reaching out for the throne of whole pleasure, mixing the tastes of lust, passion and satisfaction. Cutting slowly your breath away as you can feel small movements in your cock, so small, they can skip the eye, but so intense they are sending waves of chill upon your spine, forcing you to grab armrest with your hands almost unconsciously. Still you are the master of your own body, still you are able to reach toward reason and calm it, successfully struggling with the forces that are eager to take over …

Your breathing calm, with only, but few, unwilling pauses caused by hot current of the air coming from my whispers. You feel my lips opening slowly, almost lazy, lightly touching your earlobe, sending another strike into your cock. Now movements become more intense, grip harder, images start to roll into your mind … What can you see now, I wonder? By the grimace you made, unaware of it, my glance found your arousal, hard and complete. I could swear I saw pulsation of it. I could swear I heard blood running fast through the pipe, almost boiling, making mess in your whole being, your head, playing with your brain.

Master of your own body … Illusion.

Harder grip, now frantically holding upon the only safe spot, trying to bring your body into harmony again. Body, taken by sweet chaos. Tightening the jaw as my hand slowly moved from your chin over your neck, making it’s way toward that painful spot. Sign of relief and uncertainty showed on your face by another grimace. Every movement of my hand closer to your aroused cock, locked breath inside of your lungs. It lasted for centuries and just before you could feel the touch on it, you stop breathing. What a marvelous feeling! You held your breath up, for so long; my fingers, standing in the air, my eyes locked upon your face. Anticipation was a torture, fiery agony, just so you could feel finger on swollen tip of it, sliding slowly, circulating around it.

Gasp… so intense, sent current of pleasure through my body, instantly making me wet, swollen lips start to ache, screaming for your hard cock. Not yet, not now … Finger slid over the tip, following the curve of pulsating body, every inch finger passed, your cock reacted in perfect dance … Air, you were struggling for the air. Erupting pleasure was choking you, but you enjoyed in it. There was no pain upon your face, but pure satisfaction. Only one image was there … You wanted to get rid of that agony, so bad, it was screaming from you. You wanted to feel my wetness, taste it, thrust deep into it, so simple, liberating, no thoughts, only one cause. You feel it? Calling for you, ready to surrender to your grasp. So eager, those signals drum in your mind, so loud, as your gasps turn to silent groans.

Grip on your hardness so tight, pressing blood down and up, making yet another grimace. Stroke down and once again picture reawakens: harder grasp, harder thrust, deep. Awaking wild power inside of you, no feeling, maybe even frightening thought, embarrassing, but it was there, so clear… You wanted me to pay for the torture. Your thoughts embraced only two things: pain and pleasure. By every stroke, your cum was building inside of you, your balls were so heavy and…

Another thrust, my moan, filled with agony, wanting, begging for another.

You caught a groan locking it in your lungs, perfect preparation for explosion.

Deeper thrust, piercing every fiber of my body, making me scream, grabbing hard your skin, ripping it, forcing you harder inside, as more as it can get. Uncontrolled desire, madness… Scream again mixed with your groan, as you released your load with immense power. Your muscles constricted with perfect order, prolonging orgasm… and then relaxed.

Grip fell, and you saw my smile from above and you knew I saw it all.

Give in part 2

I was so anxious to see what was next he would do. Every inch of my body literally trembled. I thought it was only orgasm building so furiously inside of me, but it was much more then just a simple orgasm. I knew him, I knew exactly what he was capable of. He enjoyed torturing me. And all with that nonchalant smile on his face. I hated it!

Waiting for punishment is much frightening  then receiving one.

I was a mess. I admit it. All I wanted in that chaos was, for him to move his hand a little up and let me cum. Damn I needed it so much, just to relax my body and to prepare it for physical punishment. After all, he would never let me be so sensitive and then punish me. Would he?! Dread! Knowledge of what can actually happen, drove a dread deep into my heart, stabbing it as it was a nothing more then a rug doll.

It was exactly what he was planning to do.

I wanted to scream, to beg for forgiveness. To show how good I would be. The best! Just please don’t do it!

I screamed in panic, every word perfectly formed in my mind, but my mouth were shut. I couldn’t remember any real sound that could shape a sentence.

He stood in front of me, cupping my chin and looking deep into my eyes. His gaze was something that could kill you at instant and something that could hypnotize you to forget every worry you had. What did he see? He smiled and this time, he smiled satisfied. Without a word, he pressed a kiss upon my lips and released me from the ropes.

Oh God! Please, just please…

Please what? I wanted to say something. “Please save me”, “Please make me endure”… Please what? I asked for it, I asked for it cause I love playing with fire and I love to feel his wrath, so now, what was I asking for exactly?

He helped me stand up and by “helping” I mean he grabbed my hair and pulled me up. Standing behind me, he pressed me rough against his own body and I could feel his arousal. I could swear I heard his breath jumped as I hit it with my behind. Instantly, I just moved my hips even more toward his erection and I heard his breath jumping again.

For the love of God, I wanted it so fucking bad. I wanted him to ravish me. But… All I got was a strong grip upon my neck, so strong that my eyes start tearing that instant and I was fighting for the air. He hissed through his teeth to stay calm and damn, he was mad. Then I remembered why I was in this cellar. I moved…

I froze immediately still fighting for my air, when suddenly he let me go and moved away from me. I was confused, but first I was coughing as if I smoked 10 cigarettes at once. What now? He was still there looking at me, scanning me. I felt his gaze on my body, piercing me with it. “Don’t move!” echoed in my mind. Yes, that’s it… do it girl, you can do it. Just stay calm and don’t move. No matter what happens, just stay put.

Something tore up the space between two of us and I knew exactly what it was. I wanted to puke that instant. I felt it on my skin once and it almost ripped it away. Pain was unbearable and I cried so much it turned into screams.

He winded it up again, just to make sure if I heard it well. Nothing worst then feeling of a tip of a long whip against your skin.

I heard it so well and I start crying. I cried like everything good in the world just disappeared, but I stayed in that exact spot where I was.

I could drop down on my knees and howl for forgiveness, beg for mercy. I could, but I stood right there, calm, crying, waiting for the greatest pain in my life.

He took a stance, he made sure I knew what he was doing. He dragged his feet over the floor and then… I closed my eyes and I felt everything burning inside of me. Every, molecule of my being. But the tip was not on my skin?! I felt the punch of air as he wind it up near me. And then, a moment of realization came to me.

I sobbed so loud, I shivered, trembled.

Then I felt softness on my waist. His hand, so warm, comforting. He hugged me and he kept me for whole eternity as it seemed. No worry could come to me. He was waiting for me to calm down and then whispered gently:

“In the greatest fear, you shackled yourself to my order and you held it as it was the only thing you can trust at a moment. You, gave in. So majestic and free, you, my sweet one, GAVE IN.”