Oh wherever the man she was living with went to, he hasn’t come back yet. He took the time, the time was now, he used sandalwood and showered and practically skipped down their shared street to —-

It is the pulse that shatters his thought.

The pulse that pulls his gaze down.

His heart thudding in his chest, in his ears. In her chest.

Her arms cover her tits.

Do their best to anyway - her hands can’t quite cover all she has to offer.

She spills out underneath.

Not enough for him to see her nipples but enough to paint the shade of her areola.

Their eyes meet.

There! The slightest flair of her nostrils. Is she smelling Hi—

‘No!’

She wriggles beneath him, her leg flopping around inches under his cock.

‘Somebody! Haaalllp!’

It’s a scream that drives daggers into his heart and kickstarts his fight or flight.

He dead weights against her and with his free hand grips her by the neck.

Her swallows sound like a feeble click.

‘Quiet.’

Her pupils are enormous. ‘Fuck you…’

It’s a weak whisper.

Clattering limbs and legs together, he wrenches her leggings down further till it’s a tangle around her ankles.

Down here on the ground he can feel the cool air of the night skim across his own bare thighs.

It’s sensuous.

‘What do you want?’

Her voice comes out quieter, laced with panic.

What did he want?

He wanted her. He needed her.

Even now the pull towards her vibrates across his chest and drags him down towards hers.

‘You.’

He wedges her hands from her tits. A nice handful. Perky. Olive. Uneven but - fuck - gorgeous all the same. Her right nipple is pierced, the blue jewelry reflecting under the light.

Thoughts trip over each other racing to get heard.

He wants to taste her nipples, suck them into his mouth and bite on them just to see her whimper.

Her whimpers bring him out of the reverie. She’s still struggling, still panicking.

An anger rises up in his chest so feral and frantic he feels like he could run laps around the block.

‘Aren’t you just a pathetic little bitch.’

Her whimpers cut through the air, as if his words mark her skin.

All the while they struggle.

‘With your pierced tit and your drenched, shaven cunt, who do you think you’re getting pretty for, Hm?’

The more she wrestles, the more his hard cock smacks against her working thighs. He needs it.

To be inside her.

‘Are you fighting me or are you fighting yourself because you’re squirming. Desperate.’

He feels the weight of each word forcing its way through his teeth. Products of holding down a wriggling slut.

He was starting to sweat.

Could feel it layering under his pits.

Need.

Compulsion.

Addiction.

Relief.

He slides her lips apart and buries himself deep.

Her cries die in the air.

The shockwave travels through her and spills across his shoulders.

He uses the time to right himself, gripping her by her hips and pulling himself further up. More of a hold on her. Deeper within her.

A rhythm finds him as his lips find her nipples.

Still one hand grips her throat and clutches deep. She’s choking but he doesn’t give a fuck.

He feels her.

Clenching around his cock.

Inviting him, hanging onto him.

He laughs through a growl.

‘Why, you cunt. Look at you. Reduced to this.’

He blinks.

His belt is unspooling from his jeans beside him, coiling into the hand that seizes her hip.

A crack rips out into the universe.

Rings in his ears.

A mark across her tits.

Is it madness or are her nipples hardening before his very eyes.

He strikes her.

Again.

And again.

The belt falls to the same rhythm of his cock pumping her needy, tight hot cunt.

This time he doesn’t care if she cries for her lover, housemate, whoever — he adores the sound of her girly whimpers as much as he enjoys the sound of his cock smacking against her slit.

GET AWAY FROM ME!

A multiverse of worlds tears open, all showing her crawling - no, sliding, on her tummy, moving herself along with her elbows.

Somewhere through the haze he realises she’s smacked him in the head.

His cock loses her.

The spell is broken.

The sight of her crawling away makes him hungry for her cunt.

He grabs her leg but his hands are sweaty. She slips out of reach, all it takes is a kick.

‘Come here!’

It’s a raw growl that cuts his throat open. His cock bobs for her cunt. Needs to be back inside her.

‘I said come here.’

He seizes her by the hips and pulls her to her squirming fucking knees.

‘You want to be fucked rough, you pathetic bitch? Fine.’

He spits his words. Droplets of which spray across her backside.

He guides his cock to her.

Takes her right there on the ground, holding her still.

Taking a sort of strange hunger, affection, pleasure, from the way her tits are pressed into the floor. From the sound of her nipple piercing carving a groove into the wood.

Her body falls limp and the fight sizzles out of her like the drool that pools around her wet lips as her face comes crashing into the ground.

Still, he’s inside her. Working her. His blood in his ears and his moans rising with….with…hers?

Yes.

She’s moaning.

It comes out in guttural, animalistic bursts.

Like a wounded fucking animal.

Breath fogging along the floor.

Hair slicked back with sweat.

Face melting into wood.

A pool of her own making.

It’s her defeated cunt clenching around his cock that pulls him over the edge.

He soars.

Goosebumps sizzling down his arms, blood rushing to his head. He takes flight to the ceiling. Can’t stop rising.

He feels her body come alive against him, start to fight. Somewhere she is panting No No No again and again like some mantra to ward off evil.

But he can feel it.

His load.

Pumping into her pretty little pussy.

She tries to squirm away but he holds her there as he finishes and her body tenses. He pauses.

Feels her own orgasm pulse through him and pulls back into him.

That’s not right.

SHE’S pulling him to her. Holding him in place.

Trying to anyway.

Her cunt with a firm grip on his cock. Time and space dilate.

He can’t tell if he’s still finishing dribbling in short spurts or he’s too sensitive.

Either way, he’s bred her like the feral bitch she is.

He pulls out and lets her body fall, with her ass up in the air like a submissive slave presenting.

Her glistening pink slit is laced with his cum. It runs around the length of her cunt and pools down along her thighs to her ass.

And is her pussy wincing? It certainly seems so.

She doesn’t bother to turn around, just sits on all fours, body trembling, voice wavering.

Little moans dying down.

And strangely he’s proud.

Like a Dad.

She’s taken his full load and here she is, tortured and bruised and still on all fours.

‘What a fighter.’ He finds himself saying.

‘What a warrior. I was right. You were deserving of my seed after all. You’ll make a gorgeous little mumma, won’t you?’

She seems to coo before him, like an appreciative pet. Responding to his affection.

Smack.

Something hits the floor. Rings out loud.

Smack.

Smack.

A steady stream of urine comes loose from her cunt and rolls down her thighs, drumming into the wooden floor.

Smacksmacksmacksmack.

Before him, trembling, she lets out a cry that feels orgasmic. Relief.

It spurs something, rising up deep within him. Like it was waiting for the right time. His own stream splashes across her ass and gushes down around her knees.

It’s 15 seconds of delicious bliss, watching her trembling ass and quivering cum soaked pussy as she takes his stream.

Until a few droplets remain.

Beading on her thighs.

Pitter-Pattering from her cunt.

‘Look at me.’

She remains on all fours.

‘Look. At. Me.’

Where these words come from, he knows not. His gut pulls him along.

Deep into the dark night.

Slowly, as if a character in a dream, she swivels around to face him with those glazed, doe-like eyes.

Her cheeks are flushed red and tear coated and her tits are painted with the beginnings of bruises.

‘Clean the rest off my cock.’

‘Yes, Sir.’ She says, surprisingly firm.

Has she been fucked into the mindset of a dumb little doll? Or has she surrendered.

She crawls into her own relief, her wet mouth lowering around his aching cock.

And so she tends to his cock.

Quietly.

Obediently.

Now an eager slave.