Every part of me pulsed with his words, my lungs trembling and causing me to gasp for air. My chest heaved the tighter the constriction on my throat became. However, I wasn’t scared, far from it. The scorching heat that travelled within my veins drove a yearning through me that I thought would drive me insane.
“Tell me,” he ordered with a tone that heightened the painful longing inside me.
“Yes.”
My back pressed into the cold tiles of the shower cubicle when Anderson pushed me back, his strangling hold sliding into my hair when he kissed me with a viciousness that robbed every one of my senses. His tongue whipped at mine, the furious way he curled it around my mouth making my lungs scream for oxygen. My scalp throbbed with the pain of his grasp on my hair and the way he feasted on my mouth refused me the air I needed to breathe. But I didn’t care, I wanted him to have my last breath, I needed to experience the passionate pain only he could grant me.
I moaned under him. I squirmed beneath him. My heart galloped alongside his. My breath became his and his mine. And I came alive with the pleasure and agony he promised with every kiss on my lips and every touch on my blistering skin.
He pushed himself into my hand when I snapped open the buttons of his fly and pulled his thick cock free. The smooth, circumcised skin made my breath hitch and I gripped him harder. He groaned, kissing me harder and sliding himself against my palm.
Lowering his mouth from mine, he took my nipple between his teeth and bit down, puncturing the surrounding skin and making me yelp. He flattened his tongue, swiping it over the blood that seeped from the broken skin. His eyes lifted to mine, the darkness staring at me reflected back through my own gaze. In that moment I saw what I had refused to see for so many years. Depravity.
“You want me to fuck you, Kloe?” His voice was raw and breathless, the look in his eyes just as turbulent. “You want me to take you and make you bleed over me?”
I was struggling to breathe, fighting with the crude images racing through my head, and pushing me harder when he saw the question I only asked myself, Anderson forced his hand between my legs and cruelly pinched the swollen flesh. Pleasure burst with the pain and I whimpered.
My mind was exploding with the contradicting thoughts competing against each other. This wasn’t me. This was what I wanted. I couldn’t face the darkness within me. I wanted to free the need that had been buried for so long. I shouldn’t feel this way, not after everything. I wanted to be this way. I wanted to feel alive with pain and euphoric with suffering.
“Choose!” Anderson snapped. “Now!”
My head swam and a sob broke from me.
“I won’t make the choice for you, sweet Kloe. I won’t be the one to force you to see. You have to do that yourself.”
He ran his finger across my cunt, smearing my arousal up to my anus. My eyes fluttered close and my head fell back.
And then I nodded.
Before I could welcome my acceptance, Anderson had spun me around so I was facing the cold, stark white tiles and his finger was inside my backside before I could take a steadying breath. He wasn’t gentle; far from it. He pushed himself in up to his knuckle and started to finger fuck me with a desperation I couldn’t keep up with. Two fingers. Three. And then his cock was stretching my muscles and making me cry out at the burning pain.
His hand fisted my hair and he snapped my neck back. “Accept it. Take it,” he growled before he started to fuck me so hard my eyes rolled back into my head.
The thickness of his cock tore me, making me bleed, but, to my amazement I found that I wanted to coat his cock in my blood. I wanted to give him the very core of me. I craved for his brutality. And I pleaded with him to hurt me.
“Please.” Although that was all I said, Anderson understood.
Tears soaked my cheeks as he mercilessly drove deep and hard, his fingers gripping my hips in a forceful hold that would leave bruises for a long time. His ragged breath in my ear and his animalistic grunts with every thrust had me slamming back to meet him. His balls slapped heavily against my flesh, pushing my orgasm at me with a speed that terrified me.
I chanted his name over and over, my sanity floating somewhere above me as I gave in to the pain and the depravity and received my climax with a torturous scream. My back arched, forcing Anderson deeper inside me, and my muscles wrenched the cum from his balls, the hotness inside my ass making me shudder with ecstasy.
Every fragment of me trembled with overwhelming pleasure, the indulgence thrilling my soul devouring what little energy I had left and leaving me bracing the wall to hold myself up.
Anderson pulled out of me, lifted me against his chest and carried me to the tiny bed in the corner of the room.
I felt his soft kiss press to my temple before the rapture that had sucked my energy pulled me into the depths of the sweetest sleep.
I DIDN’T SEE ANDERSON FOR another three days. I had a feeling he was punishing me, but what for I had no idea. I had, even if only for a brief few minutes, given in to what he wanted me to consent to – the dark side of me that bubbled in the very pits of my soul.
I had never had sex like that. The passion, the ferocity, the overwhelming pandemonium that he had brought out within me had been simultaneously exhilarating and terrifying. After what Brian, my step-father, had done nothing remotely violent should ever stimulate any of my urges. And the fact that I’d kept that part of me hidden for so long gave me many differing internal arguments in the solitude of those few days.
On the third night, however, I woke in the night to find Anderson sitting in the chair, silently watching me. The scent of alcohol was rife and I swallowed when I sensed his sombre mood permeate the air in the small room along with the potent smell of whisky.
“Do you want to leave?” His question came out of the blue and surprised me. The usual gruff, strict pitch to his voice had been replaced with an almost timid quality, and the lack of light gave his silhouette an eerie aspect. Yet I could still sense the power radiating from him, the vice that slithered under his skin fighting for ultimate freedom.
Sitting up, I pulled the sheet around me protectively and drew my knees to my chest. “Can I ask you something?”
I saw the outline of his chin tilt, startled by the fact that I hadn’t answered his question with eagerness, and that I had countered with a question of my own. His breathing was heavy but regular, the soft sound of it rhythmic in the stillness. “Yes.”
Gulping back the nerves I spoke openly and without caution. “The sex you had with Robbie, is that what you like? The violence, the savagery?”
I caught his slight flinch but his head nodded in the darkness. “Yes.”
I nodded in reply. “But.” I bit into my lip, heat flaming my cheeks with my question. “You still came inside me. Without being penetrated, or without the violence?”
I could tell my candidness surprised him and he leaned forwards, resting his elbows on his knees. I wanted him to switch on the light so I could see his face, watch the sincerity of his answers portrayed in his eyes. I wanted to sink into the deep chasm of those eyes and lose my existence in there. However, I believed we both needed the blackness to hide in.
“Yes, I did. And hard.”
“But how?” I breathed when his answer made my belly flutter excitedly.
“You surprise me with that question, Kloe. You have just said ‘without violence’ yet I fucked you harder than you’ve ever probably been fucked before. My cock was covered in the virginal blood of your arse. My fingers left bruises on your delicate skin.” He leaned back again and crossed his arms over his chest. “You didn’t think our fucking was violent?”