Control

Title: Control
Chapter Ten
Author: Angelsdee
Rating: NC-17 for bondage and semi-nonconsensual sex. (Like anyone would complain but, hey, it’s my story)
Summary: Domination

He stood beside the bed and stared at her beautiful form. She was still in the same spot that he left her in. ‘From exhaustion or because I didn’t tell her she could move?’ He tucked the strips of cloth into his back pocket then picked up her limp body and re-deposited her further up the bed. He sat beside her and then cupped her cheek in his palm.

“Baby?”

She opened her eyes and gave him a blushed smile. “Mm hmm?”

“Do you trust me with you?”

She gave him a slight nod but curiosity entered her features.

“Close your eyes.”

She obeyed his command. ‘She does trust me. I’m going to fuck this all up.’ He reached into his pocket and pulled out his torn shirt. He took one strip in his shaking hands, placed it over her eyes, and tied it behind her head.

“Dom? What are you doing this for? I did what you asked.”

“Shhh. Trust me.”

He started to feel his chest tighten with pain and tears fell from his tormented eyes. ‘Remember how it felt to hold her…to touch her…to taste her because this will probably be the last time.’

He tied one end of the second piece of material to the wrought iron post of the headboard and left the other end resting on the pillow. He reached out both his hands and laced his fingers through hers. He brought her hands up to his mouth and placed a kiss to both of her wrists.

Then he stretched her arms over her head, unlaced their fingers, and quickly took both of her wrists in one of his big hands.

She didn’t know what was happening until she felt the material bind her wrists together. She jerked her arms down, her movement was interrupted, and she realized too late that the other end was fastened to the headboard first.
“What are you doing? You don’t have to do this! I know I belong to you…please don’t.” Her voice broke at the end.

He mustered up a dead, calm voice and said, “you don’t belong to me yet but you will real soon.”

She started to cry and she shook her head in denial. “I…I gave myself to you. It doesn’t have to be this way. Please!”

“You did give yourself to me. And I told you yesterday at my house that I felt your mind and body beg me to take you. I’m giving them what they want!”

“You son of a bitch! You asked me to trust you and I did with the last bit of myself that is left! Now you are just going to tie me up and rape…”

“Don’t ever say that! It would never be rape between us! Ever! And you know it!”

She recoiled and lost the spark of temper she had in the face of his anger. “No, please. I don’t want this,” she sobbed. “Not like this.”

“Yes you do. I swear I won’t hurt you but you have to do what I say.”

He grabbed the last piece of fabric and brought it up to her mouth. “Dominic! Please don’t!” Then he gagged her before she had a chance to close her mouth after her plea.

“Sorry baby. No safe words allowed in this session.”

‘Terror. I can feel her fucking terror!’ It slid over him so quickly he couldn’t move and he felt like he was suffocating. He opened his mouth and tried to draw in air but to no avail.

*This is her not you. Panic attack. She has had them for years. Close your eyes and concentrate. Push it aside.*

‘Why can I feel it?’

*It’s her gift. She considers it a curse.*

He finally managed to calm himself enough to focus on her. She was panicking…badly. If she was feeling anything like he just did then he knew it was only a matter of time before she passed out. He leaned over her upper body and gripped her chin. “Baby, calm down. It’s me. I will not hurt you. You have to believe that! Can you feel that?”

As he spoke to her gently, his free hand ran down her chest to her right breast. He palmed the heavy flesh and gave it a squeeze. He ran a finger over the “B” on the side, “you know I would never do this to you”, and drew it up to flick across her nipple, making it tighten.

“My mark”, his finger ran around the tip bringing it to a hard point, “you would bear on your heart”, and then he pinched the puckered flesh hard between his thumb and forefinger, “and it would match the one you branded on mine.”

Her cries switched from ones out of terror to ones of desire. She thrust her breasts forward, “that’s it, baby, give yourself to me”, and he leaned down, took her offering into his mouth and bit down on the swollen tip. He looked over to the “C” on her left side, ran a hard tongue over it, and lavished the same sweet torture on her nipple.

*Want. Desire. Fear.*

He used both of his large hands to push her breasts together and then he drew a line with his tongue from one peak to the other.

He had to have more of her. He actually did want her total submission but only to him. She could drop her guard and let herself go when they were alone together. In mixed company, he wanted his fighter to keep her real self hidden…kept secret and safe just for him.

All of these feelings left him breathless. He leaned up and whispered with open need, “I have no control when it comes to you. Since the moment I saw you and felt you inside of me I was complete for the first time in my life.”

His words sank into her mind and she remembered how she felt inside of him. ‘Home.’ She remembered her theory of love. How she said it makes your soul complete…whole. The burning she had in her chest when they first saw each other. She remembered asking herself “why was it him that she allowed in” and it dawned on her. He was her long lost other half. Her love? Her complete soul?

The feeling was so foreign to her that she fought it out of fear. Then his voice invaded her body. “I know you’re frightened. It’s written all over you. The last person you trusted with your self wasn’t fucking worthy of you. I don’t know if I am but I would never hurt you. You deserve to be worshipped like a goddess.”

He closed his eyes, pushing down the overwhelming need, and spoke with a voice hoarse from the exertion. “I need you so fucking bad my dick feels like it is going to explode. But I need you to do something for me first.” He ripped the gag from her mouth forcefully. She gasped sharply. “Tell me that you want me! Need me!”

“I w-want you. N-need you”, she stuttered out softly. His heart soared!
*Want. Desire. Fear.*

“I want you to offer yourself to me!” His breathing was getting heavier with the excitement. He reached a hand up and released her bound wrists. “Put your hands between your legs, use your fingers like I did earlier, open your pussy for me and offer it to my mouth!”

With deep, erratic breaths and shaking hands, she did as she was told. He watched her obey his commands with lust-filled eyes. When she opened her pussy for him, his mouth descended quickly on her and he drove his tongue deep into her core.

Her hips flew off the bed as he licked, sucked, nibbled and ate her with complete abandon. She moaned loudly at the assault on all her senses. The sounds of her cries and taste of her juices in his mouth drove him mad.

*It’s time. Make her submit! Fuck her and complete the bond.*

‘I don’t need the encouragement! I couldn’t stop now if she begged me!’

He withdrew his mouth from the well of ambrosia he had been drinking from. His tongue missed the taste already. He backed off the bed and stood on legs weak from unfulfilled need. He unbuttoned his jeans, releasing his thick cock, and moved them off of his legs.

He kneeled on the edge of the bed and crawled up between her spread legs. He squeezed his thick shaft in his hand and clenched his eyes tight. ‘This is it. A beginning or the end.’

“One last thing, baby.” He was breathing hard and fast through his mouth. His hand, shaking hard from the total loss of control, reached out and pulled off her blindfold.

*Want. Desire.*

Her eyes drank in the beauty of the naked man kneeling between her legs. He was a work of art. Handsome face, dark eyes, broad chest, big arms, muscular legs, lean waist, and those wonderful lines that started at his hips and met in a “V” that pointed to the path of paradise.

“I want you to watch me. Watch me make you mine and mine alone. Lie there and allow me to claim you! Submit to me and beg me to take you!”

Her breathing was as hard and fast as his. She fought with her inner self that said this was wrong. A mistake that, if made again, would surely kill her. She heard his crude and harsh words but when she looked at his desire filled face she saw the tears slip from his glazed eyes.
*TAKE*

He saw the instant she gave in. “Spread your legs, bend your knees, use your hands to open your pussy for my cock, and beg me to fuck you…to take you!” He watched as she spread her legs and bent her knees. He saw her shaking hands open herself wide for him…presenting him with her wet and waiting pussy. Then he closed his eyes, held his breath, and waited for the words.

He heard her shaky, deep voice say the words that he prayed for. “Please fuck me, Dominic. I want you inside of me. Take me and make me yours. I need you to fuck me!” He opened his eyes and looked in hers. They were opened wide and tears were running freely from them.

He leaned down on top of her resting his weight on one arm. With his free hand, he guided his shaft to her entrance. He looked into her eyes and said, “I love you, baby. I’m sorry.” Then he pushed his cock into her to the hilt with one hard thrust.

She screamed at his occupation of her body and her hands flew to his back. Her nails dug into his skin as she tried desperately to ignore the pain. He forced himself to stay completely still to allow her to adjust to his size. His eyes screwed shut from the vise-like grip her body had on his shaft.

He heard her breathing even out and he opened his eyes and saw the pain of his forced entry into her had passed from her face. Two pairs of black eyes met and a bond was created. Then he heard her passion filled voice. “Please. Please fuck me. I’m begging you!”

He pulled back, almost completely out of her, until just his head remained in her opening. “Is this what you wanted, baby?” He drove into her hard and fast again.

Her eyes rolled up into her head and she hissed, “yes! Take me, baby. I belong to you. Make your claim and I am yours to do with as you wish!”

‘Her words!’ He tried to focus on why they were so important but they pushed him past the point of thinking. Her and her words reduced him to his deep, instinctual, primal nature. He just realized that they had been dancing to a basic animal mating ritual since they first looked into each other’s eyes. The dance ended and the mating began.

His hands slid under her back and came up to grab her shoulders. He used his grip to pull her down onto his shaft while he drove up into her. Impaling her hard and fast. Her legs wrapped around his waist and locked behind his back. She opened herself completely to him and allowed him to take full possession of her hot, wet core.

He released his hold on her shoulders and rose up on his knees. With her legs still locked around his waist, he lifted her ass off of the bed with his hands on her hips. He looked at their joined bodies and lost every last ounce of control. He used his hands on her hips to pull her towards him while he pistoned his cock in and out of her tight but welcoming pussy. He could feel her inner walls pulse around him and he knew she was close.

He looked at her. ‘God, she’s beautiful. She looks like sex personified.’ Her head was thrashing about in the throes of ecstasy. Her tits were bouncing with the rhythm of his thrusts into her. Her cries were getting louder.

He reached for her arms and pulled her up so that she was pressed against him. He sat on his legs and grabbed her ass. She wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her forehead against his. He used his hands on her ass to move her up and down on his cock. He fucked her like that until he felt her orgasm approach. “Look in my eyes! I want to see you cum! I want to see my claim on your soul!”

She opened her eyes and black met black. He kept fucking her furiously until he saw her orgasm take her. Her eyes widened, her gaze still locked by his, and he saw the flame. He felt the connection open that allowed them to merge. His claim of her was made. The bond was complete and with a cry he released his seed into her waiting body.

They both stared into each other’s eyes. Tremors ran through both of their bodies. With her still clinging to him, he lowered them down onto the bed. They were lying on their sides facing each other and their bodies were still joined.

“You’re mine.”

She nodded her head accepting his claim of ownership. Tears slowly ran down both of their faces. They were exhausted and sleep was rushing in to claim them both. He whispered his last waking thought. “We belong to each other now.”

She never heard his last words. Sleep took her the instant before he spoke them.

~*~
(A few hours later)

He slept dreaming of his mate. He finally felt a peace inside of him that he never had before. He was complete.

He reached for the warmth of her body but couldn’t find it. He snapped awake and sat up in bed. He closed his eyes and reached out to her. Fear gripped his heart. He could not sense her nearby at all.

She was gone.