Page 90 of Awakening the Beast
With a swift motion, I slide the knife beneath her chin, lifting her head. I lean in, pressing a gentle kiss to her breathless lips.
“We're not done yet, beautiful,” I whisper menacingly against her mouth, and she freezes, her breath ceasing in her throat, her reluctance clear.
“But...” she begins to protest, her voice trembling.
“No fucking buts, slut,” I cut her off with a growl. “I'm going to fuck you up as promised. Prepare yourself for hours of mefucking your brains out. I stop when the sun rises and even then you might not know when the fuck that is.”
“I just came repeatedly; aren't you satis...” she protests, but I hiss, a low, feral sound that makes her clamp her mouth shut.
“Oh, I'm satisfied, Wren, but that doesn't mean I'm fucking done with you.” I graze the tip of my knife down her neck, my eyes darkening as they linger on her heaving tits.
“You're mine to break down, to mold, to completely destroy,” I continue, my tone a threatening murmur that cuts through the silence like the blade in my hand. “Every breath, every tremble, every desperate fucking plea—you will give them all to me and I’ll take them, devour them, until there's nothing left but the raw, shaking core of you.”
I press the knife a little harder, just enough to make her flinch.
“You think you know what it means to be used, to be utterly consumed by your husband? You haven't even begun to understand what the fuck I am, Wren. Tonight, you will. By the time the sun rises, you'll be begging for me to stop fucking your ruined holes, and I'll be the one deciding if you deserve it.”
Her mouth drops open, but nothing comes out, so I lean in closer. “Now, be a good slut and take everything I do to you. Because I'm going to tear you the fuck apart, piece by delicious piece, until there's nothing left but your screams echoing in the darkness.”
Itake a fistful of her dress, the soft fabric ripping easily from the sharp edge of my knife. With a swift, brutal motion, I tear it completely from her body, letting the shredded material fall tothe floor. My wild gaze roams over her naked body as I pull off my shirt, tossing it to the side.
Circling her like a predator, I slice through the rope above her with a single cut. She lurches forward, but I catch her, my arm wrapping around her front to stop her falling. When I move behind her, I position my feet on the bottom of each chair to make sure they remain in place. With a firm push on her back, I guide her forward, my hand pressing against her stomach as she tilts until her face meets the floor below, her dress cushioning the impact.
I pause to admire the sight before me: her wrists bound tightly beneath her, the curve of her back, and the way only her ass and pussy are spread, raised, exposed, and utterly vulnerable. Each of her knees still roped down to the chairs.
“Look at you,” I mutter with a dark, possessive growl as my gaze lingers on her openings, sliding the edge of my knife over the curve of her asscheek. “So perfectly positioned, so eager to be so fucking full of me, like my very own glory hole.”
I let my other hand trail down her spine, savoring the shiver that runs through her. “You're going to feel every fucking second of this, beautiful. Every thrust, every moment of my power and you'll love it, even as you plead for it to stop.”
She breathes heavily but stays silent, her eyes still covered. I slip my knife into my pants pocket before taking both her asscheeks into my hands, my fingers digging into the soft flesh as I spread them wider.
I dip down, my breath hot against her skin, and begin devouring her asshole with a ravenous force. My tongue plungesdeep inside, eliciting gasps of pleasure from her lips. Her body trembles, and each sound she makes fuels my hunger. I go hard, spitting and licking, my tongue working relentlessly to open her up and make her muscles yield to my will.
Her gasps turn into desperate, breathless moans as I continue, my hands gripping her asscheeks tighter, pulling them apart even further. I can feel her body responding, her muscles easing, surrendering to the relentless assault of my tongue. I pull back for a moment, letting a string of saliva connect us before diving back in, my tongue exploring the tight ring.
When I feel she is relaxing to take me, I free my heavy cock out and stand tall. I grasp her hips, roughly yanking her more toward me, then I slide my shaft up her slit before pressing inside her pussy.
As soon as I slip all the way in her with one brutal stroke, she screams, and the sensation of being so deep inside her and her pain makes me groan with sadistic satisfaction. I aggressively split her cheeks wide again, watching as her pretty wet pussy swallows the entire length of me repeatedly.
“Fuck, your cunt is so perfect.” I rasp, the arousal clear in my voice. “You’re so fucking perfect for me.”
My jaw tenses as I bang into her, my hips slamming against her ass with such power that it starts to sting my skin. I become uncontrollable, shoving three fingers into her ass, fucking them both until I am filling her cunt.
Once finished, I slide my cock and fingers out of her quivering holes and push into her asshole. She lets out another scream, but I'm not gentle with her; I drive into her narrow walls at fullforce, wrecking her little opening, my hold on her hips brutal. It doesn't stop; I don't stop. I continue to fuck her for hours until she's limp, unable to take anymore, switching from her pussy to asshole.
With one last plunge in her ass, I release another load of cum inside her, a beastly growl tearing from my throat as I tilt my head back, instantly noticing the orange rays of the sun trying to peak through the cracks of the building.
My thrusts slow, my body soaked from my sweat. I breathe heavily, my gaze lingering on Wren's side profile. Her eyes are closed, her hair being blown upward repeatedly by her unsteady breathing, her entire body shaking from the multiple orgasms.
When I take a step back, my now soft cock drops out of her, and I stare down, watching my cum spill out of her pulsing asshole and pussy, both completely overflowing and full just as promised. I linger for a moment longer, treasuring the sight, before wiping my brow with my forearm. Then, I lean down and pick up my knife.
One by one, I release her knees from the rope, noticing the red rawness on her skin from the burn. I lean over, wrapping my arm around her middle from behind, and lift her limp body. She crashes against me, her head flopping back against my chest. After slicing through the rope on her wrists, I rip the blindfold off her eyes.
I scoop her small, naked body up in my arms, and after collecting my shirt to drape over her, we head back to my car.
When we're out of the building, I trail over the tall grassy area, the first light of dawn casting a golden hue over everything. She runs her hand up my bare chest and I glance down at her, her eyes now fully open yet unreadable. Her face is smeared with dirt, sweat and make up, but I take in every beautifully, dishevelled detail of her.
A small smirk tugs at my lips as I look forward, the realization settling in. No matter how many fucking times I show this woman how unhinged I am, she still wants me. She craves the chaos, the intensity, and the unrelenting lust that I can only give her. That's why we're made for each other, but it's not just about the insane sex we have. It's about everything. How we gel so well. How she takes me for fucking everything that I am, no matter how fucked, just as I take her for everything she is.
