Primal Nights

A long piece of the belt hung loose, and much to her dismay the actual belt itself had a hole in it so that it could be secured around her neck forcefully. Her eyes asked him many questions and pale lips nearly spoke them. He shook his head at her in a disapproving manner, telling her she was to remain silent.

However he couldn't still the words in her mind. And they told her what she had already begun to feel. He was more than a force to be reckoned with. She hadn't told him she wanted this, but somehow he'd gauged it in her and come more than prepared to push her into a world of subservience and domination.

He rose. The jerk of the belt choked her until she got the idea to rise with him. She walked out of her shoes, leaving them behind in an effort to keep up. He didn't even look back to see if she was able to tolerate the act of being drug across the beach. Heaven help her if she tripped. She'd be eating sand at an alarming rate.

The sand between her toes was only slightly warm now and was soon replaced by the gushy feeling of wet sand followed by water. The tide was rushing in to crash against their legs the deeper he took her into the shore. What she hadn't noticed was an alcove that was more than hidden from sight.

Along their trek he'd unbuttoned his shirt and let it blow open in the wind that had suddenly rushed upon them. They reached the alcove that was slowly filling with water. The tide was rolling in to tease the shore, coating the sand with wave after wave of torrential water only to have it seep back into the massive ocean. Derex did such to her. He eased her from his grip only to take her harder again with the growing need to seize her.

Certainly the truth was much better than the mere thought of it. The moment they had stepped into the alcove, Derex seemed to grow more insistent. He jerked the belt hard enough to bring her around in front of him and quickly spun her around to face the craggy stone wall that was the interior of the alcove.

It was much darker here, and the water rose faster. Physically powerful hands shoved her into the stone wall. She had no choice other than to hit it, but managed to take the brunt of the shove with her chest. The move made her cry out with pain. The sound echoed in the alcove but didn't seem to penetrate the man behind her. One hand held her firmly against the rock while the other crept up her thigh, blazing a trail of heat that made her grind down so she could feel more.

Thick digits pressed harder into her flesh until he found the waistband of her black lace panties. Then he firmly planted himself behind her, melting warm firm planes of muscles into her body. The tip of his tongue traced the outer shell of her ear before he whispered, "I'm going to find you hot and wet. You tremble because you want more and you're going to get it when I feel like giving it. Lucky for you...the time is now."

He ripped her panties from her figure, throwing them into the rising tide to drift back out to sea. His voice searing and primal hissed in her ear as he plunged two fingers deep into her wet cunt. She clenched around him as firmly as she could, crying out with the strain of it. He loved it to the extent that he twisted his fingers inside her tight canal and spread them while dragging them from her heated pussy.

The weight of his head next to hers pressed her face into the rock and held her there. She could feel his rigid cock slide right between her thighs. He was so hard, so virile, and poised to take what he wanted.

He did just that. With one violent thrust his cock parted her fiery flesh and found entrance. Velveteen walls stretched and tensed before clamping down on his shaft, forcing a deep growl from him as her body yielded to his. He gave her no warning other than the bite of his teeth upon her earlobe.

He slid his cock back and rammed it in harder, deeper, and with enough force to send her into the wall again. Squeezing her eyes shut she screamed, shaking auburn locks back at him more out of retaliation than anything. Her body was his to use, his to conduct and take. She had no choice in the matter, not with her hands still cuffed and her body beneath his.

Twisting her hips she tried to rise up to her tip toes. His hands grabbed her hips as he shoved her back down on his cock and rammed his hips forward at the same moment. Another scream pierced the air with the lurid act. Whimpers and moans mixed with the pain that turned to pleasure. The added effect of his grunts and groans pouring into her ear was simply rapturous.

When she cried out again it was with pleasure that had encumbered the pain and slipped over the edge of reason. One hand was placed upon her shoulder and another at her waist. Then he began to fuck her with a force she could never have imagined. Each thrust made her cry out begging for more and wincing with the increased pain of being split from end to end.

She wasn't the type to beg or speak, but rather swallowed the pain and focused on the tendril of pleasure he's already built. It was easier to arch back now, to feel release from the rock that had already bitten her skin and left indentions that had slowly become cuts once he began to fuck her harder.

His hard cock viciously pinned her to the wall again, but only long enough for him to grab the end of his belt and pull her head back so that her body was brutally bowed. The full globes of her breasts heaved with the last intake of breath as he pulled her backwards. Rosy nipples tightening so hard they rivaled the rock that had just mauled her skin.

His hips smacked against her bare ass, shoving his cock in even deeper as he set himself into a rhythm that pistoned her already abused flesh. He yanked the belt back even harder in his white knuckled grip and rammed into her ruthlessly, enough to break her or so it seemed.

Tears streamed down her cheeks, pricked by the light of the moon, the only witness to the events of the evening. Her tears weren't tears of pain, not entirely. The pleasure he'd induced had taken her over the edge with an orgasm that shook her body and soul. His belt bit into her neck and constricted her breath but it couldn't keep her from crying out. Her pitch rose to rival that of the wind that whipped above them and encouraged the night to cry right along with her.

That only fueled his fire. Gritting his teeth he increased his thrusting, slowing down long enough to grind into her once he'd shoved his cock entirely inside her tight cunt. He could feel her throbbing all around him, clenching and pulling at his flesh when he stilled his movements. And she'd cum all over his shaft, so much that her thighs were soaked with the effects.

An ominous smile curved his lips as he leaned over her shoulder and teased her flesh with his teeth, sinking them in deep to taste another part of her. She howled with the new found pain, pulling in a whimpering breath that made him purr. No sooner had she gasped for another breath than he fucked her that much harder.

He let go of the belt and leaned over her to cup her breasts in the palms of his hands. His grip grew tighter as he shoved her body upward with one hellacious thrust that let her know he was close, so very fucking close to release. She pulled in a shuddering breath and held it just in time to accept another thrust that made him growl and grind his hips so hard she thought she was dying inside.

His cock throbbed harder when he pumped it deep into her womb and roared with the impending orgasm that took him. He filled her with rope after rope of his hot seed, digging his fingers into her flesh to hold her with a death grip. She couldn't help but cry out, her body convulsed and within seconds she'd orgasmed again. Shaking and quivering so hard that she curled her fingernails into her palms and paid no heed to the pain she created when closing her hands into fists.

Cry after cry serenaded the night's wind. No woman had ever felt more free, more liberated, and more used while being bound and forced beneath the will of another. Their bodies were coated with a light sheen of sweat, her dress tattered beyond repair and his clothing worse for wear.

He lay upon her from behind, kissing the hollow of her throat while catching his breath. To say she'd melted and become one with the stone wall wasn't remiss. It wasn't until he'd pushed back from her body and turned her around to face him that she realized she was still bound and in more ways than one.

He brushed his lips across hers briefly before taking her in his arms and carrying her from the alcove, back into a world of civility. They left just as easily as they had arrived, the moon witnessing their arrival and departure. She couldn't help but look back from whence they'd come. Her heart would forever crave to remain upon the beach and in that alcove.