Relentless Desire

by Jacqwin Hess

  “The Ruin.”

  The painting didn’t match the name, certain that there wasn’t a single horrid sexual act that humans were known to commit that wasn’t in the picture. There were bodies all over an ancient roman-style city that had fallen after a battle. Sweaty, huge, muscular soldiers taking the women and the men–backward and forward, two and three men at once, BDSM, and every other form of depraved sex. She didn’t get some of the expressions, the women in raptures, smiling and feeding fruit as they were being–

  “Tell me, what part bothers you the most? And honestly?”

  Adri shivered at the smell of his spiced, fresh breath and the heat of it against her ear and neck. “The rape, obviously. How the men have her tied up and her face, the pain as they rape her—the artist is apparently into that sicko crazy sort of thing. Why would anyone want to paint such a thing,” she answered, keeping tense as he chuckled in her ear.

  Loosening the hold on her jaw, he gently ran his thumb over her lips, sending painful sparks flashing across her breasts and shooting hotly down to her sex. That man had completely shut her brain down. He was so gorgeous, his body sublime; hard and aroused. She just stood there frozen as she let the smell of his skin fill her senses.

  He couldn’t help his soft chuckle when she’d called it a sicko-crazy sort of thing, which wasn’t good, since she was there to sell him the painting, which for all she knew, he had specifically inquired about. He didn’t, Stan choosing it and sending it with her, but still. He liked the sicko-crazy sort of shit in BDSM; thus, Adriaunn, having just insulted him, but she didn’t know better and so he let it pass. “Oh, sweet girl, they’re not raping her or any of them. You are virgin, aren’t you? At least you may as well be,” he replied, referring to her new life in selling erotic art, her experience in it–and…her sexual experience. Which was virtually nil from what he’d been able to gather so far, thus why he wanted to check her out and then meet her once he began to learn more about her. “That pain across her face is ecstasy, across all of their faces. It’s agonizing pleasure, glorious and divine. It’s mind-shattering bliss to have all those men tending to her sexual desires, each thrusting into her and each touching her sweet spots…all-at-once. She’s having an orgasm, as they all are, in the throws of passion and their pleasures. In raptures.

  “So, just FYI, there are two kinds of rape—the bad, the unwanted, forced version and then…the kind that is total, unbelievable bliss, which…makes a woman beg and crave it, what’s called Raging. Women want it, seek it, and often times because it’s required, needing a good, hard beating between their thighs in order to find pleasure, just like the woman here. It’s called raging, rage-fucking, and many women think that there is nothing more divine than having their cunts rampaged by a huge cock. Fucking beautiful. It’s not called The Rape, but The Ruin. There is something…wholly blissful and beautiful about giving up control and giving full power to someone else over you–your pleasure. That trust is the most beautiful thing and the greatest turn on. Letting them tie you up and do as they will, letting them take care of you, love you, caress you, and pleasure you beyond anything you’ve ever imagined.

  “Look more closely and you’ll notice that she is the one coming, with ejaculating force for her lovers. Also, see up over on the tower wall; the man’s face as he fucks the girl as she’s held by the four men. You can just see the ecstasy on her face as well, just…knowing how good it feels and his own face isn’t wretched in pain, but ecstasy, blowing her a beautiful load and finding fulfillment within her and she upon him, with all of them. The face is wretched in pain because she is in pain, experiencing utter bliss with her brain in total overload in ecstasy, so much so that it hurts.”

  “And is that why you—” She suddenly cut off, not believing she nearly said what she did, holding her breath and waiting for him to react, knowing he knew what she nearly asked; that he could only find pleasure in giving it so rough and nasty. BDSM! And speaking when she had not been spoken to!

  Well-Well-Well, my little wench has talons. Good. Hope she brings it to bed with her. “That’s why everybody does it.” He then leaned in closer. “Including you—it’s why you’re here.”

  “Not for that and I most certainly wouldn’t want to do any of those things!” she bluntly stated, her legs instinctively pressed tighter together and she tensed even more as he slid his hands away from her. “It’s just too masochistic–dark! I’m not interested and I came to show you the painting, sir.”

  Cheeky wench. “Shame. I’d rather see your pretty little cunt and I know damn good and well you’d like to show it to me. I can smell you, you know?” he crudely said in her virgin ears, her cheeks flushed that lovely shade of red again. She gasped through her fingers shooting over her lips, but then he saw her transform and now she looked pissed off. He hadn’t scared her and she hadn’t liked his rudeness at pointing out that she was gushing for him, so much that her scent was strong enough to fill the air around them. He ignored that, however, and spoke before she decided to tell him to go fuck himself and leave. “But, down to business. You have a job to do. Have you done as you were instructed? Do I at least get that?” he asked as he backed away to his chair, sitting back down as he rubbed over his swollen crotch. He picked up his scotch and drank, then set his glass down, a bit too hard as she jumped at the loud clank it made. “Now, present,” he stated in his hardest, commanding, dark voice. And one day you’ll hear those words and they’ll have an entirely different meaning to you.

  “Ye-Yes, sir,” she replied and secretly rolled her eyes. She felt so dumb calling him that, but had to fervently ignore the twinge of pleasure that had flashed between her legs after saying it–as if her pussy had a mind of its own and wanted him as her ‘Sir’ and ‘Master’! Ugh! She had a feeling she wouldn’t be a very good submissive, but this was the part she had to play since it was what he liked.

  “Good. Turn around, Adriaunn,” he ordered and she did. “Remove the jacket.” She slowly lifted a hand up to the ties of the short trench coat, undoing it; she hesitated and timidly opened the cheap trench coat. She slowly slid it off her shoulder, removing it and letting it drop on the floor. She was left dressed only in a pair of black heels, black stockings, held on by garter straps clasped to the tiny black shorts she was wearing and a small lacy corset top with little sleeves. So, she ignored his instructions and didn’t come just wearing her panties, bra, and heels alone. Oh fuck she looked hot, but he didn’t give her a look of satisfaction, just the opposite. He didn’t hide his disappointment, letting her know he knew she ignored his direct dictate over her wardrobe when presenting the exhibit to him. “Suppose that’ll have to do. Now, sell me this painting,” he ordered. She turned around and walked back to the painting, her glorious ass cheeks nearly naked with the back part of her shorts cutting in, almost like a thong. She looked back over her shoulder at him. “First, tell me what you like about the painting, Adriaunn.”

  She glanced back at the painting, cursing as she felt her nipples harden again and knowing she was damp between her legs. Hell, she was drenched, though not from looking at the painting but from looking at him and hearing his erotic, demanding tone in his voice. Damn even his voice was sexy as hell. Concentrate!

  “What’s your favorite part, and again, in all absolute honesty. I’ll know if you’re lying,” he told her and she trembled, suddenly pressing her hands to her mouth, shocked at her decision, at what had turned her on. “There is no one here to judge you or think bad or less of you. I’m the devil himself when it comes to fucking, Adri, and believe me when I tell you, there is nothing you could say or do that would even begin to shock me. There is no shame in it. It’s just a painting and you’re here to sell it, no matter the distasteful subject. Now, tell me.”

  And with her writer’s mind, thinking of her sex-filled historical romances she’d written and read before, Adriaunn put her overblown erotic imagination to work for her. “I like…the crème; how all the women are getting filled with i
t, how…it flows out of them, over the little stars of their ass, seeping from deep inside of them…so thick and creamy.” She reached over to another set of lovers and gently traced a finger over them. “Or the sight of it…shooting out of the men, the ejaculations, jetting out with such force. I like the parts where he actually paints them in ejaculation and in all its beauty. Never are humans more vulnerable than at this very moment, never more exposed or open, raw. The creaming. That’s my favorite part and…” She put her hands to her backside, slowly caressed and then gripped, drawing the soft round bottom up, but never parted. “…in every part of them.”

  At first, his mind had just gone blank and all that came to his mind was Shit! Fuck me, seriously? I’m near blowing–again–and that will be a first! Holy hell! “That…last sentence would have sufficed,” he strained to speak, his cock now raging in pain and then after gripping his hard staff to try to ease it back down, he let her continue. “Go on.”

  Adri couldn’t help but smirk, hearing the strain in his voice, his breathing labored and it somehow compelled her to go on, to get into it. “It is quite powerful, now that you explained it to me, to easily see the…dominance over them, breaking them in and the submissiveness of the women and the men of that city to their conquerors. You can now see the…true nature of the beast that resides in us all, as the dominant and the fallen, what the artist was trying to convey; to naturally be lead, controlled and enslaved, fucked and used,” she replied with her hands twisting together behind her back, either being nervous or acting as if she were being tied up. She twisted her arms and shifted her bottom. “The ecstasy of it is on all of their faces and it’s eroticism on the deepest level.”

  “And…now that you understand what the women’s expressions are about and what is truly going on, tell me, what do you not like about it?”

  She was about to say ‘that the painter is clearly a woman who's never sucked a cock a day in her life or a man who hasn’t ever been given good head,’ since all the women were being forced to take the men into their mouths. There was no definite bulge showing along their throats, their heads were straight or rather slightly lowered down in submissiveness, the guy buried all the way in, which meant he must only have a two inch penis. Therefore, it’s not very realistic in terms of how it is to give head and they don’t all roll their eyes in the back of their heads, looking like they’re having a seizure. A chuckle escaped her and she immediately straightened back up. “The colors, it’s a dark painting. I’d have had more—”

  “Stop-no, you’ve just made your first mistake. First of all, you just lied to me, since there is something specific that had caught your eye and you noticed. I should shove you over, wrap my arm around your waist, and spank your ass red as your punishment—and for blatantly refusing to come in the attire I specifically ordered you to wear when you came for the showcase,” he replied, his cock tightened again by the sound of her gasping out as she jerked her head around. Her eyes flashed wide and her mouth dropped open as she stared back at him, seeing the fascination in her eyes. Ooh fuck yeah. From that angle, he could see that her nipples were taut as her body flared in hot interest, liking the thought of him spanking her.

  “You would like that, Adriaunn, feeling that sting…and then the sweet slow burn of your skin, knowing my hand had been there. You would love the feel of my hand and tongue soothing your burning flesh.” The electric, erotic heat in there was so enormous that he could feel the hairs on his skin lift all over. They had stared at each other for a long moment before she looked back. “And always bear in mind, you’re selling a painting, Adriaunn, so there is nothing wrong with it and there’s nothing you don’t like about it. You love it. You love all of it. In fact, you want to be in there. So, why don’t we put you in there?” He came to his feet and stood behind her, sliding a hand under the thin silk shoulder piece, he rested one hand on her soft, naked shoulder and the other hand he used to touch over another couple in the painting. “You want the sweaty, filthy bull of a man forcing your thighs apart, his mouth open, covering your creamy hole, his tongue slashing brutally all over your clit, hurting you and biting at your folds, then ramming his tongue deep inside of you, scooping out your…cream and swallowing it.” Oh man, if her cunt tastes half as good as it smells...

  “Then your cunt automatically clinches about his tongue, loving the forced intrusion, loving the feel of his tongue jabbing hard at the walls of your tight little hole, massaging it so good. Since you’re filled with such delight, you hold it lovingly inside and then suddenly you scream as he tears at your clit and sucks hard off of your pussy, laving down over your sweet little star and slipping a finger within it, gently and just at the entrance where it feels so good. I’d like to chew on a sweet pussy and eat it raw.”

  Actually, it didn’t sound appealing to her at all—remembering the last time it happened, it hurt and had never been good. Cal, her ex, didn’t like it either, which was embarrassing and caused her to think something was wrong with her. This guy just said he could smell her which only made her more self-conscience and hating the thought.

  Adriaunn shook the thoughts and got back into the story. “Then he rises up, with one hand down moving within my—her virgin ass, he uses his other hand…and guides his strong, hard, massive cock to…her tiny star, placing it just inside. Then he grabs her by the throat, holding her down and…lunges,” she replied with her voice going dark and lecherous, hearing his breath jump and grow harder in her back against her flesh. “…he bucks viciously up into her, stretching her beyond capacity, tearing her apart, stabbing brutally at her deepest walls, forcing them to shape around him, to stretch and take all of him, her scream of pain and delight reaping the air. All eyes turn suddenly to watch, smiling as they see her bouncing wildly…menacing on his dick, that’s fucking her so viciously. He hardly gives her time to catch her breath as he continues bucking, pummeling her tiny little hole—or ass, ah…stabbing steadily and hard, without thought or care. Thrashing her with the force of his entire body, arching back and seething in such pleasure, unable to think or stop giving her the most joyful…raging of her life; tits jumping so fast and brutal. He didn’t stop; pounding faster…and faster, bodies smacking as they kept beating each other cruelly with dead on collisions as the crowd cheers him on. Sweat runs off of him, all between them as he continues to pound her senseless, growling as he jabs more viciously at her, spearing it and mercilessly ramming all of his cock down into it, getting blasted with her crème that shot forcefully out of her delicate little hole. He keeps rutting into her as she lays passed out. All too soon, his dick blew its massive huge load of come all across her belly, tits, in her pussy and at her gaping ass; thick, hot ropes…after ropes…of his milky cream shooting out of him…into her. He then rams it at her cunt, still blasting away, coating her walls of his newly broke fuck-slave. She watched her new Master’s semen slip out of her, flow and saturate over her thick, swollen pussy, down over her little bud and pool. It was so delightful and beautiful, thanking him over and over, thinking it the most wonderful thing to be rage fucked and used by such a man, conquered by such a warrior, dominated beautifully.”

  Oh fuck me! His mind screamed as he literally had to keep his hands fisted painfully in his pocket to keep from tearing into her clothes and fucking her. “Shit. You’ve almost sold yourself a painting,” he replied as he stepped up behind her placing his hands down on her small hips. Getting his fingers under the thin strips of her panties, he started to draw them down and then stopped when she slapped a hand over his. “I want to see that lush ass of yours. I’ll pay you two thousand dollars just to let me look!”

  “No…sir. You can see it plenty and I’m not the exhibit or a whore to be bought. The rest isn’t for sale—I’m not for sale, not any part of me—ever—for any price. I am not a whore, prostitute, or slutty little peach for you to use. I don’t hail from New York, so I’m not like the women you’re used to falling at your feet. I can’t do it. I’m not so stupid as to hav
e sex with total strangers that I’ve never met before—”

  “I’m not asking for sex and…we’ve met or rather seen each other in passing plenty of times, if you’d think about it. I’m not a total stranger to you, Adri.”

  She just continued, “…or show you anything other than the art that would give you leave to proceed to do or take more than a glimpse of me. Control yourself. I’m managing it.”

  “The hell you are. I can smell your hot, gushing cunt from here. Just a look is all I ask.” He again tried to tug them down, but she pushed his hand away and stepped away from him, grabbing the jacket up and putting it back on. She took a deep breath, and tried to calm her racing heart. She turned around, looking him in the eyes as he sat back down. He crossed a foot up to his knee and stared back at her, running a thumb over his full, gorgeous red lips, the other hand…down at his engorged cock through his black pants. God, was there nothing about him that wasn’t pure perfection and beautiful?!

  Yes—His soul, since he was one of those kinky fuckers who loved his fetishes and BDSM apparently. He was extremely gorgeous and wealthy, so he was used to getting his way, so sexually aggressive and…she realized the danger she was now in. And he could be one of those pervs!

  “Relax Adriaunn; if I was going to hurt you, I would have done so the second you walked in the door or into this room or any time after…your lovely description of the painting. My dick will be hard for months after buying this piece from you.” Sebastian was extremely disappointed, having hoped he wouldn’t have to spend any time breaking her in and taking her. He had actually planned to have sex with her, but that obviously wasn’t going to happen. Seeing her shyly blush and twist her lips, biting at the inside of them, looking so young and innocent—yet felt that undercurrent of anger, on the verge of shutting completely down and being ‘turned off.’ He didn’t want that! He was such a bastard for doing what he was with her, but he couldn’t help it. He wanted her too much.