by Renard, Loki
“Mine?” I twist my fingers and pull them free, noting how her bottom takes a moment to close again. She’s almost ready. “Do you know what it really means to be mine? It means police raids, and it means dealing with death, and it means knowing men like Angelo. Sometimes it means being here with him and his boys, being one with this world. You stay with me, Kitty, and there will be no white picket fence. There will be no wedding. No babies. There will be chaos and danger and this…”
I pull my cock free from my pants. It throbs in my hand, so fucking desperate to be inside her. I’m hard as rock as I position myself over her upturned ass and let the very head of my rod touch the greasy lubed opening.
“That lube stings, doesn’t it.”
“Yes,” she moans.
“That’s what this life is like. It’s going to sting us both.”
With that, I plunge my dick into her bottom, claim her ass with one rough thrust, feel her inner walls wrap around me, and then the heat from her ass and that spice of ginger begin to work on my cock.
“Fuucckkkk…” I curse, holding myself there, taking the heat from both sources, being squeezed so eagerly by her tight little ass I could cum right now, but I have better self control than that, and she needs a much longer lesson.
Kitty
My ass is stretched as wide as I think it can go, his cock feeling twice the size it does when it is in my pussy - and it is an intimidating size there. He has set my nervous system on exquisite fire, and now he is stoking it with hard thrusts which drive inside me, neglecting my pussy in favor of punishing my ass.
I can’t think anymore. All thought has been driven from my head. Now I am nothing but flesh reacting to his will, a fuck puppet being driven down against the carpet, used in the most raw of ways.
I know I deserve every bit of this. I’ve been waiting for it, knowing that it was coming, being entirely aware that Vicious would be particularly cruel and inventive this time around. He has not disappointed me. Every moment before this one was one of mercy, but I burned through that goodwill and now I am left to suffer the unleashed nature of this man who owns me.
He asked me what life I wanted. I don’t care anymore. As long as I have him, all life is the same to me. He pushes me to transcend my small expectations, changes how I think of myself as a person. Even this ill-fated rebellion was born of him teaching me that I am more than a courier. I am a force of nature, one being tamed with every hard stroke inside my ass.
“Fuck… fuck… fuck…” I curse every time he pounds inside me, then pulls out and pushes all the way in again.
I won’t orgasm from this. He’s keeping his hands away from my pussy and using my ass for his pleasure instead. He’s fucking me as punishment, and it is working. I feel small and naughty and oh so used. I feel contrite and sorry. I wish more than anything that he’d just pick me up and tell me I’m a good girl after all, but I’m not a good girl. I’m a very, very bad girl, and bad girls get punished. Viciously.
I hear him grunting and I feel him pump and flex inside me in that way which usually means he’s about to cum. But Vicious has no intention of this being over that easily. I feel him pull himself out of me and I see him stand up, his fingers wrapped hard around the base of his cock. He’s breathing roughly, deeply as he goes over to the en suite and washes his dick and hands in the sink.
“Don’t you move a muscle,” he barks at me, just in case I was thinking about it. I wasn’t. I will stay here in this position, my fucked bottom radiating heat into the room until he tells me otherwise, because I don’t want to displease him again. I want to show him that I understand, that I can change.
He comes back and sits in the chair. I feel his hand wrap in my hair again. He uses the grip to pivot me around on my knees, and he lets me rest my head on his lap.
Tears bead in my eyes as he strokes my hair gently and I finally feel the promise of forgiveness.
“This isn’t over,” he says softly. “We’re still just beginning.”
“I know,” I reply, my voice small.
For a few minutes we just sit there in silence. I’m curled at his feet, my head beneath his gentle hand. It’s a moment of peace I’ve been craving, though it is tempered by the fact that my butt is still burning inside and out. I will be feeling the effects of this physically for quite a long time. I will feel the psychological effects forever.
“Do you want this, Kitty? Do you truly want a man capable of doing this to you?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
His fingers curl around under my chin, lifting my head. He looks down into my eyes. “I want you,” he says simply. “But I might destroy you if you cannot accept what being with me means. When an immoveable object and an unstoppable force meet, they destroy each other, and all that remains is a sucking hole.”
“I understand.” I really want him to know that I get it, but I know why he is skeptical. I’ve never behaved in a way which would lead anyone to believe that I can accept my place with him.
“It’s not just about sex.”
“I know.”
His fingers stroke my cheek lightly, thoughtfully. The soft touch makes me feel warm all over, little tingles playing over my scalp as he lifts his hand and runs his fingers through my hair.
“Suck my dick.”
He gives the order softly, but there’s steel in his voice and I already know better than to defy him.
I taste faint remnants of soap when my lips meet his cock. Even in his most twisted moments he takes care of me and makes sure I won’t contract anything nasty from his adventures in my nethers.
Still, there is the knowledge of where his cock has been, and as he urges my mouth further down on it, the fact that I will accept this treatment, that I will be eager for it, tasting him rather than myself, the salt of the cum yet to be spilled.
He pulls me up, my head between both his hands, holding me firm as he urges his hips up to my mouth, pushing his cock even deeper. Fuck I need this, the taste of him, the feeling of him against my lips and sliding over my tongue. I need to be filled in every hole, in every way. I need to know that he still wants me as badly as I crave him.
My hunger is so strong it surprises me. I have to have his cum. Down my throat. In my pussy. Back in my ass. There’s no hole I don’t want to give to him. This is about more than making amends, or proving how sorry I am. It’s pure ferocious desire, the need to bond in an inseparable way.
I have become Vicious. Everything I did, every stupid, reckless thing was something pulled from him. Like a moon flying into orbit, ripped from the earth itself, I am him.
He snarls in recognition and pushes his cock down as far as it will go, all the way to the back of my tongue and then into my throat.
“Swallow,” he grinds out, the instruction helping me to take him the way he wants me to.
He pulls free long enough to let me breathe and then he is back inside my mouth, fucking my face with those ruthless strokes.
Vicious
God she’s a beautiful mess. The sound of this is as lewd as the act. Wet gags and gasps, the sloppy thrusts over that hot wet tongue of hers. There’s no part of her body that isn’t good to fuck.
I love this. This is the best sex of my life, bar none. I’ve fucked people into submission before, but this is more than submission. This is complete, total, surrender. I can see it in her eyes. She’ll let me do any damn thing to her.
Her ass bears the hot red paint of my palm, so fucking beautiful. This was always going to be an ordeal, but I didn’t count on how completely enjoyable it would be in every sense.
I pull her head up, her mouth wet and messy, her hair askew, her eyes glassy and yet still focused on me with that fuck-lust which calls more than my cock. It calls my fucking soul.
Kitty
He looks down at me with so much dark love in his eyes. We have never been connected this way, not even when he saved my life from the monster in the forest. That was him playing the white knight, but that’s not his
true nature. He’s no knight in shining armor. He’s a deviant dominator, and I am his prey.
He stands, leaving me on my knees, and strides across the room. With his hand still in my hair, he makes me crawl in his wake like an animal, all the way to the bed which seems too pedestrian to have any place in this ordeal.
Guided up onto the bed, he tosses me down on my back and stands over me, pulling the clothes from his body. God I fucking love how he looks. Everything about him is hard and merciless, the planes of muscle rippling above me, all the way from shoulders, to abdomen, to those thighs of his and the cock standing proud between them.
I spread my legs, not because he orders me to, but because I want him inside me. I need him in my cunt, thrusting deep, making himself one with me. I want his cum there. I want him locked in me, our flesh linked. I want to be the same thing as him, held forever in his arms.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, those eyes sweeping over my body with that ferocious hunger.
I don’t feel beautiful. I feel like a sore, twisted, aching, wet, dirty, mess - and every one of those things is better than beauty in this moment. Our lives aren’t beautiful, they’re filthy and real.
He leans down over me, his mouth tracing a path from my stomach to each of my breasts, one at a time, lips finding my nipples, wetting and teasing them. He’s stoking my desire all the more, so much so I don’t know if I can handle it. I am utterly soaked between my thighs, in a state of pure fuck-lust which is controlling every part of me. No thought, no breath, occurs without reference to him.
“Please…”
“What?”
“Fuck me.”
The words are carnal, but they mean so much more than filthy rutting. I don’t just want him to fuck me. I want him to own me. To possess me. I want him to go so deep inside me that there’s no way I’ll ever be free of him, or he of me.
“You think you deserve fucking, girl?”
“No,” I whimper.
Vicious
No. That’s right. She doesn’t deserve it at all. But she needs it, and so do I.
I pull her legs up onto my shoulders, her soaked cunt vulnerable to the hard shaft of my cock. I want with all my being to push myself inside her, feel her wrapped so damn tight around me, that wet little pussy squeezing and gripping my cock the way only a desperately aroused cunt can.
But I want to make her wait more. I want her to beg me for what’s to come.
“Tell me what you want, Kitty.”
“Fuck me, please…”
“Ask me nicely.”
“Please, sir. Fuck me.”
There’s a soft lilt to her voice, true desperation. But it’s still not enough. Not for me.
“Should I fuck your ass again?”
I hear her whimper and I smile to myself. I could if I wanted. I could fuck her ass from now until forever. And I just might. But this is about her pussy. I want that little cunt. I need to claim it. She won’t know she’s really mine again until she feels my dick insider her, my hot, hard flesh stretching her open.
But it’s not my cock she feels on her pussy. It’s the flat of my hand, whipping against her soft lips with a swift slap.
* * *
Kitty
“Fuck!”
I curse and gasp as the unexpected slap makes me jolt against the bed. Haven’t I been punished enough? Haven’t I shown him that he can have me as he wants me? That he can fuck my ass, spank me until I cry, use my pussy? He can have all of me, but it’s not enough, not yet. As much as I want to pout, I know better. There’s something hard in his eyes that warns me not to try it.
I put my hand down, covering my pussy.
“Move it, Kitty.”
I don’t want to, but I do. Reluctantly, my fingers leave my pussy and another slap lands, right above my clit. Fuck! I feel flesh fizz with desire. Why do I respond to him the same way whether he pleasures me or punishes me? I don’t know. I might never know. All that matters is that it is him.
That’s when I give up, arch my hips, present my pussy to him. He can spank me or fuck me, he can use me, he can take me. He can torment me or he can take me to new heights of pleasure.
“Fuck. Yes.” Vicious growls. Another slap lands against my lower lips, and then I feel the thick head of his dick pressing inside me in one rough thrust which takes me deep.
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
“Fuck.”
He’s inside me, all the way, my cunt spread around that impossibly thick rod of his. We’re both momentarily shocked at the power of the connection between us, staring into one another’s eyes with wide, intense expressions.
“Jesus, Kitty. You’re absolutely everything to me, you know that?”
He drops down, cradles my face in his hands and kisses me thoroughly. We cannot maintain the illusion of punishment anymore. This is what we’ve both needed from the moment I threw that vase through the window and left: reconnection.
He holds himself so deep inside me it feels like he’ll never pull free again, and his mouth covers mine with intense passion. We kiss, locked at lips and sex, fully connected as much as two people can be.
I grind my pussy up against him, and he starts to thrust, long and deep and soulful. This is it. This is all that matters. This is…
The End.
A note from Vicious
Where better to leave our story than at the peak of our passion, our paths reunited, our love renewed and reaffirmed. We are twisted, deviant, dirty. Our life path will not match the life script, you can be sure of that. Whether I live another day, or a thousand more years, all that matters is the fact that Kitty is mine. We are no longer at odds. We are united in mutual desire, and dare I even say, respect.
I can tell you that Slick and Blaze asked us to be god parents for their son. They also said a flamethrower was not an appropriate christening gift, even though Kitty insisted it would come in handy in the future resource wars. Apparently a propane fueled weapon was ‘not appropriate’ for an infant. How were we to know? Hardly our department.
Kitty and I live our lives at the edge of the world, among the people, but not truly of them. Still, we will not be alone. We will have our allies and enemies alike, including the Vitali boys.
Happily ever after comes in many forms and fashions. This is ours.
A note from Loki
I hope you enjoyed this Vicious journey. I absolutely adored these characters and their stories, and I am sure they will continue to play in my mind for a long time to come.
Want more Angelo and the boys?
There’s an entire series of Vitali books collected in one place, the Broke and Bound series. It’s all M/M (my only MM series), so if that is not your jam, cup of tea, or indeed, croissant, then you have been duly warned.
Read Broke and Bound here!
About the Author
USA Today Bestselling Author of more than sixty titles, Loki Renard lives in the South Island of New Zealand, where nobody is quite sure what she's getting up to. She writes sizzling hot, action packed stories of dominance, submission and discipline.
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