My inner walls relaxed, just a bit, and he slid in even farther. This time, he moaned, a half-grunt that was fierce and almost brutal. He sawed in and out softly for a moment, lulling me, and then he thrust in even harder. My hips slapped up against the rock wall, water sloshed up over the edge.
“That pussy is mine,” he said, each word punctuated by another vicious thrust. “I own it, I own you, you will always obey me.” Slap, slap, slap. I felt his cock sink deeper and deeper. It was so tight, it had to be hurting him. I felt stuffed to the gills with him, bursting and engorged. I didn’t know how much more of this I could take.
As if he could read my mind, “More,” he said angrily. “Open up more!”
“I’m…trying,” I breathed, my voice a portrait of purified pleasure and pain.
“Try harder,” he said forcefully. “And then tell me your pussy is mine. All mine.”
I wanted to weep from frustration. I tried to get away then, but could barely move an inch. He was so far up inside me, I was imprisoned; I guess I belonged there. “Fuck you,” I breathed, angry now.
He laughed. “Tell me,” he said as he thrust so hard I screamed once more. His hand tightened on my throat and he began to pound into me, forging his own way. As tight as I was, as much as it hurt, my pussy was so wet I could hear his balls slapping up against the moisture. I couldn’t believe how turned on I was. I was confused, upset, half-hysterical. Then his free hand slid down and wiggled its way over to my pussy. I jumped against his hard, hot body. It was like an electric shock had just shot through me again.
He pulled me back a few inches, until there was more space between the rock wall and my body, so he’d have more room with which to work. I struggled then once again, but still it was of no use. And that was when his hand slid slyly over to my clit. Quick as lightning, he’d scissored it cruelly between his index and middle finger. My cunt pulsed and I started to scream. He held it, trapped there, for several long and agonizing moments. I could actually feel my heart beat there in my swollen clit, thumping against his torturous fingers. Finally, he let it go. And then he began to stroke the turgid, enflamed organ so lightly and gently, it instantly began to twitch and seize. I was about to explode once more. This time it was going to be so goddamn violent, it just might take my head off.
But behind me, Victor still had work to do. “I said; tell me your fucking pussy belongs to me.” The calmness in his voice belied how aggressive he was gearing himself up to treat me. I shook my head no, so he spanked me there, right on my thudding clit, and then he gripped my entire pussy in his palm. He didn’t have much space, so the slap wasn’t very hard, but still the contact jolted through me, and I felt my clit beating wetly against his hand. My thighs shuddered and my nipples got as tight and hard as glass. My feet were arched. I was at the precipice.
“Tell me,” he said softly, an edge to his voice that chilled me to the bone. This was what he’d meant – earlier, on the boat – when he’d said he was going to do things to me that I couldn’t even imagine…things that he’d wanted to put my body through before but that he’d gone easy on me – me, a naïve little virgin. But now, all bets were off. He was using me, torturing me, fucking me, filling me. I was his. I was. I had to cum. I had to cum so goddamn bad. And he knew it.
My whole body started juddering up and down and he chuckled. I wanted to rip his face off. Again, the anger overwhelmed me. Somehow, with him, passion would always be intertwined with fury, pleasure with pain, love with hate.
He tweaked my clit, pinched it, his grasp so tight the blood beat and pulsed against his fingertips again, then he let off of the swollen bud, giving it just a moment to really become sensitive, before stroking it once more. This time, he strummed it quickly up and down, up and down; the rough pad of his fingertip causing me unspeakable agony.
My pussy was pulsating, quivering, my clit thumping and quaking from acute, agonizing need. If I didn’t cum soon, I was going to die.
“It’s yours, my pussy is yours, okay, it’s yours!” I shrieked.
Then, like before, he said it again. “Tell me to fuck you. Beg me. Beg me to rip you open, pound you, pleasure you, ravage you, plow you. Plead with me to fuck you raw.”
“You son of a bitch, I hate you, I hate you,” I screeched. Even when he’d told me he would do things to me I could only imagine – even when he’d promised me things such as this – still, I’d had only a vague idea what he was truly capable of. This here was ten times worse than how he’d been towards me back in the boat. This was my own little slice of heavenly-hell.
He lightly stroked my clit even faster, and it jumped and leapt pitifully beneath his cruel and merciless touch. Just as I was about to cum, just as I was about to lose it all over him, screaming and writhing as my body exploded, he pulled his fingers away. I openly wept. It was over.
“Please, God, please fuck me, please pound it into me, please fuck me until I bleed! Is that what you want? Is that it? Dear God, please, please just make me cum!”
Victor gripped my clit tightly then began twirling it mercilessly between his thumb and forefinger. At the same time, he started ramming his cock into me even harder from behind; spearing me, cleaving me, shredding me, splitting me open. I came screaming, shrieking, my clit seizing and shuddering, pussy spasming as the orgasm rocketed through me and burnt me to a bloody, blackened crisp in its wake. Cum gushed endlessly out of me as my hips jumped, my thighs clenched helplessly against him, and I collapsed against his hand. That palm at my throat was the only thing keeping my face off the hard, scratchy rocks. My breasts were rubbing raw against the sand-covered granite – but I didn’t care. I was still cumming.
He was fucking me so hard now my hips were bouncing up and down, but his fingers kept my clit captive, kept rolling it, kept torqueing it, and I kept cumming my ass off. “Yes, goddamnit. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” I was pleading breathlessly, really no sound coming out as the tears streamed down my face and my pussy weakly spasmed and shook on and on. More cream gushed out of me, my walls still clenching, clitoris still shuddering and jumping wildly as he fucked me harder and harder.
Finally, when it was so raw, so tortured I could no longer stand it, he thankfully let go of the swollen, battered organ. Then he reached under my hips, angled them up, positioned my ass even higher, and plowed me as ruthlessly as he could from behind. He fucked me hard, he fucked me long, he fucked me open.
My whole body shook from the power of his thrusts. “That’s it, that’s it my little whore, my little slut. You’re gonna take it, take my cum, take everything I’ve got. And you’re gonna love it.” Victor’s dirty talk only galvanized more spasms out of my weakly pulsing pussy as he brutalized it from behind, pummeling into me, jacking my hips and my ass higher and higher as he rammed into me, plowing his cock deeper and deeper until finally, he came. He thrust so hard and so violently I screamed; screamed from pain, pleasure and victory as I felt his hot, salty jism jetting out inside of me. He kept pumping and pumping as it spurted, his hard, rigid cock jerking as he emptied himself, until finally, he was done.
Gently then, he pulled it out of me, hefted me back into the water, and washed me off. But as the sun began to bleed down the side of the sky towards its nightly berth, I saw the look in his eyes and felt a hot spurt of fear in my heart as I realized several things in direct succession; it was getting darker and colder, his erection was slowly waning, and not only he was nowhere near yet sated, I’d also only just begun to glimpse the beast within him…
Please see the further adventures of Victor and Tempest in the erotic series, ‘The Captive Bride’ Part IV, “Scorching Seas”; coming soon…
Beautiful Agony: A Tale Of Savage Love
Part I
Part II
Part III (coming soon)
The Seduction Of Bella Blue
Books I - IV (coming in February, March, and April of 2013)
“The Cottage of Carnal Delights” Series
Books, I-XII
A Submissive’s Tale
Book I: Initiation
Book II: Commencement (coming in Feb, 2013)
“Domination: The Streets Of Desire” Series
Book I: Covet Thy Neighbor - ‘Awakenings’
Book II: Crave - The Discovery Of A ‘Dom’
Book III: Revenge Is Sweet (coming Feb, 2013)
“The Hollywood Harlot” Series
Book I: ‘Serving The Master’
Book II: ‘Obeying The Master’ (coming Feb, 2013)
“The Merciless Mastermind” Series
Book I: ‘I’d Bet My Ass’
Book II: ‘Taming The Wench’ (coming Feb, 2013)
Steamy ‘Shorts’
Taken And Used: A Submissive ‘Short’
You Get What You Ask For: A Submissive ‘Short’
Bound And Gagged: A Submissive ‘Short’
The Officer Takes Two: A Submissive ‘Short’
Chained And Chastised: A Submissive ‘Short’ (coming soon)
Bound and Broken: A Submissive ‘Short’ (coming soon)
“A Mistress, A Maid”
Book I: An Offer She Can’t Refuse (coming Jan-Feb, 2013)
Book II: A Servant Of Lust (coming March, 2013)
My Sweet Submissive: Erotic Shorts
*Chaining Chelsie* (coming Feb 2013)
*Binding Becca* (coming soon)
*Mastering Misty* (coming soon)
*Forcing Felicity* (coming soon)
The Brink: A Naughty Club For Exceptionally Discreet Adults
Story I: Cheaters (coming March, 2013)
Story II: Dirty Little Liars (coming soon)
Story III: Veiled Abandon (coming soon)
Story IV: Stolen (coming soon)
Important Information Regarding What Lies Within This Book:
PLEASE NOTE: “RAPTURE ISLAND” IS A FICTIONAL ISLAND OFF THE COAST OF NORTHWEST FLORIDA. THE BEACHES OF DESTIN AND SANDESTIN FLORIDA HAVE MANY, NUMEROUS, ISOLATED, DESERTED, GORGEOUS ISLANDS FROM WHICH THIS PARTICULAR SETTING HAS BEEN CONCEIVED, BUT IT IS NOT MEANT TO REPRESENT ANY REAL ISLAND IN ANY WAY.
PLEASE NOTE: ALTHOUGH ABDUCTION IS USED IN THIS STORY, I AM IN NO WAY ENDORSING KIDNAPPING AS A METHOD OF ROMANCING A WOMAN IN REAL LIFE. NOR AM I ENDORSING THE USE OF DRUGS ON ANY PERSON WITHOUT HIS OR HER CONSENT. THIS IS FOR STORY-TELLING PURPOSES ONLY, FOR CRAFTING AN INTERSTING PLOT FULL OF EROTIC FANTASY, THAT PEOPLE WILL HOPEFULLY ENJOY READING; FOR THAT, AND THAT ALONE.
An Instructional Discussion About The BDSM Lifestyle…
BDSM writing at its core can, and very often does, involve both the use of “force, aggression, and coercion”, and “sexual submission or surrender” in its portrayals of foreplay and intercourse between two (or more) consenting adults. For those who are unfamiliar with or unaccepting of the BDSM lifestyle however, this has the potential to possibly be viewed as describing situations akin to “rape”, or even as depicting scenarios that may seem to include a certain level of mild sexual violence.
It is highly important to note, therefore, that the differences between true rape (i.e. forced or coerced sex, or sexual assault), and BDSM-themed role-playing and submissive/domination-type activities, are honestly quite extreme. Most importantly, those involved in these types of sexual fantasies and games are absolutely consenting, which can actually be deduced fairly easily by the reader, even if that reader is a novice in this particular subject area. Also, even if the authors of these types of works do not always spell out their novel’s true intentions each and every time; the general meaning and purpose of each story’s plot should be easily recognizable, nonetheless. In other words, it would be quite unusual for any one reader to mistake a true BDSM-themed romance/love scene, for that of a tale involving rape, sexual assault, and inexcusable, interpersonal violence instead.
Much of the role-playing that is involved in BDSM activities is for the submissive party to put forth an effort to “escape” or to “fight back”, with the dominant party then subduing his or her partner, and ultimately using control and discipline to bring that lover to a heightened level of sexual gratification. There are also forms of BDSM writing in which the resistant subjects (i.e. the novel’s main characters) may initially believe that they are against the idea of having sex. Yet at some point, usually through pleasurable sexual contact, their minds are ultimately changed. At that point, they are drawn into a mutually enjoyable sexual act, whether they’re willing to verbally admit to their ultimate capitulation or not. Regardless, as a reader who is thrillingly privy to the naughty thoughts, wild emotions, and pleasurable physical reactions of the submissive party, we know the real truth all along. And that’s what makes these kinds of stories so much fun to read.
Still, in the few instances where the reader does not know the true workings of the submissive’s inner thoughts, the mutual enjoyment that is alluded to in each intimate scenario should make it clearly evident that all of the sex (at its most fundamental of forms), is ultimately consensual, and conclusively enjoyable for all parties involved. As such, the amounts of “fight” and “force” exhibited are purposefully orchestrated so as to bring about the highest amount of physical fulfillment to the individuals involved, and so as to create erotically enjoyable stories for readers who choose to look further into the BDSM lifestyle. These stories do NOT involve true “rape”, but as the premise of the “appearance of forced sex” is present, regardless of the fact that the parties are genuinely, ultimately consenting and mutually satisfied, THESE STORIES DO STILL HAVE THE POTENTIAL TO BE HIGHLY OFFENSIVE TO SOME READERS.
But all readers should be aware that there is more to the BDSM lifestyle and the associated risqué literature than actually meets the eye. Additionally, there is a whole exciting and erogenous world of passionately seductive and wildly erotic sexual sagas out there; stories about hot-blooded men, beautiful and sensuously luscious women, and the resulting heady and tempestuous conquests that are just waiting to be explored. These fervent novels are chock-full of steamy, dangerously daring love scenes, and they are simply lingering patiently on their digital bookshelves, eagerly awaiting those readers out there that have the courage to delve bravely into them.
If you have any concerns, please take an additional moment to read the following “Cautionary Warning” before you begin this story:
The imaginative, colorful, and romantic tales by Dominique D. DuBois are all fictional in nature. They are not meant to represent or describe any real events, persons, or places in any way.
The ‘adult’ works of fiction by Dominique D. DuBois involve highly sexualized, extremely explicit, erotic, mature content. Each story is intended only for readers 18 years of age and older, and they contain full accounts and in-depth exposés of extremely graphic sex. These current stories/series, and any other story/series presented by D.D. DuBois in the future, can include descriptions of sexual contact/intercourse that may involve: a violation of the marriage contract (i.e. cheating), oral sex (and forced oral sex), group sex, same-gender sex, sexual threats, bondage, some mild sexual “torture” and what some may consider to be mild “violence”, physical control, kidnapping, anal play, anal sex (and forced anal sex), sexual force used during intercourse, nipple/clitoral “torture” and “clamps” used during intercourse, degrading/derogatory names/language and behavior used towards women/men, domination/submission, mild “choking”, various forms of sexual restraints (hands/collars/clothing/ropes/chains), biting, and some sexually aggressive behavior or thoughts that might be considered “sadistic” by some.
Most of the scenarios occurring in these works have been clearly listed above, but they do not represent a full list of any/all sexual situations that may appear in these works. Please do not buy books from these series if any of the aforementioned scenarios do not appeal to you, or if you find any of these situations to be disconcerting or distasteful. Many of Ms. DuBois’ works do involve a high degree of character and plot deve
lopment, but there are also some of her erotic series that are concerned primarily and predominantly with purely sexual/adult situations and themes. As such, Ms. DuBois does not wish to offend anyone in any way at any time.
If you do choose to read any of these stories through to the end, please do not leave negative feedback on the basis of the fact that these ‘books’ include ANY of the sexual scenarios listed above; you have been duly and fairly warned, and it is unmerited to leave negative feedback blaming the author for content which has been clearly described beforehand. Additionally, if you continue to read any of these stories through to the end, please respect this author’s work enough to be honest, and refrain from returning them for a refund at that time. Your integrity in the ongoing endeavor to prevent the potential abuse of all authors’ works is greatly appreciated.
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