IMPLIED BDSM/VIOLENCE KINK //consensual! (bondage kink, degradation, etc.)
"Jesus!" your breath gets knocked out of you as your injured body slams against the bedroom wall. Pain explodes through your lower back, your brain spinning as you try to focus on him.
"That'll teach you, you dumb whore!" he shouts, his hands grip the scruff of your hoodie, racking your chest in his wake. You clench your eyes shut and let him take all his sexual frustration on you.
"Malachai...." you whimper, feeling his hands throbbing against your tight throat. He stunk of hormones and adrenaline. He scoffs and takes a blow round your cheek. You stagger back, your eyes rolling back in pleasure and anger. You loved it. You loved it so much. His rough hands could destroy you and that was what excited you. A sudden voice throws you back into reality.
"Wake up, y/n! You're a fucking stupid slut, huh? Yeah, speak!" he growls, spitting on your face. Your shaking body was overwhelmed with feelings, his exploring hands gripping your core as his body trembles with screaming hormones. His fingers around your clit, his hands around your neck slowly draining the air out of your body, his other hand groping your breast roughly, overstimulating you. You could barely speak.
"Speak!" he shouts, snapping you once again back into the moment. "Y-yes!" you splutter, your hard clit throbbing and taking control. You wanted him so badly...
Malachai. Oh, Malachai. He was a kinky motherfucker, he would keep going till he got his own way and soon got a reputation of being the kinkiest and horniest guy at the school, and he wanted you. He had ebony skin, with a bouncy, fluffy afro which you adored. He stood at least 5'11, with large veiny hands and a sharp jawline, his dark moonstone eyes shaped like a predators eyes. Man, he was gorgeous. You adored him so much, he was your obsession, your world, your everything.
The world stops spinning. Malachai forces your thirsty mouth open with his two fingers, and spits in it. Your neck is littered with hickeys, raw red marks against your cheek and your eyes glistening with tears. He chuckles.
"My girl." he murmurs, barely above a whisper. "just my little slut." he chuckles softly, lying you down gently. You stammer out useless words as you look down his body to see his tightened groin. You look up worriedly, his eyes say it all. He needs you. Right now. You try to move your slender hands to unzip his pants, but realise you were tied to the bed. Fuck!
"Look, aww!" he teases, unzipping his zipper slowly, one hand stroking up his pulsating cock as his eyes locked onto your own. Precum oozed out of his sensitive tip, making you stutter. You keep eye contact with him as he slowly pushes himself inside you. "Fuck..." you moan, as his dick immediately finds your sweet spot. Goddamn, go quicker! you think, but you could hardly hear your thoughts over his heavy breathing and your soft moans.
It kicks off. His hips thrusting and thrusting faster, pounding you silly. You scream as your sweet spot repeatedly gets pierced, his tip just teasing your cervix, making you weary and alert but you knew you had to just sit there and take it. You groan and whimper but it doesn't help, the feeling was building... up and up... you felt everything. His twitching dick, the bumpy veins which you loved, his dripping tip.. God!
Your toes clench as you scream. He launches you through a soft orgasm. "Good girl..." he whispers, "that's it..." he thrusts harder now, aiding you through your orgasm. His voice really helps a comfortable climax. "you're okay..." he whines, his dark eyes narrowed and his grip hard against you. He was so close, if only you could help him like he helped you. One last shaky moan from Malachai sets him off. He humps you faster, his strokes sloppier as he rides out his orgasm. He whines as he collapses next to you, his legs shaking slightly as he turns to face your sweaty face. He smiles and doesn't utter a word as he unclips your handcuffs. He sets your violently trembling body on its side in front of him, and gently spoons you with his hands wrapped around your curling hips. He mutters cute nothings in your ears and you soon fall asleep to his hoarse voice.
"You're a pretty pet, hm?"
