Onyx

Chapter 7:In Which a Masochist is Born (Onyx)

"Ahh!" My breathy moans and the sound of our flesh smacking together reverberated in the dim backstreet lane.

A single lamp post sits at the entrance of the alleyway, but the ambient lighting doesn't quite reach where we are tucked in. At least our bodies were shrouded in complete darkness. I didn't want him to be able to see how much his presence was affecting me right now.

The former inferno had culminated itself into a raging abyss, its only fixation on being able to consume my soul piece by piece. Its flames rose inside my chest on every shallow inhale. Khalan was marking his essence onto my entire being with a scalding branding-iron as if I was livestock to be tamed.

Breathe.

I truly believed I was in the presence of someone I didn't know anymore. His demeanor had somehow turned even darker, from an ashen gray to pitch black.

Khalan's handsome face was marred with unspeakable anger, his gleaming eyes watching my every movement like some sort of feral animal. A beautiful face adorned in anger. A feeling that only I was willing to provoke, always willing to push him past his limits.

I was trying to conceal my pitiful whimpers into Khalan's neck, but the girth coupled with his length was stretching my pussy in ways it never had. If he continues this torture my stomach will burst.

He responds to my cries by bending my legs to my thighs delving even further into my cervix until my bare ass is pinned against the rough red brick. I could feel the sediment pricking my skin, but I didn't care about the pain.

He feels way too good to care about anything else.

Is he trying to puncture my lungs?

Was he always this big? He feels so much harder tonight.

He breaks down my walls in every imaginable way possible. No one has ever been so deep inside of me, my pussy becoming tighter with each swivel of his hips.

"You missed me, baby?", he mutters.

His deep voice and languid movements cause another scream to build its way up my throat. However, before I can release it, Khalan thrusts two fingers past my lips, directly down my scorched throat. My eyes fill with tears, and I gag from his unexpected touch.

"Shh... Unless you want someone to see how tight you're gripping me right now. I bet that would turn you on even more.", he chuckles at me with no remorse.

When I remain silent, he removes his soaked fingers and puts them directly on my throbbing clitoris. My body melted into him, legs tightening around him feeling my orgasm take over my entire body.

His thrusts turn furious as he finds his own release. Pulling out of me at the last minute as he comes undone.

Although I was lost in utter bliss, I noticed one thing amiss. His eyes were flat, void of any other emotion besides fury as if he had just punished me like I was his slut.

As if I was a common whore.

A whore who just convulsed like a maniac all over her ex-husband because he commanded me to. Turning my back to him, I roughly pull down my disheveled dress, wrinkles forming where someone had bunched the fabric up in his desperate assault against me.

My lips burned where he had touched them, my fingers running across the swollen flesh. When it's good it's amazing, but when it's not...

There's no hope of post-coital bliss in this dank ass alley. Shame isn't even the word for what I'm experiencing right now.