From the Hidden Cupboard

Perfecting a Monster

A/N Making a Monster Part 2...  trigger warning for bdsm/violent, distructive behaviour...

"What the hell!? How many times do I have to tell you to stop wasting your food? Here, this is how much you eat. Only take this much." He passes my plate to me and I take it timidly, sitting at the table and staring at the smudge scraped across my plate from what he's taken off.

"Sorry." I whisper. He rolls his eyes. I cringe a little as he flops down next to me.

"Sorry. You're always sorry. Sorry I came home late. Sorry I didn't make dinner on time. Sorry I forgot to move the laundry over. Sorry. Maybe you should quit being sorry and just get it fucking right." He dove into his food with a huff and I took a bite to hide my smile.

He was coming along rather nicely now. I had yet to get some nice new bruising, but I figured it wouldn't be long now. I played with my food and ate all of what was on my plate. He walked out to the living room when he was done and I stayed to wash up the dishes for us both.

"Hurry up!" I heard him shout from the other room. I grinned a little and wiped the last fork dry. Then I scurried into the living room and looked at him expectantly. "What took you so long?"

"Nothing?" I say quietly and come over when he pats the couch. I curl into the side of his muscular body and sit back to watch the program he has put on. It's boring. Something about cars or racing. I stared off into space instead of watching.

"What's with you? He finally asked me. I shrugged.

"Can I suck you off?" I asked with little feeling. He glanced at me and shrugged.

"Sure, whatever. Just don't block the program." He hunches down on the couch and I slip onto the floor. Keeping my head down, I reach to undo his trousers and pull them down over his hips so I can release his cock from his underpants. It springs up half awake as I work it out.

I hum to myself as I take it in my mouth and swallow around it. I close my eyes, savouring the salty taste. I can feel his hips start to pump as I bob over the thick piece of meat. His grunts are low over the sounds of the tv. I feel his hands in my hair and I shudder at the feeling of his fingers gripping tightly.

He holds me down on him a few times and I begin to gag with the lack of air. I feel him pulsing as his muscles flex inside me, holding off his orgasm and denying me my treat. I moan around the head as I pull off and let him shove me down harshly.

"Fuck, keep it down you slut. I will never understand how you can do this every fucking night. Who knew you were such a cockwhore, hmm? You look so innocent." His voice drifts a bit and I look up lustfully at his disturbed gaze. I hollow my cheeks and suck harshly, and he responds how I like... with a mouthful of his cumm.

"Mmm. More. Can I have some more?" I plead on my knees in front of him. I wipe every last bit of his seed into my mouth and lick my fingers hungrily. His face twists up as he looks at me. I love that look. I know what comes next and I brace for it. Smack. He looks surprised at himself and I can't help the bubble of laughter as it comes up from my throat.

"What are you laughing at?" He whispers, horrified. I lick my lips and lean onto him, my cock coming to life between my legs.

"Do it again." I growl at him. His eyes widen, taking in my lust blown pupils and shuddering body.

"No." He says. I crawl onto his lap and bite my lip. My hands go to his chest and I grind down on his lap.

"Come on. Do it again. Hit me. Call me names." I am practically begging him. He tries to push me away.

"You're disgusting. Get off me." He shoves a little too hard and I fall backwards off his lap. I moan, but it isn't in pain despite having collided with the coffee table. I scramble back an rub myself against his leg like a dog. "What is wrong with you?"

"Who fucking cares. Just give me what I want." I growl at him. He kicks me away this time and I am panting with need. "More. More!" I scream at him. He stands up and comes towards me with a scowl.

"God, you are fucking pathetic. Look at you. You fucking cockslut. Get up. Get out of here. You make me sick." He bellows at me. I close my eyes as they roll into the back of my head. Yes. I crawl up his leg and pull his pants down around his ankles, nuzzling his crotch as I go.

"Fuck yes." I mutter. I cry out as his hand fists in my hair and he drags me out of the room. He throws me in the bedroom and I roll on the carpet. He stared down at me for a second before I manage to get to my feet and throw myself onto his chest. I kiss him hard, biting his lip in the process.

"Ouch! Fucking cunt!" He pushes me down on the bed and slaps me full against the face. I laugh as the iron taste of his blood against my lips registers. "You think it's funny do you?"

"I think it's delicious." I purr back. His hand comes up again and I gasp as his fist rocks my head back. Now I'm tasting my own blood mixing with his. I've bit my tongue and the flood inside my mouth won't stay inside.

"Shit. You stupid cunt." He leans over me and I reach up to pull him into my kiss. His almost pulls back, but at the last second gives in to me. I lick inside and he grimaces a little at the taste while I arch myself into him. His hands are rough as they grasp my hips to try and hold me back. His cock is hard though.

"Fuck me. Do it hard baby." I whisper to him. He blinks and finally relents. His hand yanks my clothing around and off me. My hands are pinned where they can't touch him and my bottom is bare for him. He spits on his hand and wipes it on me. It is all the prep I get.

I hiss at the burn of him as he shoves in and pumps his hips hard. My heart races as he pins me down and takes his pleasure at the cost of my comfort. He bites my shoulder hard as he cumms inside my hole. I am nowhere close to being complete myself.

"Shit. What the fuck have I gotten myself into." He mutters over me. I turn and smile innocently up at him, waiting for him to let go. He backs up and I calmly get up from the bed, disentangling myself from my clothes.

"Thanks. I'll go clean up now. Shall I?" I tilt my head and prance to the bathroom while he stares after me. I look in the mirror and crow in satisfaction. Perfect. My hips and arms are painted nicely with his marks. My face is reddening and bruising quite nicely. I feel the drip of his cumm down my leg.

My breath quickens and I take myself in hand over the toilet. My mind replays his face, his words, and the feel of his hands on me. My heart races and I hear the creak of the floor outside the door. I look over my shoulder, licking the blood from my lips and cumming with satisfaction into the bowl.

"The fuck is wrong with you?"