He stood in front of her, looking at his handy work. Her hands and arms were tied to her sides with the red rope they had bought together last week. She was kneeling in front of him, on the bed. Naked. Her big round brown eyes were focused on him. A rush of admiration and love flushed over him. He gently touched her face, letting his fingertips feel every inch of her soft skin. She closed her eyes and enjoyed the attention he gave her. A hand wandered down, and cupped her right breast. She held her breath. Two fingers closed around the hard nipple, first squeezing it softly, then harder, until muffled squeals escaped her gagged mouth. He stopped. Looking at her again.

You let me violate you
You let me desecrate you
You let me penetrate you
You let me complicate you

He pushed her onto her back, sitting on her now. One slap on the left breast, one slap on the right breast. Again and and again, leaving red marks on porcelain skin. Her beautiful eyes teared up. He squeezed her upper arms, her belly. More slaps hailed down on her. His heavy body next to her now, he pushed her legs apart and slapped her needy cunt. Without hesitation. he spread her open with both hands and pushed three fingers inside. Moving them in and out, he leaned over her and whispered into her ear: “You like that painslut, don’t you?”. She nodded.

Help me
I broke apart my insides
Help me
I’ve got no soul to sell
Help me
The only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself

He hesitated for a moment, observing her face wet from tears, the red marks on her perfect breasts. He swallowed. What was wrong with him? Why did he need to hurt her to feel anything? What kind of person was he that he needed to hurt to feel arousal? He felt his cock swollen in his pants. His hands wandered over her needy and helpless body. He picked up the knife from the nightstand and pushed the cold blade against the hot skin of her throat. Pulling her hair, he looked deep into her eyes. Fear and want, terror and arousal. He pushed the blade deeper into her skin, down, between her breasts, around the aerolas, down her belly, leaving red lines behind. The knife was resting on her mount now. Her body was moving and twitching in anticipation. The back of the blade was now moving over her clit. She froze. He looked at her.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

The knife back on the nightstand, he grabbed the flogger now. He was feeling the primal need to just take her, to ravish her, to use her. But he controlled his urge and allowed the tails of the flogger tickle her now hot and sweaty skin. The black leather was resting on her breasts. She was holding still, enjoying the sensation. His need for her grew. He pulled his pants down, let them drop to the floor and stepped out of them. Kneeling in front of her spread legs, his hard cock was almost touching her swollen clit. The tails of the flogger were rhythmically dancing on her twitching body. “Not yet”, he told himself, “not yet. She loves this, you love this. You are in control.”

You can have my isolation
You can have the hate that it brings
You can have my absence of faith
You can have my everything

He loved seeing her lose herself in the sensations. Her eyes were closed, her face relaxed. They were in this together, in this torturous game they had both signed up for. Holding onto her right knee, he was swinging the flogger to let it land with precision on her skin. He felt the connection with her, the bond they both craved. The link they both abhorred for its deviancy. She gave him her everything. He gave her all he could. He wanted her, he needed her. But not yet. “You are in control”, he reminded himself. He put the flogger down.

Help me
Tear down my reason
Help me
It’s your sex I can smell
Help me
You make me perfect
Help me become somebody else

He was now leaning over her, his hard cock pressed against her dripping went cunt. One hand rubbing her needy clit, he started to bite her nipples, pulling them up. Silent screams came out of her still gagged mouth. “Oh you like that, don’t you, girl?”, he said, smiling. Biting her belly and his hands pulling her nipples, she wiggled under his body’s heaviness. He felt his own arousal become stronger. Her helpless movements made him want her even more. The animal in him awoke. He needed to use her, he needed to feel her, he needed to make her squirm under his strong pounding. “How does she push me this far. How does she do it?”, he thought, as he lifted her legs up, and pulled her feet onto his shoulders.

I want to fuck you like an animal
I want to feel you from the inside
I want to fuck you like an animal
My whole existence is flawed
You get me closer to god

His cock and her cunt found each other. He pushed deep inside her, pressing against her cervix. She instinctively tried to move away from him, but he held on to her legs, having her in his grip. Another push, another push. He felt all his blood moving down to his manhood. He was losing control. All he could think of was her wet cunt and the muffled growls coming from her mouth. One hand was now squeezing her clit, the other pulling a nipple. His pounding got faster, harder. He watched tears running down her face. Her eyes were closed. Harder and harder. “Are you ready, slut?”, he yelled. She nodded. “One, Two. Prepare yourself. Three. Four. Five – Come, girl, come!” Her body started twitching uncontrollably as his hot juices squirted inside her. He growled.

Through every forest above the trees
Within my stomach scraped off my knees
I drink the honey inside your hive
You are the reason I stay alive

He was out of breath now. He pulled his still swollen cock out of her cunt and watched a slow stream of their wetness drip out of her. He pushed down her legs to help her relax. With quick moves, he untied her. Kneeling next to her now, he removed the gag out of her mouth. Her eyes were still closed. She was breathing heavily. He laid next to her, his right arm hugging her belly, as she was still on her back. “Good girl”, he whispered into her ear. He kissed her wet cheek and closed his eyes too. A leg wrapped around her legs, the arm holding her tightly, they were together in this. Close, closer.

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16 Responses

  1. I love how you have used the lyrics and told your story all at the same time. I love writing stories this way, and maybe should do so again!

    Rebel xox

  2. Violet says:

    THIS IS EVERYTHING A POST ON THIS SONG SHOULD BE! Sorry for yelling, but I was excited.

  3. May says:

    Fab way of setting out and telling your story – it worked brilliantly x

  4. jupitergrant says:

    Fantastic, and brilliant use of the song lyrics. ??

  5. slave sindee says:

    indeed magical and erotic thanks

  6. Cara Thereon says:

    I LOVE that song so much. And you nailed the feeling of rough sex and losing control. Perfect.

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