Chapter 188: Machala
He never had a problem dominating me. Taking me like this was his way of breaking me down and letting me know he possessed every part of me. Almost. I remained still, accepting his cock and his control. Even with the large butt plug as preparation, it burned.
I tried to think about anything but what he was doing.
Bad sub. That was me.
I flashed back to the best months of my life. During our weekends together, it was Monday mornings when his true sadist spiked. Luke enjoyed discussing my sexual likes and dislikes, but really we played a game of cat and mouse. It felt strange sitting with him at his kitchen table-cups of coffee in front of us, fully dressed. The conversations had me squirming, which I tried to hide. After discussing our two days of sexual depravity, I left his home and went to work a wet mess. Part of his game was staying hands off on Monday mornings. He'd kick back in the kitchen chair, tilting it slightly and watching my reactions with his impenetrable gaze. It pleased him to no end knowing I started my workweek with a burning need for what he would give me the following weekend.
My personal life intrigued him too. Those questions I hated because he wouldn't stop digging. I continued my charade of well-rested nights until a month into our relationship when he insisted I move into his bedroom on the weekends. I don't know what brought that on. I verbally resisted and he actually bullied me by withholding my orgasm for hours while torturing me. I relented and moved into his room. Even in the short time we'd been together, I knew his behavior was odd. Luke was always very careful about keeping me on the other side of an invisible line that assured me I wasn't his girlfriend. Now I was his fuck toy who shared his bedroom.
I hid my nighttime secrets for two weekends by remaining awake. The lack of sleep had me missing small cues he gave and it seemed like we were back to the first weekend I'd become his submissive. I would go to work on Monday, but when I got to my townhome, I fell into a drug-like sleep to make up for my sleepless weekend.
The third week in Luke's bed, I unwillingly fell asleep on Saturday night. Luke woke me up. I was fighting him with everything I had. As sanity slowly returned, I couldn't get in enough air and hyperventilated. Usually, I would breathe deeply into my pillow to gain control, but Luke had ahold of me and he wasn't letting go. I started screaming. Even knowing it was him, I couldn't control myself.
"Shh, shh, shh," he breathed into my mouth. I inhaled his breath, needing the carbon dioxide to gain control.
Of course Luke wouldn't leave it alone. "Is this why you didn't want to share a bed with me?" he asked after I calmed down.
"Please don't talk about it. I can't." Panic had me raising my voice. He let it go and held me tightly in his strong arms chasing my demons away. The following day, I knew things were different. I couldn't pinpoint it, but he acted differently.
He waited until Monday morning to raise the subject again. "Were you sexually assaulted or molested? I need you to talk to me, Machala."
I calmly walked out the front door and called a cab on my cell phone. I only returned on Friday because I needed him desperately. I worried he would turn me away, but he didn't. There was a dark rift in our relationship after that. He watched me closely and I could tell he didn't sleep well. When exhaustion overtook me, the terror returned. Luke would hold me tight and breathe air past my lips until I gained control. He did it without touching his lips to mine. His calm "Shh" comforted me, and for the first time in my life I was glad to have someone there when the memories became too much.
I remember a Monday morning close to the end of our relationship when he stood from the breakfast table and walked behind me. I'd placed my hair in my typical work bun. I hated it falling in my eyes when I spent hours at my computer.
It shocked me when his fingers threaded through my hair, pulling harshly on the bun as he tipped my head back. "Why won't you tell me who you are, Machala Winters?" He moved closer so his breath skimmed my face. "You hold back. Even when I have you begging-it's the darkness inside you that I crave the most."
"Please release me, Luke." I wasn't his sub on Monday mornings and this was against the rules.
He ignored me and continued. "Born in India, brought to the U.S. as a small child. A father with another family. These are the things you've slowly shared, but I want more. What the hell makes you tick?"
He had ahold of me and I couldn't just walk away. "Red." It was so soft, I didn't know if he heard. For a few seconds I was almost sure he hadn't.
He turned my head slowly and stepped around the chair. His thumb swiped the single tear trailing down my cheek and then he leaned in and kissed me. He'd kissed my entire body in the most intimate places. Everywhere but my mouth. It was a quirk of his. I hadn't realized how badly I needed the touch of his lips on mine until that moment.
Just as suddenly as the kiss began, he released my hair and turned away. "Fuck this."
He left the room and slammed a door in another part of the house a few moments later. His walking away shook me deeply. It was then that I knew we wouldn't make it no matter how badly I wanted it to last.
***
"Hell." I cried, coming out of my memories as Luke turned me to the side before moving me onto my back. He lifted my legs and hiked my ankles over his shoulder. I didn't like the look in his eyes.
"Where did you go, girl?" he asked as his cock pushed into my ass. "Stay with me. You take this and know it's me fucking you."
I was back in the now and it was worse because he watched me as he filled my ass.
"Yes, girl, look at me. I love your nasty asshole. You're not shutting me out... this out." His gaze burned into me. "I know how much you want it."
The problem was-I did want it. I wanted him topping me, dominating me, hurting me. Making me do the things I hated. His chilling smile made my pussy wet and so did his cock. He was so beautiful, each muscle in his arms and chest perfect and strong-made for a masochist's pleasure. I gritted my teeth against the pain as his hands tightened on my hips. He plowed my ass, no longer taking his time or caring about the burning ache.
Why did I love this man who would never give up until he uncovered all my secrets?
His eyes finally closed as his balls continued pounding against me, his cock ramming deep. A low groan left his throat, the muscles in his face tightening. With the condom he'd put on, I couldn't feel his release, but I saw when he froze, his cock fully seated in my ass as he took his pleasure.
Luke opened his eyes, their darkness piercing me. "You never learn." He pulled out and, seemingly without care, flipped me over and rested his hand in the middle of my back, keeping me there. I heard him rummaging in his bag, but I couldn't see what he was doing.
"Your mind goes a thousand miles away when you don't like something. Maybe this will keep you in the fucking moment. Pull your knees in."
I wasn't fast enough and he slapped my ass making the welts burn. While he'd fucked me, the rub of the carpet made the pain worse and now my ass cheeks screamed for a cool bath, cloth, anything. I pulled in my knees, waiting. A bit more lube drizzled between the cleft of my cheeks. The coolness felt good; the butt plug with long horse-like hair swishing across the backs of my thighs did not.
"You fucking prick," I couldn't hold it in any longer. I both loved and hated the humiliation. The coarse tail increased the burn on my ass and legs and I fought back another verbal outburst.
He laughed. "I hadn't planned to use it." Another resounding slap to one ass cheek had me groaning. "Hold still."
He loved when I begged. I tried not to plead but the words slipped out, "Please, Luke."
He ignored me and finished seating the plug. He pulled up on the chain attached to my nipple clamps and clipped another one to them. It rested across my shoulders and he added an additional one around my throat. Fuck, I hated him for doing this to me. Hated my body for responding.
He stood and pulled on the chains.
"Tch, tch." He jerked sharply making my nipples and pussy hurt. "Lead the way to your room, filly. I have more tricks in my bag."
The humiliation almost had me coming as my body screamed silently for an orgasm. I crawled as Luke held my reins.
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