Feel My Storm

Today's endless rain... 

A need to dip into sensuality.

A need to remind myself that this thing we all do is usually fun and sexy and not that damn complicated.  

So...I finished a piece I started earlier this year.  

Enjoy...

~DominaKat

* * * * *

I shifted impatiently as the plane slowly taxied across the wet tarmac. The pilot had kept his promise and pushed to beat the line of wicked storms closing in on the metro area. I'd waited long enough and had little tolerance for Mother Nature's temper tantrum. I couldn't even put into words everything I wanted. I simply wanted more of Him.

Twenty minutes later, despite the swamp of humidity that embraced me, I breathed a sigh of relief as I finally escaped the linoleum sea of airport corridors of one of the Midwest's busiest hubs. I checked my phone, but still no reply. The air was thick and heavy with the coming storm.

The same feeling coursed through my blood. The anticipation. The near precipice of chaos and violence. My hands trembled ever so slightly. My nipples ached under the smoothly fabric of my dress. My need for Him...a near constant voltage of electricity through my nerves.

I clutched my phone and scanned the line of idling cars that waited to scoop up arriving passengers. My breath caught. There. Fifty feet away, He leaned against the passenger side fender of his Cadillac. He'd simply been watching me, waiting. The Man's patience was like a law of physics. Unalterable.

I took Him in even as a higher voltage of razor sharp need sliced through me. My pussy clenched like a boxer's fist and began to weep at the sight of Him. As always His outer shell masked His smooth voice, His warm laugh, and His kind heart. Hat pulled low over His brow. His jaw set. His full lips pressed in a tight frown. I couldn't smile either, not even at the inevitable nervous glances toward Him that I caught in my peripheral vision. Some distant part of me was amused at the uncertainty He always sparked, but at the moment I didn't give a fuck about anyone else's thoughts or emotions. Just His.

As usual I didn't have any inclination what was on His mind. His gaze hadn't left me, but He hadn't moved a muscle toward me.

Lightening flashed, and thunder growled. How fitting. I loved a wicked wild summer storm. With a glance at the angry sky, I grabbed my rolling case. My patent leather slingback heels clicked on the cement as I made my way toward Him. One of His newest tracks rumbled darkly from His car stereo. My nipples tightened beneath my v-neck wrap. That track had made me want to spread my thick thighs and fuck since I'd first heard the opening base line weeks ago. His gaze didn't miss the sway of my braless tits or my nipples' whorish response. My pierced nubs blatantly begged for His Hot demanding mouth. His jaw clenched, and He smoothly opened the passenger door and grabbed my bag. I slipped into the cool interior of the car just before fat raindrops danced on His Caddy's shiny hood.

Quickly circling to the driver's side, He got in, slammed the car in drive, and tore away from the curb without a "hello", a kiss, or even a glance my way. I crossed my ankles and tucked my feet under the edge of the seat. His distance did nothing to dampen my primal desire. It had been almost two months since that first weekend, and the air between us crackled. The sliver of rational thought still left in me recognized that it was likely wise that we hadn't engaged with each other at the terminal. Security may have been called. I settled back and followed His lead, nodding my head to the hard funky bassline pumping through the car's interior.

He maneuvered through traffic with only a hint of impatience. The menacing storm clouds were blowing in quickly. With every minute the late afternoon sky darkened further, and the rain's tempo increased. As His speed slowed in answer to Mother Nature's demand, He lowered the volume and switched over to the softer melodies of Jose James. Softly I smiled and sighed. I clenched my thighs. I was no better off. Jose's tracks always stroked my sexuality too.

Fewer and fewer cars cluttered the interstate through the city with every mile, yet still our progress was slow. The storm seemed determine to delay our reunion. The wind howled in warning. This was not going to be a sweet soaking but a violent temper tantrum of nature. When several streaks of lightning burst across the sky, close enough to raise the hair on my arms, He rubbed His jaw in frustration and took the next off ramp, despite our hotel waiting in the heart of downtown.

The industrial area was tired and essentially abandon for the weekend and the storm. Another burst of lightening danced like fire above us, and the rumble of thunder drown out the sultry bass and Jose's smooth voice as it bounced off the crumbling brick and cement of the old warehouses. Streetlights flickered despite dusk being hours away. He slowed the Caddy and surveyed the area before He braked hard and made a sharp right into a single lane dead end alley between two new-ish buildings, where the loading bays were closed and locked tight. He glanced around before He shoved the car in park and cut the lights, but turned the ignition back to keep the music flowing. The track changed to "Let It Fall" a dark haunting track that perfectly suited the moment.

Tension radiated from Him, but I couldn't tell if it was for the storm, for us, or something else entirely. Butterflies flutter in my stomach. I leaned forward to look skeptically through the windshield and tried to gauge how long we'd need to sit tight. The sky chose that moment to unleash a torrent of pounding rain, and I sighed. We wouldn't be getting to our room anytime soon.

My hands clenched the edge of the bench seat. I swallowed and looked over at Him. 

Suddenly His hand gripped my forearm, and in a heartbeat He'd dragged me across the seat to lay sprawled across His lap. Raw desire ripped through me, my eyes fluttered closed, and my breath caught. Just the pressure of my breasts against His chest left me dizzy. 

His fist sank into my short cropped hair, and He pulled my head back over the steering wheel, separating my tits from His body heat.

I took Him in with my hooded gaze. His full dark lips were set in a tight line. My breathing became shallow as whorish need flooded my system.

He growled menacingly before His other hand yanked at my dress' gaping neckline and grabbed one soft bared breast painfully. 

I whimpered but arched into His touch greedily.

"Seeing you again...felt like fucking lightening," He said through clenched teeth. "I told myself...PROMISED myself...I wouldn't fucking miss you." His hard dick burned against my hip while He squeezed my fat tit harshly with bruising fingertips. "Even convinced myself of that shit," He said shaking my head slightly, dragging His hand from my breast up my chest to grip my jaw tightly. He pulled my face to within a breath of His and whispered, "You made me a fuckin liar, you bitch."

His mouth fell on mine. His tongue drove into my soft wet mouth as if to punish, but I met His thrusts with equal viciousness. The grip of both His hands tightened painfully, and I groaned in pleasure at the teasing slice of pain. He bit my fat bottom lip then pulled me away from Him to search my face. 

He was definitely pissed.

But so was I. 

A fiery reckless explosion of impatience fueled me. "Fuck you," I growled back at him. "You think I liked waiting for You and this?"

He squinted almost imperceptibly, and that was the only warning I had before a wicked slap hit my cheek.

"Fuck you," I dared again with a defiant stare.

Another smack. Harder than the last. "Mouthy bitch, you'll have your mouth full again soon enough," He promised before diving back between my lips and and shifting His hand to circle my tender throat. His tongue swept into my mouth relentlessly and claimed. Slowly His grip tightened around my neck. He pulled back to watch me. "Anything smart to say now?"

A soft smile spread across my face at His Dominance even as I struggled to breathe. I basked in His control and whispered His name like a prayer.

"Not good enough," His grip didn't ease as a tear slipped down my cheek. "You know your place. Now answer the question. Anything smart to say now?"

"No, Sir," I mouthed unable to speak.

Abruptly His hand released me, and I gasped for air. I gasped again when He lifted my breast and leaned down to latch viciously onto my beaded nipple. Fire tore through my body to my pussy.

He wasn't kind or gentle. His fingers bruised. His teeth tugged and bit. He bared my other tit and devoured that feast as well while He slapped and assaulted the other.

I moaned as I drank in His barely leashed anger, frustration, and desire. My hands clutched the soft cotton of His shirt, and my thighs became slick with need. I lost any small measure of control and nearly panted for Him. My legs spread instinctively, and I helplessly began to hump at nothing but the folds of my dress tangled between my thighs. My orgasm was so close.

Releasing my breasts and my hair, His face tightened as His gaze took in my utter submission. It almost seem to anger Him more. "Wanton slut." He struck my cheek harshly again and again, bringing me partially back from the brink. "You cum when I decide, you greedy whore, not before. Understand?"

My submission slipped deeper with His demand. I blushed as the heat of it filled me. "Yes, Sir," I said with a whimper and closed my legs desperate to calm down somehow.

"Yes...that's better." His hand slid down my waist to grip my hip and turn me enough, so He could clutch my fat ass. He growled before landing a loud stinging smack.

I sighed as that wicked fire bloomed across my skin. Another smack followed. And another. I gave in, and my head fell forward into the crook of His neck. Another smack burned, but all I could do was whimper and raise my ass for another. Three more followed. I was lost. 

"Now spread your thighs like a good bitch, so I can play with that cunt."

Eager and hungry, I gave Him access.

His warm dark hand hand stroked the thick meat of my soft pale thighs. His dick grew harder and larger against my hip. I reached for His cock, but a firm slap to my thigh stopped my efforts. "Did I give you permission to touch me?"

"No, You didn't."

"Play with your titties. Work those nipples too."

I did as I was told and groaned at the additional stimulation.

His gaze took in my wanton display, and His hand resumed petting my thighs even as the rain continued to pound.

I lifted my pussy in silent plea, but He simply used my need against me.

He chuckled darkly as His fingertips traced the fat slick folds of my labia. "Greedy slut...so wet already...beg for it, bitch."

I whimpered at the teasing torture and drown in the darkness of His Dominance and sweet humiliation. My hips desperately flexed seeking more of His touch. "Please..."

He dragged a finger over my hard clit.

I gasped and squeezed my aching breasts. My hips froze hoping for another touch. Need was making me frantic. Tears welled and began to slip down my face, mimicking the trails of rain on the car windows.

"Please what, slut?" He whispered calmly. My desperation and helplessness seemed to soothe some part of Him, but I could still feel the tension in His body. This was simply the eye of our hurricane.

"Please...." I tried to arch into the heat of His hand. "Please...use me," I cried, "Use me like a filthy whore..."

In a heartbeat He shoved two thick fingers in my tight weeping cunt. The pace He set was brutal and merciless.

I cried out as the lightening of desire struck every nerve in my body. The sloppy wet sucking sounds of Him pounding me somehow echoed over of the rain. I panted in an attempt to hold off cumming. "Please..."

He simply pounded harder. "Wait for it, bitch." A third finger joined the battering ram.

I looked down at my spread thighs and watched in gluttonous pleasure as His dark fingers raped my pale tender meat in the sultry interior the storm outside and in had created. I nudged my legs wider, and my hips flexed in sync with His brutal rhythm.

A fourth finger shoved its way into my hot wet tunnel.

I whimpered and cried out at the dizzying pressure. "It's too much!" I pleaded between short shallow breaths. "I can't...I can't hold...back...please."

He growled and pulled out of my greedy cunt.

I wanted to cry at the sudden emptiness.

In seconds His hand was shoving a towel, a blanket, something under me. "You're the wettest bitch I've ever known."

A sharp slap to my pussy sent splatters of cunt juice across my thighs and ignited another round of fire racing through my veins. 

I licked my lips and begged. "More..."

"Fucking insatiable..." He gave my tender folds two more vicious smacks before four fingers tore back into me.

Something in me snapped. I growled and met the thrust. Primal greed replaced desperation. "Fuck you. You...did this...to me." I released one breast and dragged my hand down His arm to cover the top of His slick knuckles. With no shame I held Him deep in me and humped His hand clamping my cunt around His blessed intrusion. "Fuck...feel that."

His fist tightened again in my hair, and He curled His fingers to stroke my womb. "You nasty greedy bitch."

"Mmmmmmm...fuck yes." I leaned my head back against the steering wheel and ground myself against His palm. Dark feral pleasure swamped my body. "That's what you fucking want... Isn't it? A nasty...greedy...bitch."

The strokes of His fingertips became a demanding carnal beat inside the hot wet fist of my vaginal flesh.

My eyes snapped open in victorious delight. Thunder boomed overhead, and lightning flashed behind the veil of rain against the windshield as a monstrous orgasm built inside me. Something most never fucking realize...Nothing is more sexually intimate and ruthless than a Man's fingers exploiting a woman from the inside. 

His tempo quickened, and my hand slipped from its position to grip His wrist. My other hand wrapped around the bulging muscles of His forearm. Nails bit into His skin. Our pace became frantic. The pressure to cum intensified.

I shamelessly panted and groaned, an animal in heat.

He bit my neck. "Fuck yes...I can feel it. You're so close. Beg...beg..."

I gasped. Almost...all...mo-- "Please! Damn you! PLEASE!"

He growled. "I want to feel your storm. Give it to me!"

My mind shattered as orgasmic convulsions shook my body. A hot gushing orgasm poured over his fingers and hand.

He chuckled darkly but kept fingering me hard. "More...give it all to me, you nasty lil bitch." He drove into me with a twist of His wrist again and again.

A long low guttural groan crawled from my throat as my pussy clenched and an endless storm splashed between my thighs. Darkness closed around me. Tighter. Tighter. Until I fell under its warm embrace.

I don't know how long I was out. Seconds. Minutes. I came to with a single finger slowly fucking me and rain still drumming against the exterior. I sighed in sweet bliss.

"You're back. You aight?"

With a soft smile, I answered, "Oh yeah, I'm definitely aight."

He laughed quietly and kissed my ear before He whispered, "Looks like we're gonna be here for a minute. You got some work to do."

"Oh I have permission now?" I asked arching my brows.

"Do you. I want to feel the storm between those lips of yours next."

I could still feel His rock hard dick at my hip waiting behind His zipper. I licked my lips. "My pleasure. A Kat 5 Hurricane coming Your way. You may want to buckle your seatbelt."

~DominaKat