Our Storm - Revised

Revisions to an older post:  http://www.dominakat.com/2018/09/our-storm.html  Enjoy!

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My hands clawed at the wet brick as I braced myself against the brutal rhythm of Him.

Another nail shredded.

The smack-smack-smack of skin-on-skin and the wet sounds of sin bounced between the confines of the dark, narrow alleyway.  Our harsh melody mingled with the downpour and the low hum of the random box truck that lumbered through the drenched barren city streets.  Even the taxis had forsaken the night to the summer storm.

He shoved harder as His voice carried over the rain.  "This is what you deserve for being such a bitch.  A good fucking in the gutter."

I spread my legs wider and bent my knees.  Ahhh, yes...there.  I sighed, feeling the full length of Him.

The masonry dug into my palms, and the edges of my soaked dress clung to the sides of my pale thick thighs.  He'd bunched the fabric at my back for leverage to fuck hard and mean.  We were little more than beasts locked in heat.  As the battle of thunder and lightning raged, so also did our desire and anger.

Despite the discontent that coursed through my blood, I arched my back and raised my bare ass like the whore I always was for Him.  I needed.  Dick.  His dick.  His passion.

His Darkness. 

Him.
Him.
Him. 

Nothing and no one else would do.

Our violent energy consumed us, singeing our souls.  We were helpless to resist.

Pausing His pace, He rolled His hips, working His cock into my depths.  "Who owns you, bitch?" He growled.

The tremor of submission His possessive words inspired reminded me of the slippery edge I clung to.  I hadn't given in all evening at the club.  I couldn't give in now.  Not yet.

He trailed burning frantic bites down my neck, and I shivered at the sparks that exploded along my nerves straight to my cunt.  My pussy pulsed against the thick length of Him, and another layer of hot wetness coated our intimate flesh.  The nails of one hand ran down my tender back, marking His territory.  "Who owns you?"  He asked again in that gravely demanding tone I only ever heard when we were at our most primal.

A feral groan crawled from my throat as I fought against the sudden vicious wave of submission and desire that threatened to drown my fury.  I both loved and hated His command over me.  My shredded palm pounded against the building.  "Fuck you!" I replied, finally unleashing pent up anger.  "Fuck you for making me wait!”

Another growl.  This time in warning.  "Fuck you too!"  He pulled out halfway and slapped my still-stinging whip-striped ass with enough force to shove my bare breasts back against the rough brick.  

I sucked my teeth sharply as the dual shots of pain sliced through my mind.  My nipples had long since gone raw in this impromptu second scene.

Another slap sank into my flesh right before His dick sank again into my drenched heat. "Insatiable whore." He said almost like a prayer.

"Bastard," I replied.  I lifted my face to the blessed cool rain and shifted my weight back to seat Him firmly inside me.  I gripped His meat with my cunt before a brutal bite at my shoulder disrupted my concentration.  His soothing lick made me whimper and my heart squeeze painfully.  His affection chipped away at my defiance.

Lightning flashed between the rooftops, highlighting our erotic embrace in stark relief.  The following thunder claps accompanied His rigid shaft's steady slow push.

I ground down on him with a guttural moan, begging without words for more.

Another stroke, slower than the last. "Fuck you..." He continued with resented reverence. "For making me...want you...need you." Another earth shattering stroke.

The cruel crawl of our passion felt like a merciless vice, tightening around us.

I trembled.  Him.  Us.  It was too...much.  Bit by bit I was losing myself and ceding control to Him and our reckless lust.  I couldn't take much more.  I clawed again at the brick like a second lover I hoped to punish.

Another nail lost.

Another long...deep...endless...stroke.  I could barely hear His whisper above the rain.  "You're...heaven.  A curse.  Damn you." He slammed hard into me.  His steel dick buried in some indescribable place where my womb met my soul.

A sob escaped my lips.  In release, in anger, in pain, in thanks, I couldn't decide.  My spread thighs burned and twitched.  His belt buckle dug into my ass.  More thunder rolled over us. 

He pulled my hips tighter and held me hostage between the sweet pain of denial and the utter bliss of my desperately needed orgasm.  His dark hand snaked between me and the building to grip one of my heavy breasts.  His breath was as ragged as my own.  "Do you think...this is what I wanted?  Do you?" A sharp thrust punctuated His question.

I gasped as His fingertips dug into my plump flesh and the head of His dick nudged the edge of my sanity.

"Do you think I wanted to be away so long?"

"Fuck. You."  I managed to utter between gasps.  My tears—their betrayal—were lost in the torrent of wicked wind and rain.

"Bloody hell, you rebellious bitch.”  He let go of my breast and pulled nearly completely out of me before ramming into my hungry hole.  A fist twisted in my hair.  He pulled hard, arching my neck and back as He leaned His head next to mine.  "Look at me," He demanded.

My eyes took in His rain-streaked chiseled face before I met the fierce determination in His eyes.

A slap met my cheek.  “I’ll break My property one way or another tonight."

My eyes fluttered shut at His dark promise, and the warm flood of submission began to seep through the edges of my resolve in response to His uncompromising Dominance.

He swung my head from side-to-side, forcing me to acquiesce to His control before He released me to resume a punishing pace.

Deeper.  Harder.  Faster.  He drove into me.

I took it.  I wanted it.  I was so...fucking...close.  To giving in.  To cumming.  I didn't...I didn't...know.

A crack of lightning and thunder shook our world.  

Electricity danced across our skin, yet He showed no signs of slowing.  The relentless force of Him dragged through my slick folds and hammered against my pussy, battering my crumbling resistance.  “I.  Own.  This.  I Own...you!”

The pressure was too much.  His claim too absolute.  The dam holding back my submission broke and overwhelmed my defiance.  "Y-y-es!" I cried, finally giving in to everything I held dear.  "Please, Sir...just...fuck me!  Fuck your whore.  Please..."

He pulled me to His chest and wrapped His arms across me.  “You are fucking Mine."  One hand shoved between my legs to rub my swollen sensitive clit while His dick pistoned in and out of me.  "Mine," He growled again.

I clung to Him.  "Please...Sir..."

"Good girl, now take...every...drop I pour into that greedy cunt and cum for me!”  With one final thrust and a triumphant shout I felt His unquestionable eruption and His possession of my soul. 

I swallowed a scream and shattered as my pussy convulsed around His dick.  My gush of hot juice splattered my thighs and His shoes, mixing with the rain.  Wave after wave of orgasms wracked my body, but still He held me tight murmuring "good girl...good girl" until I was only a limp doll in His arms.

My head fell against the solid warmth of His shoulder. "Thank you, Sir.  I'm yours.  I'm yours."

"I know, darling," He replied, wiping the rain and tears from my cheek.  "You always will be."
~DominaKat