Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

Beauty and Her Beast Ch. 02

... was so hot." I shiver. I definitely shouldn't be aroused by that, right? Like it was bad to like being treated that way. But I don't know, it's really hard for me to find the words to explain why I need it so much. "Really, I know I keep saying it, but it's a gift to me that you go so hard. So many people wouldn't have the confidence or control to do what you do so well. It was the right thing to do to help me rise above my fear and panic, and I want to be fearless, to be able to bear anything. Anyway, you'd keep me safe from abuse, from real harm, from all things that go bump in the night. And you know, you're so nice outside of being a sadist. You see other people, you're so good at reading them, like that time with the homeless person, and in your work and with me...the sadistic side is the opposite of who you are. Like I'm strong-willed outside, but very submissive in this way, you're nice all the time except in this dynamic when you're sadistic and cruel." Hmm, I've told him that more than once. Seems like my controlled sadist needs some reassurance too. Owww. It really hurts sometimes. There that moment my skin breaks, then the feel of it going in, then back out, he's weaving them into my back. The depravity of this hits me all over again.

He kisses the vertebrae at the base of my neck. "I know what you mean. You're right, you did need that to snap out of it. And you're right that I will protect you from the world at large as much as I can. I'm the only person who ...

... will hurt you. I wouldn't even trustyou to hurt yourself." He's so calm, so controlled now. I think, enjoying the flow state of turning my back into a perverse artwork, a display of his cruelty. "Oh, you like that? You're getting my sheets wet, dirty little slut."

"I - I like the thought of you having more rights to my body than I do."

"Hmm, I like that too. But the control I have over you is mostly to the extent that it's necessary as a means of cruelty. You know how you said you're anxious? I sometimes feel that too, and that type of control and cruelty soothes my anxiety. Hurting you right now makes me feel so calm. Another example: I have no desire for you to become my 'free use slut'. I want to take what you're not giving as much as possible, to make it mean and painful as I can."

"But you know I want it, right?"

"Yeah, I can see and smell how hungry you are for cock." He laughs at my reaction to his words, because I moan and writhe. "Shhhh, I need you to stay still, I'll give you some later."

"But I do want your cock, Sir," I moan.

"Hmm, and I do like the sound of that."

And on and on he goes with the needles. I love it, it's so calming for us both. I'm high enough on the mild dose of endorphins that this warm, almost sleepy feeling comes over me, and our chatter slows. I'm still aroused, but not in an urgent way. As for us, it doesn't feel like we need words, but instead we're communing through the exchange of pain and power. To share something so ...