Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit: That Which Destroys Me with The Alternate Ending (10 page)

“Have you ever had that pretty mouth of yours fucked before?” I ask.

She shakes her head, “No. I’ve… No.” The lust in in her eyes wars with uncertainty for a brief minute.

“
Mmm… Good girl. When I ask you who you belong to, what are you going to say?”

“Y-you... Yours, Wesley’s.” She keeps her eyes on mine.

A salacious smirk curls my lip, “Goddamn right you’re my good girl. Now wrap that cum covered hand around the base of my shaft, open those pretty lips and lick my cock from root to tip. When your tongue gets to the tip, swirl it around the rim then wrap your beautiful fucking mouth around my cock and suck. I want you to suck so hard your cheeks hollow, understood?”

“Yes sir.” She immediately tongues my cock, licking as instructed, and when the heat of her mouth consumes my cock, I almost blow my load. I bite a hole through my cheek trying to keep myself from cumming too soon. As the metallic flavor hits my tongue, Stella continues sucking my cock into her mouth until the head hits the back of her throat.

“Yes, FUCK yes, Stell. Goddamn it, baby.” My fingers thread into her hair at the base of her skull and clench fists full of her long, dark loose curls. On their own accord my hips thrust up, but Stella never loses a beat. “Fist my cock at the base, pump your hand in rhythm with your sucks. FUCK. FUCK YES! Goddammit, I love your mouth, Stella, Jesus Christ.”

Over and over again the head of my cock pushes against the back of her throat before slipping past the ring of muscles in her throat. I vaguely remember her gagging, and tears streaming down her face, but I’m beyond rational thought. Using my hands I tighten my grip in her hair before using it as leverage. My hips thrust into her mouth, as my fists yank her face closer. I fuck, literally fuck Stella’s mouth…

When finally, by the grace of God, I come to my senses and make myself release the death grip on her hair, she sucks until the popping sound signals the dreaded release of my cock from her mouth.

I look at her completely dumbfounded as she wipes the tears from her face. And I’m certain shock has consumed my features, “What? I did it wrong?” Her brows knit.

“Ahh, hell fuck no you didn’t. Only certified cock inhalers suck cock like that, what the fuck, Stell?” I harshly demand.

“I read books, well…
” She shrugs as shy as a school girl. “Smut books, I read smut books a lot. They can be… very descriptive.” She looks back up at me with a grin, “I took notes, just in case…”

“Took notes? The fuck, did you study them morning noon and night too?” I ask before shaking my head, “Never mind. Don’t. That’s not important.” An exasperated sigh is released from my lungs. “I’d ask if I’m going slow enough for you.” I shove the heels of my hands into my eye sockets, “But I swear to Christ, if I went any faster, I’d swallow you whole right this second.”

After I move my hands from my face, I look down and the sight of her on her knees looking up at me from between my thighs starts doing crazy shit to my chest again. It twists and constricts almost cutting off the words trying to come out.

“Ms. Reese, have you ever heard the term ‘safe word’?” I shove the question out with more difficulty than I anticipated.

“Yes, sir.” She nods.

“I told you I would push and bend until you break. However, though I want to break you, I would rather die and spend an eternity in hell before shattering you. So, to avoid that, you give me a word, no more than two syllables, a word that you speak only before you shatter and lose yourself. Ms. Reese, I need you to give me your safe word.”

“Rust.” She says with such evident determination I have to bite my tongue from asking the meaning behind her choice of words.

“Rust it is.” I stand before gathering both of her hands in mine, pulling her to her feet and leading her to my room.

What a Stupid, Scared Lamb

I can do this. I can do this. I can do this.

My internal rallying is cut off when Wes leads me through the heavy double doors and into a
bed room that closely resembles the one used by Jonathan Rhys Meyers or Henry VIII from The Tudors.

A huge massive four-poster king size bed resting on a raised platform takes up most of the far wall. Dark gleaming hardwood floors peek out from
around plush area rugs strategically placed throughout the room. Off to the side a small bar is sounded by a sitting area with furniture in the same dark reds, browns and gold colors the rest of the room holds.

The sound of Wesley’s shoes clunking on the floor draw
s my attention to where he now stands beside the bed. I watch in utter fascination as he slowly unbuttons his dark gray dress shirt, his eyes never leave mine, but my nerves keep me from being able to maintain eye contact. Once my eyes slide to his hands I can’t stop them from devouring every inch of the tan skin he reveals, inch by inch, button by button.

After his shirt is completely unbuttoned he mak
es quick work of his cuffs before his shirt flutters to the floor and the weight of his belt causes his pants to do the same.

Son of a FUCK.
The man is absolutely beautiful. No, not just beautiful, I mean he is the epitome of male perfection. Look! Count them! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8— You get that ladies? Eight pack. Jesus Christmas, I thought the V was a mythical thing; a photo shopped, or spray tan, an optical illusion. No. No. I gladly. Fuck gladly, I emphatically, enthusiastically, announce it is absolutely not. They do exist. I know I’m gawking, running my eyes from his broad freckled tan shoulders to his narrowed waist over and over but shit, I can’t help it. It’s like Twitch, Remy, and Jesse all tossed their DNA together, and I get to ride the result!

“Come here
, Stella.” His husky command causes a shudder to convulse throughout my body before I instantly move forward.

Out of pure instinct my head
remains lowered, I’m uncertain if it’s because I’m trying to hide my excitement or something else altogether.

When I’m
standing in front of him it places his cock directly in my field of vision. Damn, even his cock is beautiful. Every fucking thick rigid inch of it. I lick my lips as the memory of tasting him floods my mind.

I hear Wesley tsk me before
feeling his fingertips touch my chin and tilt my head back until my eyes meet his. His husky voice causes my thighs to clench together on their own accord, but his words have my eyes rolling back into my head before moaning, “As much as I love fucking that pouty mouth of yours, angel, I will lose my goddamn mind and blow this entire thing if I allow your lips anywhere near my cock right now.”

His hands span my waist and he hauls me up causi
ng me to yelp before gently lying me down on the bed. He walks around to the other side until he’s at my head, “Arms, angel.” I raise my arms and lay them above my head. His fingers circle both wrists before I feel silky material slithering around them and tighten, binding them together then anchoring them securely to the bed.

The position pulls my shoulders further back into the mattress, pushing my breasts out to a Russian salute. I close my eyes and listen as his bare feet pad across the hardwood floor.

When I feel the silk material being tied around my right ankle and then anchored spreading me open it evokes panic to jolt through me and thrum through my veins. The panic causes me to struggle for breath.

The
palpable change in me seems to go unnoticed by Wesley, his movements never pausing as he continues binding my left ankle to the opposite side of the bed, spreading me even wider.

He walks until he is
standing directly over me before a smile curls his lips, “Perfectly splayed— bare open for my eyes to see, and visually worship every delicious curve and line of your exquisite fucking body.”

I
can barely make his words out around the sound blood rushing in my ears.

A mantra, or chant starts battering it’s way around inside my mind:
I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Make him stop, tell him to stop. I can’t fucking do this, say it! Scream it goddamn it! RUST!

“
Shhh… Ms. Reese, open you eyes and look at me right this second.” I clench my eyes tighter, and pull my lips into my mouth before biting down on them and shaking my head back and forth. My chest is heaving, my nose flaring, I can’t breathe. There isn’t enough oxygen.

I can’t do this. I can’t do this. Tell him to stop. I can’t fucking
do this, say it! Scream it! RUST!

SMACK! My eyes fly open and I gasp, pulling blessed air into my lungs. He just slapped the fuck out of my… “Did you just slap
my pussy? Did you just open-palm slap the fuck out of my pussy?!”

His face mirrors the devils with that wicked damn grin
dancing across as he slides his hands from my ankles to the inside of my thighs before he looping each thigh over his arms and bringing his face an inch away from my core. His hands rest on my abdomen and he glances down before his shoulders nudge me completely exposed, “It fucking worked, didn’t it? You piped the fuck down.” He growls through his teeth before licking me, splitting my bare folds wide open.

“Holy shit!”
I cry out. My head pushes into the mattress and my neck arches bringing my back clear off the bed. His fingers link across my lower belly and his hands still my lower half from bucking away from his talented tongue. He shoves his tongue inside me before swirling it around and lapping up the wetness caused by his brilliantly skilled mouth. When his teeth and lips clamp down around my clit and suck it into his mouth my vision fucking tunnels.

I vaguely hear myself moan
ing the words, “Oh my God!” His finger slides inside of me knuckle deep and crooks, thrusting in sync with the rhythm of his tongue sucking and flicking my sensitive clit.

“
Gawddammit!” The scream rips from my throat as sheer, unmitigated euphoria swallows me whole, pulling me further under than ever before.

Seconds, minutes, hell hours could’ve passed before I feel myself surfacing. However long it was, it was long enough for Wesley to release me from my silken restraints and turn me onto my
stomach.

His fingertips bite into the flesh of my hips before
he raises my ass up, “Jesus fucking Christ, Stella.” He groans before shoving his head between my legs from behind, I feel his nose between my ass cheeks as his tongue swipes, lapping up cum from my pussy. His hot breath puffs against my swollen wet flesh, “If pussy were a food, and I could live off cunt alone I would never leave this fucking table, I swear to Christ.”

He moves,
standing behind me to his full height before leaning down, “One more fucking taste,” He licks me from clit to asshole then grasps my hips, bruising them with his massive hands. “Now.” His hands slide from my hips and smoothly circle each globe of my ass before running them slowly up my back, his tongue follows in his hands wake circling and tracing each of my vertebrae until his hands meet my shoulders and grip them tightly.

H
is mouth stops between my shoulder blades and he roughly whispers against my skin, “Now, Ms. Reese,” his stomach muscles tense and I feel his cock slide between my ass cheeks before thrusting back and forth. When he stops he uses his torso to align the head of his cock at my entrance, “I’m going to fuck,” He wraps my hair around his fist and pulls my head back, “The goddamn hell out of you. Understood?”

The
head of his cock pushes in only to immediately be pulled out. “Yes.” I try to nod but his grip in my hair tightens as he wraps it around his fist a second time. “Y-yes, sir.” The words fall out as I moan and try to push myself back against him.

I barely have ‘sir’ out of my mouth befor
e he slams into me to the hilt. A piercing shriek is ripped from my throat causing him to still, the hands fisted around my hair and gripping my shoulder allow me no room for movement. I’m shocked when I feel tears bite the back of my eyelids. Wesley’s lips brush kisses between my shoulder blades before whispering, “You’ve been bent, but you’ve not yet broken, angel. Yes or No. Rust?”

Around a ragged moan I reply, “No, fuck no rust.” I
rock back against him as much I possibly can trying to urge him to move.

I’ve never felt so utte
rly complete in all my life, at the same time completely split in two.

Pain and pleasure blend their
colors, pride and humiliation lose their importance. All I care about and all I ever want I have right now in this moment, and I’ll beg to keep it, “Please, Wesley, baby, please.” I push back with every ounce of strength I own trying to create the friction I need and it causes the hairs to snap from their roots at the nape of my neck.

“You trying to fuck that cock, angel? Huh? You better not be trying to twist control
away from me.” He removes the hand he has my left shoulder gripped in before landing an open palmed slap across my right ass cheek. “Now—I fucking break you.”

He
grunts pulling almost completely out before thrusting back in, slamming into me over and over. “So fucking tight, angel. Fucking hell, yes. Goddamn it, you’re so fucking tight.” Both hands release their hold on me causing me to fall forward, and before I can get my hands under me to push up he circles my wrists with his fingers, bringing them both to the small of my back, he uses them as leverage and commences fucking the ever living hell out of me.

Instantly
I feel the beginning tugs blur into forceful pulls, pushing me towards the edge. “Oh God, yes, Wesley, fuck that feels so good.”

With one hand he
anchors both wrists securing them behind my back before bringing his other hand up to grab my shoulder. He growls the words between his uninterrupted thrusts, “You.” Thrust. “Do.” Thrust. “Not.” Thrust. “Cum.” Thrust. “Until.” Thrust. “I.” Thrust. “Say.” Thrust.

Speaking is beyond my scope of abilities. The pulls
of ecstasy increase into yanks and shoves over the brink… I know he expects me to not only speak the answer but to obey his command, however my overwhelming disability has me in a position to conquer neither feat. Moans and mewls are all that I’m capable of as stars and Christmas lights spot my vision. I feel my body begin to convulse and use the last wisp of strength I possess to refrain but almost instantly I feel it snap, hurdling me over.

Wesley’s hands
slide up and tighten around my throat, my back arches from the sheer force of his thrusts. When I realize he’s choking me, cutting off access to much needed oxygen panic seizes me, and my hands fly to his at the same time he yanks me up onto my knees, stabbing into me harder and faster, I claw at his hands not caring that I’m breaking skin. The wetness of blood makes it difficult but still I continue attempting to claw his hands from my throat.

“I will fucking choke you out before you cum if I have to, bu
t you will NOT cum until I SAY you cum.” His hips are lunging erratically and his hold around my neck tightens. “NOW. FUCKING BREAK GODDAMN YOU!”

His control is
snapping, so much it’s tangible, I can physically feel it snap. I somehow gasp a breath in and slam my body back at him, meeting him punishing thrust for punishing thrust. I stifle the orgasm barreling its way through me and with my last reserves of strength and dignity I spit the words out, “I DON’T BREAK, MOTHERFUCKER!”

BAM! I’m instantly on my back being jerked to the edge of the
bed, Wesley yanks my ankles on to the top of his shoulders before gripping my waist and impaling me onto his cock.

His mouth cru
shes mine, each of his hands delicately cup my jaw as our mouths and tongues devour each other, he continues pounding into me as if his very life depends on it.

His green eyes lock with mine and he harshly growls, “Fucking cum on
my cock, you little cumslut. NOW!”

My body responds urgently
to his verbal demand and I throw myself, plunging over the precipice. Shutters rack through me causing my frame to convulse inside and out. I cum. HARD.

Wes slams
into me balls deep… I hold onto to him, my nails scoring his back and cum again around his cock as his arms shake. I use every muscle in my pussy to grip and milk every drop of his hot cum inside me.