That Which Destroys Me

That Which Destroys Me Copyright © 2014 Kimber S. Dawn

Published by Kimber S. Dawn

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Published: Kimber S. Dawn: 2014 [email protected]

Editing by Melissa Willis

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*** This novel is intended for MATURE AUDIENCE MEMBERS ONLY What you are about to read is a story of perseverance, trying to overcome the transgressions others inflict on you. This is a story of love gone wrong and obsession gone mad. This novel contains obscene language, explicit descriptions of violence, sex, torture, rape, assault, none of which is limited to persons over the age of consent. Discretion is advised and you have been warned.***

Chapter One- The Fucking Good Life

Chapter Two- The Fucking Shitty Life

Chapter Three- Families are a Bitch—Even the Rich Ones

Chapter Four- Families are Bitchin’—Even the Poor Ones

Chapter Five- Who the Hell is She?

Chapter Six- Who the Hell Does He Think He Is?

Chapter Seven- Convince a Woman to Submit

Chapter Eight- Defying a Dom

Chapter Nine- Fucking Answers

Chapter Ten- Fucking Questions

Chapter Eleven-
Beasts Crave Beauties

Chapter Twelve- When Beauty Fights a Beast

Chapter Thirteen- And So the Lion Fell For The Lamb

Chapter Fourteen- What a Stupid, Scared Lamb

Chapter Fifteen- Monsters in the Dark

Chapter Sixteen- Pawn to Rook

Chapter Seventeen- Disappointment Causes

Chapter Eighteen- Rectify a Betrayal

Chapter Nineteen- Pieces

Chapter Twenty- Monsters Under the Bed

Chapter Twenty One- Talk

Chapter Twenty Two- Cinder-fucking-ella

Chapter Twenty Three- That Which Belongs to Me

Chapter Twenty Four- Rust

Chapter Twenty Five- The Desecration of Beauty

Chapter Twenty Six- Not an Explanation

Chapter Twenty Seven- I’m Sorry…Fucking What?

Chapter Twenty Eight- Vengeance

Chapter Twenty Nine- Teacher Vs. Dom

Chapter Thirty- No Choice

Chapter Thirty One - Red & White

Chapter Thirty Two- Investigation

Chapter Thirty Three- Beauty & I

Chapter Thirty Four- A Soul Becomes Sand

Chapter Thirty Five- Stella

Chapter Thirty Six- Why?

Chapter Thirty Seven- That Which Destroys Me

Chapter Thirty Eight- Lost & Owned

Chapter Thirty Nine- Breaking Beauty

Chapter Forty- The Quiet Little Boy in the Shadows

Chapter Forty One- Missing Angel

Chapter Forty Two- Monster in the Shadow

Chapter Forty Three- Ghosts

Chapter Forty Four- Life

Chapter Forty Five- Destroyed Angels

Chapter Forty Six- Monster

Chapter 1

The Fucking Good Life

Jesus Christ, her voice may have raked down my spine like fingernails on a chalkboard, but her mouth felt like a goddamn hoover on my cock. No, better yet, like a Dyson. Their slogan is ‘It never loses suction’, right? I'll be damned if I haven't been fucking Cindy? Candy? Whoever's throat for a solid twenty minutes... and I must say, she hasn't lost suction.

I drive my hands in her hair yanking, thrusting my hips harder, forcing her to take it all. In between her gagging, the head of my cock slips through the ring of muscles, bringing me further down her throat. I'm ready for this shit to be over. I'm ready to get this bitch out of my penthouse in all honesty. "Yeah, bitch. Fucking swallow that cock like a good girl. Mmm hmm." I smack the side of her face and clamp my fingers around her chin bringing her eyes to mine, "Be a good little cum slut. Don't you dare spill a drop, you hear me?"

Dumb bitch nods before I grasp my fists back into her hair and yank her face back where it belongs. I feel her gagging again around my cock and her tears trickle onto my thighs right before I shoot my cum down her throat. "Fuuuck!"

Well...now shit’s just awkward. I want to tell her to go, but I don’t want to be a total dick, especially with mine still out and within her reach. You know what I mean?

"Oh my gawd, Wes... Please, please baby tell me I can suck you until you're hard again, let me ride you. I need it. SO bad."

Chalkboard, nails... yep, fuck politeness.

"Nope, sorry sweet tits, but it's about your bed time and my bed don't have time for you." I stand and tuck myself away, securing my johnson behind the metal gates of my khaki pants zipper. I grab the C named woman up from the floor and ignore her childish pout while leading her toward and out the door of my penthouse. "But Wesley..."

"Goodnight Cindy, and seriously, I meant it when I said don't call me babe, I'll call you."  I wink before shutting and locking the door.

I hear her muffled voice through the door, "It's fucking Christy you asshole!"

Oops, hey at least I remembered it started with a C.

After I shower and grab a beer from the fridge, I sit on my bed with my laptop going through this evening’s emails. I’m usually at the office Monday through Friday, however I never really have a day off. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t have to work my ass off by any means, I just always have to be available and prompt with responses to emails and texts and shit.

My cell rings after I’ve responded to the necessary emails and logged off my laptop. “This is Wesley.”

“Hello, Mr. Jacobs. This is Rachel. How is your evening?” I grab another beer from the sub zero fridge chuckling at Rachel’s polite and demure behavior.

“My evening has been shit, Rach. You know there’s this thing called caller ID on all cell phones, so there isn’t any need for you to introduce yourself when the person answers.”

“Yes, sir. I am aware. And I apologize for your having a non-satisfying evening. That is a terrible shame.”

“Oh, no. Don’t misunderstand me, it was satisfying. Just sucks when they won’t disappear immediately afterward.”

Her audible gasp is something I find hilarious. However I keep my laughter suppressed.

“Come on, Rach. I just had you on your back, as well as bent over my kitchen table last night, love. There’s no need for you to act as though I’m the scandalous one, now is there?”

I almost spew the mouthful of beer across the black, veined marble counter top when she clears her voice and returns with, “Mr. Jacobs, please. We are both professionals, surely we can act as such and keep our personal affairs out of our professional business.”

“If that’s how you want it sweet tits. So, whatcha got for me Rach?” I fall back into my oxford leather couch and relax, sinking into its comfortable texture with a sigh.