1. Degradation, Ch. 2


    Date: 5/14/2017, Categories: Fiction, BDSM, Cruelty, BDSM, Author: abeautifulmess, Source: sexstories.com

    Chapter 2: Clarice felt the mattress dip beneath his weight when he returned to her later that night. She had been asleep for hours, but she opened her eyes now, waiting for him in the dark. She knew what he would want. It was always the same when he returned from a hunt with his blood up, adrenaline racing; there was something about the primal act of killing that returned him to his baser instincts. He would fuck her now, and her usually controlled lover would transform into a wild beast, driven to rut in with her like she was a bitch in heat. She lay on her side, facing away from him, waiting for him to reach for her; she was not to appear eager. The first time he had come to her after a hunt, she had been confused at his aggression. It had only been later, when she was balled up in the corner of their opulent shower, her tears blending into the spray of the water, that she realized what it all meant. He was never truly gentle, even when he was himself, but he was always self-possessed, in control. Except after a hunt. After the blood and the screams, the bone glistening in the moonlight and the ribald tearing of flesh, then came the hot, primitive surge of lust. He had a deep-seated need to hurt; it was why their games were so fulfilling to him, but he kept himself in check, pushing her, but never breaking her. He needed her submission; her pain spoke to him, crying out for a connection that was only elsewise answered on a hunt. Clarice tried to keep her body still, ...
    fighting the urge to tense against her pillow. Her breathing was already shallow and uneven. She imagined his hands parting her legs roughly, using her; his long fingers crudely spearing her. She instinctively pressed her knees together beneath the blanket. He would hurt her, she knew, but it was a hurt she craved from him. It was a connection, a way to feed the darkness in his soul. He needed her for this. Her eyes peered into the darkness, flitting back and forth nervously. She felt the familiar bubble of panic and excitement ripple up inside her chest. She let her mind rampage with her fear as she waited to learn what he would take from her this time. She didn’t have long to wait. Hannibal’s arms snaked around her waist suddenly, gripping her like a vise, dragging her towards him on the bed. She gasped in surprise, though she had been prepared for it. This was the only time he craved her sounds in bed; he wanted to hear the anxiety and pain in her voice. He was naked, his muscled chest stained and glinting with someone else’s blood in the starlight seeping through the skylight. He pulled her under him and she felt his stiff erection, hard against her stomach. His hands fisted in her hair, wrenching her head to the side and burying his face against her neck. He breathed deeply, and opened his mouth over her pulse point. He bit down fiercely over her carotid, and she imagined his teeth biting through her flesh, her blood spraying over him, cascading in rivulets down his throat as ...
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