The Wolf Inside 

by Shon Richards

http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/2010/03/wolf-inside.html



In BDSM fiction, the most popular story is that of a regular normal person experiencing the journey of self discovery as a submissive. The 'Coming of Submissive' is popular for really simple reasons. For vanilla readers, they get to see a transformation usually accompanied by a lot of rationalization. For kinky readers, they get to relive their own transformation through the eyes of a fictional character. The act of anyone becoming a different person is also an easy to understand story arc that almost any writer can pull off.

For ages I had wanted to write a 'Coming of Dominant' story. I had written several 'Coming of Submissive' stories to the point that they were threatening to bore me. As a dominant I wanted to tell a story closer to my own interests. I stumbled across doing so when I did 'Volleyball Island Madd-ness' but that was a comedy. Heck, it was also a female dominant, which is not quite me.

I made a list of the things I wanted to discuss in a 'Coming of Dominant' story in an attempt to brainstorm a plot. It seems to be that when people write stories about dominants, they tend to create these flawless egomaniacs who seem to conjure incredible acts of submission out of their submissives. The dominants I knew in real life were a Hell of a lot more insecure. I knew the egomaniac doms and yeah, they are quite gripping, but they seem to be the exception rather than the rule. I wanted to talk about that dominant insecurity.

The other thing I noticed about dominants was their Jekyll/Hyde natures. Long term submissives often spoke of their dominants as if they were two people. There was the nice guy that they loved and then there was that terrible force of nature that they lusted.

I wrestled with how to address these issues forever. My lucky break came when I read Mark Millar's 'Wanted'. The movie was about silly assassins and a sillier magic loom. The comic was much more outlandish. It was about a dork who finds out he is the son of a super villain. Over the course of the series, he is trained by other villains to kill, rape, steal and do as he damn well pleased.

I thought the story was shit the first time I read it. A few months later, I came back to it. I wasn't sure why. It was an adolescent power trip fantasy but it was growing on me. I ignored the bits I hated and realized what I loved was that it was a 'Coming of Dick' story.

Creativity can be hard to explain. Things cemented in my mind over a few weeks. The story in 'Wanted' was shit except for one great part- normal dork whom everyone walks over, suddenly becomes different and not in a noble way. I wanted to discuss the dual nature of dominants. I wanted to talk about the twin conflicts of lust and anxiety.

That is how I came up with becoming a werewolf as a metaphor for being a dominant. Things fell into place. There is the character of Dylan, but there is also the beast inside. It is transmitted sexually, but only rarely. Best of all, it doesn't come with an instruction book. In the real world, kinky people can find groups and books for their questions, but it is my belief that no book or support group can really explain those feelings inside you. They can relate, but can anyone really know the personal beasts inside a dominant? I don't think so.

I hope you enjoy it.



Part One

It was a bad day to be hunted by a beautiful woman.

I noticed her while I was waiting for the MARTA train. It was a dreary day, and her red hair with yellow streaks caught my eye. While everyone else wore coats and jackets, all she wore for warmth was a tight red sweater. Even at a distance, I could tell she was beautiful, but I averted my eyes.

At the time, I thought I looked away because it had been a bad day at work. My boss, Lisa, had chewed me out right before I left work. My ex-girlfriend Karen had left a nasty message on my cell letting me know that once again I forgot to track down some CD she had left at my place. To top it all off, my coworker Scott had taken credit for one of my ideas. I was wallowing in self-pity, and a beautiful woman was an unwanted distraction.

Looking back on it now, I know the truth. I looked away out of self-preservation.

A few minutes later, the woman was walking near me. I was facing the train track, but I could see her out of the corner of my eye. I could smell her, something sweet that made my throat dry. I stared straight ahead as she walked behind me. I heard her pause, and then she kept walking. When I thought she was far enough away, I turned and sneaked a look at her back.

She looked over her shoulder at the same time I looked at her. She smiled and nodded.

I blushed. She had caught me sneaking a look at her ass. I remembered how much Karen had scolded me for looking at her ass. Karen had felt that looking at a womans ass  even if you are dating her  was somehow sexist. I could still hear her self-righteous tone. Not for the first time, I wondered if I would ever forget that nagging voice.

The train arrived, and I was glad for the chance to get away from that embarrassing scene. I stepped in and found a seat as quickly as possible. I held my breath as people filed in, wishing that it would be empty enough that no one would have to sit next to mine. You never know what kind of people you might end up near.

The doors closed, and no one was sitting with me. I let out my breath. When I breathed back in, I smelled her. I snapped my head around, and there she was, five rows behind me.

She was still looking at me. Her arms were folded over the top of the seat in front of her. She was leaning forward, as if ready to leap up at any moment.

I turned back around, confused and even a bit alarmed. What if she was going to confront me? What if she was toying with me just to embarrass me at some point? Shit, why would such a beautiful woman even be looking at me?

The train thundered to the next stop. I kept my head forward, resisting the urge to look back at the woman whom I knew was staring at me. The train halted, and the doors opened. While the doors were open, I couldnt smell the womans perfume. When the doors shut again, I realized I could smell it even stronger now.

Trying to be as nonchalant as possible, I slowly turned my body sideways. I took great care to act like a man stretching his legs. I glanced behind me as casually as I could.

She was now sitting two rows behind me. She had one of the strands of her red hair wrapped around a finger. When our eyes met, she winked.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. Now I knew she was messing with me. I got a little angry. I didnt know what her game was, but it had been a long day. I was not in the mood to be screwed with. I just wanted to get home, make dinner and watch TV.

To comfort myself, I thought of various cool things I could say to the woman. I imagined her trying to accuse me of looking at her ass and then I would say something devastating and witty. In my imagination, I handled confrontations with poise and dignity.

The train stopped again. As the people loaded and unloaded, someone sat down beside me. Of course, it was she.

All the cool things I had been going to say died on my tongue. She leaned toward me, just enough so that her sweater-covered breasts pressed against my arm. I was very aware of just how heavy they were.

She grabbed my hand and placed it on her jeans. She squeezed my fingers around her thigh. I wanted to say something but I was paralyzed. All I could do was look at those blue eyes of hers.

How many more stops till your place? she asked.

I get off at Dunwoody, I said.

Her fingers tightened painfully around mine. No, I will be the one getting off. You might if youre lucky.

I didnt know what to say. Are you propositioning me?

She laughed. I want to fuck you. If you have a problem with that, too bad.

My cock hardened. This was too weird to believe. Is this a joke?

Her fingernails dug into my hand. Shut up, now.

I did. The train kept going, and I didnt know what to do. Was this some sort of trap? Was she going to mug me? What would Karen think? Should I make a run for it when we got off the train?

Now that she was sitting next to me, I was braver about looking at her. She had on pink lipstick the color of candy. I didnt see a shirt underneath the sweater. As I kept looking, I wasnt too sure she was even wearing a bra.

I squeezed her thigh. There was no give as with Karens chubby legs. It was like squeezing a brick.

My train arrived at my stop. The woman stood up and held onto my hand. I followed her through the train station. I noticed several men giving me jealous looks. They couldnt figure out how a guy like me was with such a hot girl. They didnt know that I was her prey.

Do you take the bus, or do you have a car? she asked.

I have a car, I said.

Good, we might fuck there, she said. I cant wait.

My cock throbbed again. Wait, we cant fuck in the parking garage, I said. They have security. Wed get in trouble.

She spun around on me. Her lips curled into a snarl. No, that wasnt quite right. Ive dated an angry woman. I work for an angry woman. This wasnt anger. This was something else. It was hunger.

What is your name? she asked.

Dylan, I said.

Dylan, listen very carefully, she said. We are going to fuck when I say we fuck, and you are going to fucking thank me for fucking you. Understand?

I could feel my face blush. I wanted to tell her to fuck off, but damn, she was so sexy. Honestly, was it any worse than something Karen would say? And this girl was so much fucking hotter.

Whats your name? I said.

You havent earned that, she said. Wheres your car?

I showed her. It was on the top floor of the parking deck. There were few cars left, as most of the other commuters had already left for the day. It looked like it was about to rain. I could smell ozone mixing with whatever that perfume was that she wore.

When I unlocked the car door, she stepped behind me and unzipped my pants. I didnt say anything. I knew who was in charge here.

She reached into my pants and grabbed my cock. I moaned, but she shuddered. I knew then that she didnt just want this, she needed this.

Get in the car, and pull your pants down, she ordered.

I did what she said. I also pushed the seat back as far as it would go. My cock was hard in my lap. If this was some sort of a trick or trap, this is when she would spring it.

Instead, the beautiful woman unzipped her pants. She yanked her jeans down to reveal no panties whatsoever. Covering her sex was a lush bush of red hair. She kicked off her jeans and threw them into the car. The woman then climbed into the car, slamming the door behind her.

She straddled me. With one hand wrapped around my cock, she guided me up into her. Tight, scalding heat engulfed my cock. She took all of me, growling like a beast as I slid up into her. I just sat there, gasping and moaning from the perfection of her pussy.

You want to touch my tits, dont you? she said.

Yes, I said.

Too bad, she growled, and I was not surprised.

She grabbed my headrest and fucked me. There wasnt a lot of room for her legs, but she was so damn limber. One foot was on the edge of my seat next to the door, while the other was on my gear shift. Her legs moved like pistons, lifting her body up and down on my cock.

I put my hands on her breasts, still covered by that tight red sweater. I could feel her nipples. I could feel how heavy they were. Like a kid in high school, I groped her breasts while respecting her boundary of no actual touching. It was humiliating, but it was also damn hot.

The car shook with our fucking. The windows fogged up almost instantly. The collision of her ass hitting my thighs was starting to bruise me. She let go of the headrest and grabbed my shoulders. Her fingernails dug deeper and deeper as she tried to drive my cock deeper and deeper inside her.

Sweat was dripping off her and onto me. I looked into her eyes; they were narrow slits. She was panting, her body straining to keep up with her own fucking. I let go of her breasts and watched them bounce underneath her sweater. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. It was primal. It was feral. I cant explain how I felt except to say I admired her. It was like her entire being was focused on just one thing  fucking the hell out of me.

I could feel her tightening around me. I knew she was about to climax. I dont know why I hadnt already. I guess I was too afraid or shocked. As her climax came closer, she did something that really surprised me.

She kissed me. Just like the fucking, it was ruthless. Her mouth dropped down on mine, and her tongue entered me. She took my mouth, and I was stunned by how fierce she was. She was a stranger, but I had never been kissed with so much passion.

When she climaxed, she screamed into my mouth. It was a roar of triumph. She stopped fucking me as her body shook. We paused. She was exhausted, and I was afraid to move.

Come, she said. You may come.

I stayed still.

She sighed and reached down. Her hand gripped my cock. She stroked me. The tip was still inside her, but she was stroking me hard and fast.

I came within seconds. In contrast to her animal scream, I could only whimper as I shoot inside of her.

Oh, God, I said. I looked into her eyes and tried to think of something, anything that could sum up how I was feeling. I had nothing.

She rolled off of me and into the other seat. She took her jeans and started to put them on. I felt a surge of panic. Was she just going to leave?

Wait, whats your name? I said.

She sighed. Her face was different now. That hard hungry look was gone. She just looked tired.

Eden, she said. You deserve that much.

Do you do this often?

She laughed, and there was no joy in it. Im trying to cut down.

Eden opened the car door, and I tried to stop her. Hey, do you want dinner or something?

She paused. You were dinner. Go home, Dylan. Your little adventure is over.

Eden got out of the car. I sat in the car with my pants still around my ankles and watched her go. I was fucking exhausted, but I didnt want her to go. She seemed sad about something, and I wanted to help. I watched her go back into the train station. I didnt even get out of the car. Fuck, I can be such a pussy.

She was wrong, though. My adventure was just starting.




Part Two

I was exhausted when I got home. I mean, sure, I had been fucked silly, but this was a different kind of tired. It took everything I had to climb the stairs to my second-floor apartment. My body was dragging. I fell on my couch and just laid there. I was breathing as hard as if I had just ran a marathon.

And damn, did I have the worst hard-on. The hottest woman in Atlanta had raped me, and I was ready to go again.

I was debating what to eat for dinner when I passed out on the couch. I hadnt even taken my shoes off yet.

I woke up around midnight sore as hell. My legs and arms were killing me. I hadnt hurt this badly since I had been dumb enough to move into my apartment by myself. Every muscle ached as though I had been lifting washing machines.

I was sweating almost as much as Eden had been in my car. I stumbled to the air conditioner and saw that it was 70 degrees in my place. What the fuck? Did I catch the flu from her?

Thinking about the flu made me realize something. I hadnt worn a condom. It never came up, and quite frankly, I had been too blown away but what was happening to think about it. Now I realize how stupid I was. Girls you meet on the train who fuck your brains out are definitely what we call a high-risk situation.

Fuck it. I was too hot and sore to think about it. I was also damn horny again. I took some ibuprofen and stripped off my clothes. I hit the lights and fell on top of my bed.

I dreamed of sex.

I dreamed of my downstairs neighbor. I didnt know her name, but I had seen her 100 times walking her Great Dane. That dog always barked at me as if he knew that I was checking out his owner. I couldnt help it; she had beautiful long, curly, black hair that fell halfway down her back like a satin sheet.

In my dream, the dog was sitting on the floor whimpering as I fucked his owner. She was on all fours as I pulled her hair back with my hands. Her ass would shake with every pounding thrust I gave her.

I made her pant. I made her whimper. At one point, I even made her bark.

She did it all. She did everything I made her do, and she did it with a smile on her face. She was happy to be my bitch.

I awoke in my bed. My underwear was sticky with my emissions. I had come in my sleep like some fucking teenager.

I stumbled to the bathroom to clean myself off. Damn, I had never seen so much semen. I kept cussing as I wiped myself. It was easier to focus on the mess than it was on the horrible dream I had. Why was I dreaming about humiliating someone during sex?

My skin burned. My muscles were still on fire. I should have taken more medicine, but I was too exhausted to think. I went back to my bed and collapsed again.

I dreamed of the apartment manager, Tera. She was a big blond woman with even bigger tits. I picked this complex to live in partially because I had fantasies of one day asking her out. Instead, I had ended up masturbating to thoughts of her for a month until I met my ex-girlfriend.

In my dream, there was no shy masturbating. I dreamed of walking into Teras office and demanding a blow job. She was shocked. She was offended. She was completely turned on.

I forced her to her knees and tore off her blouse. Light blue veins ran through her white flesh. Her immense breasts were putty in my hands as I fed her my cock. I squeezed her tits and twisted her nipples until she sucked me just the way I wanted.

Tera masturbated as I fucked her mouth. I ordered her to do it, and she gladly complied. When she climaxed, I could feel her mouth vibrate on my cock.

I awoke again to another mess in my underwear. My body was feeling worse. I couldnt find the will to sit up. I just laid there and wondered what the fuck was going on.

My cock was still hard.

The sun was out, and I dimly realized I was late for work. I didnt care. It occurred to me that I should see a doctor but I fell back asleep before I could make a decision.

I dreamed about a black woman. I didnt know her, but I recognized the apartment she was in as being in my building. She was inviting me into her place while she stripped off her clothes.

She told me she wanted to be dominated. She told me how her husband thought she was perverted. She told me about the porn she read and the books she hid with her vibrator. She begged me to do something about it.

In the dream, I was angry. I was not somebodys gigolo. I wasnt here to make her dreams come true. I was here to take. I was here to fuck.

I slapped her. It made her smile.

I pinned her down to the floor. It made her moan.

I fucked her. One hand was on her throat, and other hand was grabbing a brown breast as I pumped her. She lifted her hips to my thrusts and bared her neck to my grip. She wanted it. I gave it to her, but I also took it from her.

This time, the phone woke me. It was mid-afternoon. My cock was painfully hard, and I was pissed that I hadnt climaxed. My body still hurt, but my anger motivated me to answer the phone.

Dylan, an icy female voice said. It was my boss, Lisa. Where are you? Do you have any idea what time it is?

I should have been apologetic. Paul got fired last year for not calling in sick, and I had done the same stupid thing. I should have begged her forgiveness.

Listen, I said with a snarl, I am sick. I feel like shit, and I am mot coming in to work. Deal with it, and leave me alone!

I slammed the phone down. My cock was still hard and sticky from the last load Id shot into my underwear. The room smelled of sweat and come. I had missed dinner and breakfast and now lunch. I wasnt hungry, I was just horny.

I started to jack off. No lotion or tissues, it was just me and my hand. I couldnt wait long enough to do anything but grab my cock.

I hadnt been this horny in years. I couldnt focus on any one thing. I thought about fucking Teras breasts. I thought about fucking my downstairs neighbor from behind. I thought about fucking my boss in the ass.

I climaxed again. The orgasm felt great, but there was no release of tension. I wanted more. I needed more. I needed to thrust my cock into a woman and feel her take me.

I fell asleep with my cock still in my hand.

I dreamed of sex.




Part Three

It was Friday night when I awoke again. My body still hurt but the aches had faded some what. My underwear was a mess from all the times I climaxed in my sleep. Thank God I didnt feel hot anymore. Whatever fever I had was finally broken.

I stripped down and climbed into my shower. The cool water fell on my body and washed the semen away. For ten minutes I just stood there and let the cold water cover me. After sweating for so much, it felt good to be embraced in near ice.

Despite the cold water, my erection was still there.

When I got out of the shower, I saw myself in the mirror. My chest was unrecognizable. It was covered in dark black hair that stretched all the way down to my cock. I touched my chest, thinking maybe I had picked up some sort of lint when I noticed something more impressive. Underneath the hair was muscle; hard, solid dense muscle that sure as hell wasnt there before.

I checked out the rest of my body. My little gut pouch was gone. There was actually the beginning of definition on my stomach for the first time in my life. My hands kept wondering around my body. My ass was firm. My thighs were strong and firm. I had biceps and triceps that I could clearly feel. No wonder I felt so sore. My body felt like it had been working out for a year and apparently, I had the muscles to show for it.

That certainly explained the exhaustion. I wasnt hungry though. Maybe I had crossed over into some sort of weird too hungry to be hungry phase, but food seemed unnecessary. I had no desire for it.

What I really wanted was to get laid.

My pants were too tight so I had to get out an older pair from a few years ago. The only shirt I could find that would fit over my chest now was a XXL I had bought by accident. For some reason, I didnt even bother to put shoes on. Barefooted just seemed right for tonight.

I stepped outside my apartment and walked to the railing. The wind felt great. I was on the third floor and I could see down across most of the parking lot. It must have been around 6 because cars were flooding on a constant pace. People were coming home to their families, their lovers or their empty apartments.

I breathed in the air. It smelled like pussy. I breathed in deeper. My cock throbbed. It smelled like wet panties.

Barefoot, I ran down the stairs. My body took the steps three at a time with ease. I didnt question my new fitness; I was too busy following that smell.

I left my apartment building and walked down the parking lot. I passed two buildings and the smell grew fainter. I backtracked to the second building. My nostrils were flaring, trying to suck in more of that sweet smell. Up the stairs I went and I followed the smell to apartment 206.

I knocked on the door. For a moment I wondered what the hell I was doing. If a woman answered, what the fuck was I going to tell her? If it was a man, what the fuck then?

A surge of anger lifted through me. If the woman had a man, then that mother fucker was the one who needed to worry.

The door opened and through the small crack I could see young blonde woman. Christ, if she was legal she must have been in college. Something inside me didnt care though. Legal or not, I could smell her pussy and I wanted it.

A lie sprang to my lips. Is Amy here?

A look passed her face. No, I think you have the wrong apartment, she said.

I recognized the look on her face. It was disappointment.

Oh man, I lied. Do you know which apartment shes in?

She was hardly paying attention to what I was saying. Her eyes were all over my arms and chest. Her mouth was slightly open and I got the feeling she was taking big gulps of air. It was very weird.

No, sorry, she said. She opened the door wider. Have I seen you before?

She probably had around the apartment complex. I knew I had seen her before. I had dreamed about her during my sick period, along with a hundred other women. I recognized the short blonde hair and the bright blue eyes though. In my dreams, we were in some dark club where naked people were being spanked and this cute girl was begging me to tie her up.

At this point I had lost all sense of risk aversion. Oh wait, I think I have seen you at the club. I looked around suspiciously. You know, the really dark one.

Her eyes lit up. Oh wow, I knew I had seen you before. Come on in.

My cock throbbed. Fuck, that was easy. I felt shame at having deceived her but not enough shame to turn around and leave. I needed her too badly.

Her apartment was pretty sparse. There was a futon in front of a television and a small dining room table that doubled as a computer desk. Georgia University banners were everywhere so my college student hunch was correct. It was pretty common in Atlanta. Rich kids had parents who would rather buy them a nice apartment rather than assort with the riff raff at a dorm. In an apartment, they were less likely to meet drunken frat kids trying to get in their pants.

Instead, she had met me.

My name is Bee, she said. Thats my scene name. Do we give real names outside the club?

I had no idea. Best not to, I ad-libbed. My name is Dylan.

She kept looking at me. Im not sure if she was expecting me to do something or if she was regretting her decision to let me in. For a moment I felt a bit of panic that she was going to see through my lies. I had this urge to just make a run for it but something stopped me. Who am I kidding? I stayed because I was so damn horny.

Ive seen you at the club, I lied, but you were always surrounded by other guys. Not a bad assumption to make on a lie.

Bee bit her lip. Yeah, being the new sub in a leather group gets you a lot of attention from guys. I was warned about that by my friend, Heather. You should have approached me. Most of those guys are old enough to be my dad.

Leather group? My dreams were more accurate than I thought. What was more disturbing to me was how much I could see right through her as she talked. Her face was flushing ever so slightly. Her nipples were hardening under her bra. I could smell her pussy as if it was right in front of my face. I could hear her heart beat. She found me attractive and she was excited by the idea that I was part of her group.

Well, Im here now, I said. I walked to her and her eyes lit up. I put my hand on her shoulder and she shivered underneath my touch.

It wasnt courage that motivated me; it was pure fucking need on my part. I didnt know how the people in her group did things and I was afraid that I would do something that would give that away. But at the same time, I knew what I wanted and somehow, I knew what she wanted too.

Bee, Im going to tie you up, I said. I was shocked by how similar my words were to what Eden had said to me. Then I was just plain shocked by what I said. I mean, what kind of girl would consent to that from a stranger? She would have to be out of her mind to not call 911 and kick my ass out.

Bee purred. Okay, she said.

It was like a beast awoke within me. It sprang into action. I was surprised that she had agreed but my body was already moving. I reached for my belt but I wasnt wearing one. Instead I reached for hers, unfastening it and pulling it off her body while she giggled.

Oh wow, she said. I have some handcuffs if you-

No, I growled. Handcuffs seemed wrong. They would be too easy. I wanted to exert myself over her.

I spun her around and pulled her hands behind her back. Bee immediately crossed her wrists. Damn, she did want this. I wrapped the belt around her hands, wrapping the thin leather like it was string. The belt cinched down tightly around her wrists.

Ow, tight, she said.

Good, I answered. Her discomfort was important to me. Now what else do we have to work with?

She turned around. I bought some rope online. Its dark red.

I shook my head. I grabbed her shirt and lifted it up. She was wearing a small white bra that covered her petite breasts. With her hands bound, I couldnt get the shirt past her shoulders but that was okay. It got stuck behind her head, pulling her neck down.

Oh neat! she said. We should have a safe word, right?

Safe word? I remember hearing that term once in a movie but I wasnt sure. What word do you use? I asked.

I dont know, Bee said. She was so damn perky and excited. Youre the dom.

I closed my eyes and listened to that horny swirl of emotions within me. It quickly answered.

Mercy, thats your safe word, I said.

I pulled her shorts down. Her panties were white with red hearts. I paused as the smell of her pussy almost overwhelmed me.

Is there something wrong? she asked.

I shook my head. Looking around, I saw what I needed. She had five or six belts hanging over a door knob. I grabbed one and wrapped it around her ankles. It was important to hobble her, to limit her movement and trap her.

Her pussy grew wetter and I could smell every drop.

Do you do breast bondage? Bee asked. Ive always wanted to try that.

I stood up and looked at her. Anger rose in me. No, I said and then I hooked my fingers into her bra and ripped it open.

Bee squealed in delight. Oh my god!

The pink nipples were so hard. I wanted to bite down on them. I wanted to suck on them and feel her squirm. Despite how badly I wanted her, I struggled to control myself. She was helpless and I was not thinking straight. This felt like rape and it was becoming very hard to care.

Ask me, I said. My voice was low.

Ask you what? Bee said.

Ask me to bite your nipples, I demanded.

She bounced on her toes. Yes, bite my nipples, sir!

She shrieked as my head dived down. It might have been the sir. It was her term but it was an acknowledgement of submission. I had never been into that kinky stuff before but hearing her say that one word unleashed me.

I bit her tender nipple. I bit down so hard, sucking her young breast into my mouth.

Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes. This is what I needed.

I pushed her bound body against the wall. She nearly tripped with her hobbled ankles. Her body hit the wall hard and I didnt care. Now that I had her permission, allowed myself to enjoy her.

I ravished her breasts. I licked, sucked and bit like they were the first tits I had ever touched. In a way, they were. No breasts ever tasted so sweet, no breasts seemed so soft and tender.

Better yet, I could smell the effect my sucking was having on her pussy. God damn, that was intoxicating.

When I finally stopped, her tits were covered in bite marks. Clarity swept over me. I had done that? Every inch of those small breasts showed my teeth marks.

Oh you play hard, Bee said.

Yes, I realized I did and I wasnt finished. Looking at her, topless with her shirt still on and her ankles bound, she still seemed too free. I needed to control her.

I grabbed another belt. I slipped it around her knees. I locked her knees together and pulled the leather hard before tying it off.

Another belt went behind her. I wrapped this one around her elbows, pulling them together until she couldnt put them any closer. She cried out as I tied it down, but she never asked me to stop.

The last belt went around her neck. Im not sure why. I think I just wanted to put her on a leash. My cock throbbed as I saw how helpless she was.

Oh wow, she kept saying. I grabbed her by the chin and brought her face close to mine. She breathed in hard and I could feel her body tremble.

Listen, I said. I want to rip off your panties and fuck you.

Okay, she said.

No! I growled. My fingers tightened around her chin. Look, listen. Once I pull those panties off, I am going to fuck you. I am going to fuck and fuck and fuck till I cant move anymore. It might take all night. So think about that, because once I start I dont know if Ill stop. Understand?

Her eyes were afraid but I could smell her desire too. Stupid silly girl. I wanted her to say no. I didnt want to know what I would do next. I wanted her to reject me and stop this before I fuck the shit out of this young woman.

Fuck me, sir, she said.

I tugged hard on her leash. She squealed as she stumbled towards me. At first I was going to fuck her on her bed but I couldnt wait that long. I dragged her to the futon and then pushed her face down onto the flimsy cushion. She started to roll over and my foot pinned down her shoulder.

My pants were off in a second. I kneeled behind her and pulled her slightly up by the hips. I stuck a pillow under her hips, keeping her ass and pussy up at an angle. Now she was ready for me.

The tip of my cock was right beside her pussy. I hesitated. Bee whimpered.

Is something wrong? she asked. Want me to beg again?

I laughed. No, this time I was just teasing you.

I slipped into her. I impaled her with my cock, thrusting deep into that young tight pussy. God, she was almost as wet as I was hard.

We fucked. Well, I fucked her. Bee just took it. My cock slammed into her and pinned her to the futon. With her legs bound together, she could hardly move. All she could do was moan from every body shuddering thrust.

With each thrust, I changed. My guilt about lying to her faded away and was replaced with pride from having captured her. My hesitation about fucking a bound woman turned into excitement about fucking someone helpless. My worries for her feelings were forgotten as I worried only about getting what I wanted. I turned into a fucking, grinding humping beast of a man.

For fun I grabbed her arms. They were bound straight back and I lifted them. It drove the top part of her body deeper into the flimsy futon. I bet it hurt but God, she kept moaning. I needed her to hurt. I needed her to know she was mine to fuck as I please.

I needed to know she was mine.

My body was unstoppable. I had more endurance than I had ever had before. In and out, my hips kept pumping. In and out, my cock kept fucking. In and out, my thighs kept ramming back into Bee.

Bee came first. Her body shook and I could hear her scream into the futon cushion. The smell of her pussy changed ever so slightly, urging me to fuck just a little bit faster.

When I climaxed, it was with a roar. After masturbating endlessly, it was nice to come inside a pussy. My fingers clenched around her arms as I came, adding new bruises to her skin.

My head cleared a little. The beast inside me grew quiet. The overwhelming craving faded just a little. Fuck, did I not use a condom again?

I pulled out of Bee. With the flush of orgasm upon me, it felt like I was looking at her for the first time. The belts were so tightly wrapped around her body, I was taken back by how cruel it looked. I started to take the belts off, whipping them off her body like a guilty man.

Oh God, that was so cool, Bee said. No ones ever done that to me before. Can we do it again?

The guilt fell off of me. The beast was growling within me. I didnt want to be responsible or thoughtful. Bee was looking at me like I was a god. I wondered what her mouth felt like.

I let the beast take over again. I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head down to my cock. Her lips opened and took me in. It wasnt as good as her pussy, but the act of keeping her head down on my cock was just as good.

It was going to be a long night.




Part Four

The fuckfever broke Sunday afternoon. For the first time in days, my cock was limp. My lust was sated. I could think clearly. My stomach growled. I was hungry for something other than breasts and pussy.

Bee laid beside me. She was asleep on her back. Her body bore the evidence of the weekend. Bite marks covered her tits. Rope burns decorated her wrists and ankles. Her thighs were red from our nonstop fucking. Even her lips were swollen from where I had rammed my cock into her mouth.

I had done that. I knew that her ass was purple from spanking bruises. I knew that her back was scratched all to hell. I knew that even her scalp hurt from where I had pulled her hair during sex. Every part of her was sore, and every part of her was a place I had claimed with teeth, fingers or cock.

I wasnt sure how I felt about that. Over and over, I had forced her to beg for it, and over and over, she had consented to whatever lust I had. It was what she had wanted, and yet, looking at her mauled body, I couldnt help thinking that maybe I should have denied it to her.

Well, thats if I could have denied myself.

Bee awoke. A look of fear crossed her face, followed by a smile.

I cant fuck anymore, she giggled.

Yeah, me neither, I said.

What was it, eight times? she said.

It was all a blur to me. Maybe.

She rose on one arm. Bee winced as a rug burn on her elbow bothered her. She collapsed back down.

I think we should talk, she said.

That was an understatement. Oh?

Yeah, she said. I think youre really hot, but Im not this kind of a girl.

Until a few days ago, I hadnt been this kind of a guy either. I kept quiet, though.

I guess what I am saying, Bee said, is that I have to focus on my classes. I need to keep my grades up, and I cant really commit to being a submissive. Im not a lifestyle girl. I mean, you cant be fucking my brains out all the time, you know?

I nodded gravely. I had no idea what she meant by lifestyle, but I got the submissive part. I understand, I said.

Youre a great guy, she said. But  I mean  wow, youre very powerful, you know?

I placed a hand on one of her bite-covered breasts. No, actually. What do you mean by powerful?

She winced as my fingernail brushed her tender nipple. When I first saw you, something just came over me. Maybe its because youre the first real dom I have met, but my pussy just got wet when you started talking. I started thinking about what you would be like in bed. And that cologne! Oh, my God, that is such a sexy smell, I just wanted to rub my face all over you.

Poor Bee. I wasnt a real dom, but I know what she meant. I remember feeling that way when Eden cornered me.

Tell me more, I said. Do you feel like I forced you into anything?

No, no, no! she said. Oh, my God, you have no idea! I have fantasized about this all the time! All my old boyfriends were, you know, vanilla.

I frowned. You mean white?

Bee laughed. Very funny. I meant they arent into kinky stuff. I feel like I have been waiting for someone like you forever.

Someone like me? No, she didnt want me. She wanted what I had become. And even that was conditional.

But you dont want to commit, I said. My fingernail scratched a new line into her breast.

Bee moaned. I like you, she whined. But I cant just do this all the time. I have to go to school and stuff.

I nodded and sat up. She was letting me go, but I felt relieved. I worried that whatever had happened to me was somehow controlling her mind, but hell, she had no problem telling me this was just a fling. Maybe I was the one who had lost my control, and she was the one who came along for the ride.

She got up when I started to dress. Bee got out of bed and groaned as she tried to walk. She was unsteady on her feet, which was not surprising considering how Id fucked her tight ass twice last night.

In the living room, I saw her panties still on the floor from when Id stripped her. I picked them up and for some reason stuffed them in my pocket. I looked for my shoes until I remembered I had come over barefoot. Well, this is goodbye then, I said.

She hugged me. Her body relaxed in my arms. I think the thought of my leaving was as a relief to her. My real name is Bonnie, she said. I was named after my grandmother, and I hate it. Bee sounds less old-lady.

My real name is Dylan, I said. I guess I need a better alias.

She laughed. Will I see you at the club?

It was my turn to laugh. Sure, I said. Or maybe Ill drop by your apartment again sometime.

I felt her body tense up again. OK, she lied.

There was no goodbye kiss, but that was all right. I walked out into the cold air and headed to my apartment. My cock was no longer hard, and for the first time in days, I couldnt smell pussy. I started to plan what I wanted to eat. I was dying for a steak or maybe some thick hamburgers.

Back in my apartment, I saw that I had five messages on my cell phone. They were all from Karen. The bitch thought I had her Shiny Toy Guns CD. Every week, the woman found something new that she thought I had. Usually I stopped what I was doing and searched for whatever she was missing. Fuck that. Halfway through the first message I deleted the rest of them.

I took some patties out of the freezer and tossed them into a frying pan. I turned the heat up high and just stood there. The sizzling meat smelled almost as delicious as pussy.

It had been a weird, wild few days, but it looked like the worst was over. Maybe Eden had given me some sort of weird nymphomaniac flu that made me so horny that I was imagining things. More likely, just having wild sex with a stranger turned on my sex drive to the point that I was able to score with a college chick. Whatever it had been, my cock was limp, my fever was gone, and I could get back to my life. Lord knows, I needed my head straight to deal with all the work Id have piled up on Monday.

I thought about being on the train with so many working women in their little business skirts. I thought about Atlanta women with $100 haircuts just begging for my hand to twist their hair. I thought about office buildings packed with bored women looking for a thrill.

My cock got hard again.




Part Five

Riding the train was hard. This was where I met Eden and my eyes kept looking for her. No one had her golden red hair. No one had her incredible smell. I thought about how she took me. When we meet again, I fantasized about how things would be different. For one thing, I wouldnt be the one begging.

I got off the train and got on the long escalator to street level. It moved so damn slow. Actually, everyone was moving slow. The crowd reminded me of a herd of cows, not so much moving as much as they leaned and fell forward. I wanted to run. I wanted to push my body and sweat. Instead I was stuck on a slow damn escalator with a hundred people standing lazily before me.

When I reached my office building, I skipped the elevator. It was ten flights up but I took the stairs. Two at a time I ran up the steps. Up and up I climbed, and the longer I went the faster I got. By the time I reached my floor, I wasnt even breathing hard.

I walked into my office with a cocky grin. I felt great. I felt superior somehow. My only regret was that my work would force me to sit down and stare at a bunch of numbers when I could be outside running the streets.

The smell of pussy hit me as soon as I walked in. It was just as strong as Bees had been. My cock became hard again.

Hey Dylan, feeling better? Gwen asked.

I stepped closer to Gwen, trying my best to smell her without you know, smelling so hard I snorted. It wasnt her.

Yeah, Im feeling much better, I said.

She looked at me a little odd. You look different. Did you get a haircut?

Nope, I said. I bet Lisa wants to see me right away?

Gwen nodded. She was staring at me. I wondered if my zipper was undone because she kept looking below my waist.

Yes, she said for you to come in as soon as you get in.

I smiled. Good, lets get her tantrum out of the way.

Gwens jaw dropped in shock. That was terribly unprofessional of me. Usually I was afraid of Lisa but the smell of pussy was driving me up the wall. I wanted to fuck and if I could figure out who in this office that I could smell, more than likely it was someone who I could fuck. I knew that much now.

I walked past rows of coworkers. The pussy smell grew stronger. I kept licking my lips, tasting the pussy on the air.

Dylan! a male voice yelled out. It was Scott. Hes kind of a selfish dick but isnt most office people? He is always trying to grab all the credit but I dont take it personally. Its just the way he is.

There was really no reason why I walked right up to him and got into his face.

What? I growled.

Fear spread across his face. Umm, if youre feeling better, can you check on the Comcast account for me? Im running a bit behind.

No, I said. I turned and kept walking to Lisas office. As soon as I couldnt see him anymore, the anger faded away. My mood swings were taking me by surprise. I just hoped I kept my shit together when I talked to my boss.

The pussy smell hit me full force as I opened the office door. I groaned. It was coming from Lisa.

Sit down, Lisa snapped. She was trying to be stern but she had no idea how fucking horny I was right now.

God, she was a sexual harassment lawsuit come to life. Lisa was an older woman but she always had thick lovely brown hair that came half way down her back. A round woman, today she was barely keeping her large breasts penned in with a red jacket. Thankfully the weather was too cold for a skirt so she was just wearing black slacks but my eyes were drawn to her shoes. They were some sort of expensive black strappy thing that encased her feet like leather bands. It made me want to bind her whole body in leather.

The beast inside me wanted to fuck. I wanted to keep my job. I pushed the beast down and tried to act normal.

Feeling better? she asked. Her tone was sarcastic without an ounce of concern.

Much better, I said. My tone was just as sarcastic. Damn it, I was trying to behave but the bitch was pissing me off.

Her jaw clenched. I could hear her heart rate pick up. I could smell her pussy surge.

Care to explain the attitude problem? Lisa said.

I stood up. It felt wrong to sit. I wanted to tower over her. I wanted to look down on her. I belonged above her.

I dont have an attitude problem, I growled. I just want to get back to my fucking job.

The smell of her pussy grew stronger. The beast was howling inside me. She would be a good fuck.

Okay, she said. Her voice was almost quiet. Get back to work.

The beast wanted to kiss her. Instead I turned around and left. I closed the door behind me as I left her office. The smell of her pussy subsided just a little. God damn, I wanted to mount her so badly.

There was plenty of work piled on my desk. You miss a day crunching numbers and the requests seem to multiply. We manage credit transactions, making us not quite a bank and more like a glorified traffic cop. The finance world is constantly moving money no matter who is sick or turning into a sexual predator.

The math became an escape. The hard numbers and accounts occupied my mind. There is no oral sex in verifying a state to state transaction. There are no nipples to pinch in a weekly summary. More importantly, the work was normal and sane. I didnt understand why I could smell every time Lisa rubbed her thighs together but I sure as Hell knew that the Bellsouth account was being over charged.

What I couldnt understand was Gwen. I have had a small crush on our receptionist forever. Long legs and straight blonde hair were one of the best combinations known to man. Ive lost count of how many times I have fantasized about her but today was different. I couldnt smell her pussy. I couldnt hear her every breath. It was like she didnt exist and even when I pictured her naked, I couldnt get an erection.

But when I thought of my boss, it took all I had not to walk into her office and fuck her. That would be just for starters. The beast wanted to make her beg for my cock. She would have to choke my cock down before I would deign to let her pussy have it. And when I did give it to her pussy, it would be with her bent over her desk. The beast would make her cunt mine.

People began to leave. It was lunch time and I hadnt even noticed. I got up and left the office. I had to get away from Lisa. I had to get away from her delicious pussy before I did something stupid.

Thats when I thought of the food court. Our office building was part of a group of buildings that linked up to tiny mall. It was a fast food trap, utterly useless to shop for anything but a hot meal to get you through the rest of your work day. Today though I realized it might satisfy my more pressing needs. If I couldnt give Lisa to the beast, maybe I could give it someone else.

I walked into the center of the food court. Crowds of suit clad people surrounded me. Some ate to escape the stress of their job while the others refueled as fast as possible so they could return even sooner. It was where stress and exhaustion collided over plastic trays and Styrofoam cups.

But here in the center, I could sense other things. Above the smell of fried foods and bad Chinese, the smell of pussy overcame all. Through the roar of cell phones and plastic forks I could hear heartbeats coming closer. In a sea of suits and briefcases, some people were as bright as stars.

I thought about Eden. Did she have the same insistent beast inside her? Did she have to go searching for strangers to fuck just to get through her day? I thought about how she had raped me and I knew it was the case.

A woman caught my eye. She was a curvy woman with curly brown hair that framed her face. She was wearing a black dress that was very professional but somehow I knew she had a tattoo of handcuffs on the small of her back. Any other day I wouldnt have given her a second glance but I was different now. Now I could smell how wonderful she was. The beast approved.

I used to have trouble walking through crowds but today I weaved through them as easily as deleting old accounts. Lines and floor of traffic are pretty insignificant compared to the task of reaching the woman you want to fuck. Men knew to get out of my way. Women were glad I hadnt chosen them.

She didnt see me till I was right beside her. Our eyes met and I could hear her heartbeat soar. Discretion never entered my mind as I grabbed her by the hand.

Lets find somewhere to fuck, I whispered.

She blinked. Her mouth opened and closed. A smile formed. Okay, she said.

I led her through the crowd. I debated heading to my car. I considered taking her back to my office. Luckily, I found what I needed. There was a small store that had closed recently. They used to sell office stuff, things like pens and notepads. It went out of business and the mall owners put those annoying makeshift wall partitions up to block the store. It was designed to hide the stink of economic failure from the rest of the mall. That suited me perfectly.

I stepped behind the wall, still holding onto the womans hand. For a moment she hesitated but only a moment. The doorway to the store had one of those chain wall things that came down like a garage door. It was no problem. I reached down and with one hand, ripped the door off the bolt that had pinned it down.

Holy shit, the woman said.

The beast liked the look on her face. It was fear mixed with lust.

The store was just an empty space. There was no light except for what peeked over the top of the wall partitions. The only thing left of the old store was a few shelves. They would serve my purposes.

Whats your name? I said.

Janet, she said.

Well Janet, my name is Dylan, I said. Before we fuck, I have a few little rules you need to follow.

She nodded eagerly. I understand. The smell of her pussy told me she was happy to have some rules.

I pulled her to one of the shelves. Taking both of her hands, I raised them above her head placed them on the highest shelf. When I looked down at her, I caught her trying to sniff my neck.

Rule number one, I said. Do not move your hands.

She smiled. Will you punish me if I do? Her eyes were hoping I said yes.

Ill punish you by not fucking you, I said. I unzipped my pants and stepped out of them.

Holy, she said when she saw my cock. I was hard of course. My cock felt bigger than usual, although that could just be my imagination.

I lifted her skirt up to her waist. Janet swayed back and forth, trying to tease me and seduce me. She didnt know that the smell of her pussy seduced me first.

Her panties were a shiny blue material. I pulled them down and tossed them aside. Her cunt was right in front of me, a tiny patch of hair pointing down to her clit.

Rule number two, I said. Ask me to eat you.

What? she asked.

My fingers reached for her pussy and I pinched a fold of skin. She cried out but I noticed she didnt move her hands.

Okay, okay, she said. Please eat me. Please, please, please, umm, I forgot your name.

Its Dylan, I repeated. Then I dived into her pussy.

When I am in this state, eating pussy is like falling into a pool of cunt. I dont have the self control to tease or be subtle, I just lick. My mouth does the fucking; my tongue thrusting and over and over into that sumptuous cup of desire. I gorge.

Only dimly was I aware of Janet. I heard her moans and they are as inconsequential as the sounds from the mall. When her legs spasm and her hips twist, my hands pin her down so I can resume eating. When she climaxed, I only noticed because her pussy becomes even more delicious. Shes not a person or even a lover; shes just lunch to the beast inside me.

When I have eaten my fill, my desire shifts. I stand back up and look Janet in the face. In the dim light I see that her face is flushed. Her lipstick has bite marks. Lucky for her, her hands are still where I placed them. For some reason, the turns me on more than her pussy did.

Your pussy needs my cock, I said. She nodded.

I unzipped my pants. Say it. I said.

My pussy needs your cock, Janet said. It was barely a whisper.

I grabbed one of her breasts. Her shirt and bra gave her no protection as I squeezed. She winced but I could smell the fresh desire going to her pussy.

Louder, I said.

I need your cock, she said. It was no longer a whisper but she was still trying to be quiet.

I released her breast and grabbed her legs. She squealed as I easily lifted her up. She wasnt a small woman and I doubt she had ever been lifted like this before. Hell, I had never lifted anyone like this before. I guess we were both lucky.

One more time, I said. My cock brushed against the lips of her sex. My arms were the only thing keeping her from being impaled.

Yes, please, I need you, she said. It wasnt as loud as I wanted but that was enough for the beast. Her helplessness and her need to be taken was enough.

I lowered her onto my cock. My new body had no trouble handling her weight. My fingers clamped into her thighs, holding her steady as my cock opened her up. Once I was completely inside her, it was just as easy to lift her body back up. Oh yes, I loved my new strength.

I watched Janets face as we fucked. Disbelief was such a turn on. She held onto that shelf for dear life, as much afraid of disobeying me as she was of falling. Janet had nothing to worry about. Her body was in my arms and I wasnt letting go till I was done.

The people continued about their business. The thin partition walls blocked none of the sound coming from the crowd. Normal people ate, walked and talked on their cell phones. As I fucked Janet in my arms, I actually felt sorry for their mundane lives.

Janet climaxed. She clenched her eyes and bit hard enough on her lip to draw blood. I kept fucking her.

She came again. Her moans were loud with none of the discretion she had before. Pleased that she found her voice, I took it from her with a kiss. My mouth was still wet from her pussy but I took her mouth with the same hunger.

It was my turn to climax. I cried out but I kept kissing her, as if my orgasm was no reason to interrupt my taking of her mouth. My cock emptied into her cunt but it was another ten minutes before I stopped thrusting. Fucking had become more than about orgasms. It was about taking until you were done.

When the beast was finally sated, I gently set Janet down. Her legs wouldnt support her body at first so I held onto her till she got her balance. I took pride in her inability to stand. It had become my new standard for a good fuck.

Janet leaned on me but she didnt look at me. She kept saying Wow over and over like she had just climbed off a roller coaster. It was shock, pure and simple. She had been going through her ordinary day and then she got fucked silly. That was not a simple thing to process.

Where are my panties? she asked.

I bent over and scooped them up. They are mine now, I said.

Janet nodded. Okay, she said. That was great, but umm, I should head back to work.

I almost laughed. She made no attempt to stay in touch. It reminded me of Bee. The sex was great but it was also too overwhelming. This wasnt normal. This wasnt how civilized people acted.

She left first. I pocketed her panties and came out later. The only pussy I smelled was the taste of Janet on my tongue.

The beast was satisfied. My fears and worries were slowly coming back. I was nervous as I stood in that empty store, wondering if security was going to walk in at any moment.

It was safe to go back to work.



Part Six

Thursday night was trivia night. In Atlanta, bars and pizza places will pick one night a week when they have a DJ host a trivia game. Youre encouraged to form teams, and you submit answers over the course of several hours. During this time, you keep eating and drinking while trying to remember which artist did the song Cat Scratch Fever.

Which is why after a week of fucking women, I was killing an evening at the Pizza Oasis. Its the one night a week that I see my friends from college, Martin and Ben. Considering that most of the trivia is from the 80s and 90s, it gives us a chance to talk about old times. Our team always consists of us and whoever our girlfriends are at the time. That night, we had Valerie, who was seeing Martin, and Bens girlfriend of two years, Tina. Weve actually come close to winning the game a few times. I was trying to be normal. I wanted to be normal. I thought my friends and the game would ground me and keep me from thinking about the new creature that lurks inside me.

That night, I was playing like shit. I couldnt remember the names of hair bands or the winners of American Idol. Martin really poked fun at me when I missed the name of a Star Trek actor.

Damn, Dylan, he had said. You need to get a new job. Its sucking out all of your brain power.

I faked a laugh. Martin smiled at his own joke and then turned to repeat it to his girlfriend. While he talked to Valerie, I snuck another glance at Bens girlfriend, Tina. Her red hair was in a ponytail that looked like it was perfect for pulling while fucking her from behind.

I could smell her pussy, which meant I knew she would enjoy a little roughness with her fucking.

She turned a little and then looked away. Tina had been stealing glances too. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had been with too many women lately to not recognize that look. She was thinking about it, too.

So what have you been up to? Ben asked.

Nothing, I said for the 50th time that night. What could I say? Could I tell them about the delicious Hispanic woman Id fucked in my car that day? Could I tell them about how she would squirm on my cock when I twisted her nipples? How do you tell your friends about your incredible string of sexual conquests?

The sad thing was that I really wanted to. I was dying to talk to someone about it, but I couldnt do it. These were my friends.

Nothing exciting, I repeated.

Man, I wish that were true at my job, Ben said. Ben was a project developer for his company. Every month, he had to create a new program from scratch. He bitches about it all the time, but he also loves it. I dont blame him it is a great job. I was often jealous of it.

It would almost be fair if I fucked his girlfriend tonight.

No, no, no, no. Fuck. That kept happening to me all night. For some reason, my friends were irritating me, and sex seemed to be the only cure. The beast inside me hated my friends. They just seemed so fucking self-centered. How could they not notice how different I was? I had biceps like a damn pro wrestler and not once had they asked about them. Wouldnt fucking their girlfriends be a good way to pay them back?

No, no, no, no.

My thoughts also kept wondering back to Tina. I didnt know why. Usually, if I fucked once a day, the beast inside me was sated. Tonight was different. I was horny again, and God damn it, Tina smelled so good.

Are you depressed about Karen? Martin asked. He was startled by my laugh.

The thought was pretty ludicrous. The fact is, I had forgotten about her. When I wasnt fucking women, I was spending time with my expanding trophy collection. Every piece of underwear I kept was better than a DVD for memories. One sniff, and I could remember every detail about my prey. Who had time to think about annoying ex-girlfriends?

Hell, no, I said. The bitch keeps leaving messages on my phone. According to her, I have two CDs of hers, a shirt and a baking pan.

Valerie wrinkled her nose at the bitch comment. Sounds like you have some unresolved anger issues with her.

I smiled. Yes, I do. Im pissed at how much bullying I used to take. Every call she makes is an attempt to reassert herself over me. Im pissed at myself for not realizing it before now.

What made you aware of it? Ben asked.

I turned to him and saw Tina looking away again. I just got smarter, I guess.

The DJ announced the answer to the last question. Some people groaned, while others cheered. He began the next question, and I couldnt bring myself to care. Being asked about Karen had just irritated me more. Karen was part of my old life, and I was realizing that my friends might never understand about my new life. I had this horrible yet wonderful beast inside me, and they couldnt begin to know how that felt. I reached for another piece of pizza, then I stopped myself. Speaking of things I used to put up with, how in the world had I enjoyed Trivia Night? It was like someone invented it to put all our useless knowledge to work.

Oh, I know this one! Ben said. It was 1996!

Are you sure? Valerie asked breathlessly. I didnt know the question, but getting the next 10 points was important to Valerie. I hadnt seen that much urgency since I made that advertising executive beg for my cock the other day.

Im sure! Ben said. Tina, write it down and turn it in before our time runs out!

My cock stirred. It took me a moment to realize it came from watching Tina obey. I grabbed that piece of pizza after all. The smell of cheese and pepperoni couldnt cancel out the smell of pussy, but I was going to try.

Hey, guys, Martin said, did I tell you about the system were auditing?

I sighed. Martin explained his new job and the problem-solving process they were using. To be honest, I was jealous again. Martin could tell us how he fixed the issue of recurring charges on an unfixed rate, but I couldnt share my discoveries.

I couldnt tell them about how I only seemed to smell women who had submissive fantasies. I couldnt describe how my body was getting in better shape every day. Somehow, my body was attracting those women to me, and I was having fun figuring out my limits. Every day, I was making new observations about my sexual stamina or my ability to find just the right kind of woman to fuck by smell alone, and I had to keep all that to myself.

It was making me feel damn lonely at a table of people I called my friends.

The really annoying thing is that I could have joined in their conversations. I knew what they were talking when it came to systems and process documentation. If I had just focused, I knew all the answers to their trivia questions. For just one night, I could have been just like my old self and been involved in the things they cared about. I didnt have to be lonely.

But the beast inside me smelled Tina. She kept stealing glances at me like a teenage girl working up the courage to pass me a note. She was Bens girl, but all I wanted to do was throw her on the table and fuck the shit out of her. That made me a very bad person.

The thing is, I was starting to like being that bad person more than I liked being the guy who used to enjoy Trivia Night.

A foot touched mine under the table. I knew whose heel it was. This time, when I looked Tina in the eyes, she didnt look away. I knew I could have her.

Fuck!

I got up. Im feeling pretty warm, I said. Im going outside to cool off.

OK, Martin said.

Want some company? Tina said.

Yes, yes, yes. No, I said.

It was a fucking crowded place. The slowness of other people irritated me as so much did these days. I began to push, using my solid body as a wedge. I worked my way to the door. I was almost there when something caught my nose.

It was pussy. More importantly, it was pussy that didnt belong to Tina.

The smell belonged to a round girl with pitch-black hair. She sat with a group of five other young women. I recognized the bored look on her face. She wanted to talk about other things. She wanted an adventure.

I walked right up to her. In the past, I would have never approached a woman sitting with her friends. Tonight, my beast could not have cared less. Those other people werent worth my notice. The only one that mattered was the woman who shared my thoughts.

I bent down to her face, the smell of her pussy overwhelming me. The bar was loud enough that I could speak to her without anyone hearing us.

I can tell by looking at you that you dont want to be answering stupid questions all night.

She smiled. Yeah, its a little boring.

I am willing to bet that what you would really like to be doing is getting stripped down and tied up. I am betting you would rather be on your knees sucking cock than sitting here sucking down drinks. In fact, I am damn sure you would rather be used like the happy slut you are instead of pretending to be a good girl here with your friends.

The smile faded from her face. For one brief second, I thought I had overstepped myself and made one hell of a mistake. Then her cheeks flushed, and I saw her eyes dart to her friends. She was wondering how I read her mind.

Youre right, she said.

Whats your name? I asked. Prey were easier to manage once you had their names.

Mandy, she said.

Mandy, Im Dylan, I said. Come with me if you want to be used.

I left her. My heart was pounding with the thrill of another catch. The crowd was just as thick, but now I pushed through the mob of them like the non-people that they were. I didnt need to look behind me to know that Mandy was following.

It was cold outside. The brisk air felt good on my face. The moon was bright, nearly full but not quite. For some reason, looking at it made my cock throb.

Im here, Mandy said beside me.

I took her hand. My first thought was to fuck her in my car but I wasnt so sure now. The wind felt great. The bright light of the moon was invigorating me. I was feeling stronger by the second.

Here, I said when we reached my car. I grabbed her by her hair and pulled her face in for a kiss. She stumbled towards me, but that was all right. I caught her. With my mouth locked on hers, there would be no escape.

I loved how she trembled while I kissed her. It was lust. It was fear. It was a terror of the unknown.

When she was breathless, I broke the kiss. On your knees, I growled.

She dropped to her knees. I was surprised by how easily she obeyed. No matter how many times it has happened, I was still blown away by the way they mirrored back the need I had for them.

I wrapped my hand in her hair. Unzip me.

With shaking fingers, she unzipped my pants. I didnt have to tell her to reach in. She pulled my cock out, and her fingers clenched around it.

Suck me, Mandy, I said. Suck me in the parking lot like a good little slut.

If she had any second thoughts, my hand pushing her mouth onto my cock dissolved them. My cock entered her mouth just as easily as my tongue had minutes ago. The only protest was a deep moan that vibrated on her lips.

I wondered if she could taste the woman I fucked for lunch today. Did she recognize that musky scent that was all over my cock? Maybe that was why she was moaning. Maybe my little prey had bisexual fantasies as well.

Fuck that. Tonight, she sucked cock. My hand stayed in her hair, twisting it any time I felt she was slowing down. The pain made her groan, but she picked up the pace. In time, she learned to facefuck herself with my cock.

The moonlight illuminated us. In the soft white light, I watched Mandy devour my cock. Her black hair would disappear in the darkness and then reappear with a ghostly sheen. Hidden away between the rows of cars, we were safe from prying eyes, but I felt wonderfully exposed as I watched my cock slide in and out of her mouth. It felt right to be outside. I was tired of hiding who I was.

Im going to come in your mouth, Mandy, I said.

Her eyes snapped up to look at me.

And you are going to swallow every drop, I continued. And if a single drop falls, then there will be hell to pay. Understand me?

A moan was her answer. I wrapped her hair in both my hands. Her hands went to my hips, and she held on as I thrust into her mouth.

I howled as I climaxed.

Like a good slut, Mandy swallowed every drop. My cock was covered in her spit when I finally pulled out. She looked up at me, breathless and excited.

Pulling her by the hair, I lifted her to her feet. She leaned against me on weak legs. I pushed her against the car and unzipped her pants.

Mandy whimpered. Her hips bucked against me. It was a cold night but heat radiated from between her legs.

Inspired, I lifted my knee between her thighs. Hump my leg, I said. Hump till you get off, Mandy.

She obeyed. God, I loved the women I find now. Her hips started to buck, and her hands held onto me. The moonlight fell on her desperate face. She was desperate to climax, desperate to please me and most of all, desperate to give in to her own desires.

She didnt howl when she climaxed, but her wonderful whimpers were just as sweet.

Afterwards, she stripped off her pants right there in the parking lot. Shivering, she pulled off her wet panties and handed them to me. I stuffed them in my pocket, knowing I had taken a piece of her for later.

She thanked me as we headed back inside the bar. I didnt say anything, but I understood her completely. Our friends are so much easier to deal with when we had just been fucked.

We almost sent out a search party for you, Ben said.

I smiled, making sure I had Tinas eye. Maybe you should have, I said.




Part Seven

My self control was slipping. I thought I had it controlled. My one pussy a day diet had kept me from doing anything stupid. Fucking a woman at lunch time had distracted me from making a move on my boss, Lisa. The smell of her pussy would drive me crazy but getting in a quick snack would tame my cunt hunger until the office closed.

It wasnt much of a plan but it had worked so far.

Things had changed. It started last night when I almost fucked my friend Bens girlfriend. Her pussy was calling to me. Her flirtatious glances were begging for it. I managed to not fuck her by finding different prey but when I woke up this morning, I still had his girlfriends smell in my nose. She was a missed opportunity and instead of making me horny, it was making me angry.

She was mine. I could have had her. No, I should have had her. She was willing, and she was hot and god damn it, my beast was pissed that I didnt take her.

I couldnt shake that anger. As I sat on the train this morning I thought about the things I could have done to her. I also thought about how much it would fuck up my life to sleep with a friends girl but that was even weirder. Like, I knew it was wrong to betray a friend like that, but I couldnt connect to an emotion inside me that cared. Last night she should have been my bitch.

The moon was full last night. That is important for some reason. I know this because when I close my eyes, I can feel where the moon is. Maybe Im imagining it. Shit. Maybe Im imagining all of this. I cant tell anymore. I cant think straight. Ever since Eden fucked my brains out, I havent been doing anything rational. So far it had been fun, but there can be consequences. In this economy I didnt need to be fucking around with my job security by fucking my boss. I knew this but all I can think about is how much I keep denying myself. I think about how my self control is all I have left right now.

I dominate women, but my cock dominates me.

The office stank of Lisa. No one else could notice but I did. I could smell her cunt. When I focused, I could sense that her cunt would moisten at a little verbal abuse. When clenched my fists, I just knew she would love to have my fists clenched in her hair.

The computer screen stared at me. My work sat there. All of the deadlines and benchmarks were as meaningless as the trivia questions last night. God damn, how did people go through life worrying about this shit?

A small bite. Thats all I needed. I didnt have to fuck her, I just needed a taste. One little taste and maybe the beast inside me would go back to sleep.

I got up and headed for Lisas office. Someone called my name, no doubt wanting to tell me something unimportant about our jobs. I ignored them and kept walking. If it was really important, they would have tackled me. Or at least, that is how my mind was working at the moment.

Lisas door was open but I closed it behind me. Lisa looked up at me and her face filled with color. She could feel it too. I could smell it.

What do you want? she asked. There was no challenge in her voice. I looked at her, trying to see the old boss that used to scare me. She had a red shirt on today with buttons waiting to be ripped. Her thick brown hair was around her shoulders at that certain length Atlanta women seemed to stop at. She was wearing a skirt today and her black stockings tempted me from under the desk.

No wonder I couldnt control myself. The woman was asking for it. She had to be.

Just one bite. I didnt want to get fired. I didnt want to fuck my boss and get laid off. Just one bite and then maybe I wouldnt smell her pussy any more. Maybe that would be enough for the beast.

You know who I want, I said. I walked towards her desk.

Lisa pushed back on her seat. Something in my eyes made her draw back. God, I prayed she wouldnt run. I wasnt sure I wouldnt chase her.

I walked around to her side of the desk. Thankfully she merely turned in her seat. I sat on her desk, relishing the casual way I disregarded her property.

You know who I want, I said again. I want to hear you say it.

She stared at me. Her chest rose and fell. She gripped the arms of her chair. I wondered, did she smell me too. Was my desire for her as distracting to her as her cunt was to me? I looked in her eyes and I knew the answer to that.

You want me, she said.

My hand went to her throat. My thumb and fingers were right under her jaw. I squeezed. Oh that felt so good.

And do you know why I want you, Lisa? I said. She tried to shake her head by my grip was too tight.

Its because youre a pain loving cock hungry slut, I said.

She moaned and I could smell the fresh desire between her legs. I hated her. I hated her for being so damn horny. I hated her for what she awoke in me.

I also loved her. I loved Lisa in that moment when I had my hand around her throat.

Say it, I whispered.

What? she said.

Say youre a pain loving cock sucking slut.

Her eyes flashed with indignation. I wasnt fooled. My other hand grabbed her breast. Her shirt and bra offered no protection as my fingers clamped down around her ample tit. She winced but she made no move to escape.

Say it because thats who you are, I commanded.

She looked away. I am a pain loving cock sucking slut.

My grip on her throat tightened.

Look me in the eyes and say it.

Lisa looked at me. Loathing and lust warred behind those brown eyes. I am a pain loving cock sucking slut.

My hand left her breast and rested on her thigh. True to her nature, she parted her legs. I slipped my hand under her skirt and moved towards her sex. Lisa groaned and then whined when my hand stopped short of her sex.

Say it, I repeated.

I am a pain loving cock sucking slut. She whispered.

And you want me to touch you there, dont you? I asked.

Yes, she moaned. But lock the door first.

I tightened my grip around her throat. She gasped. I fought back the surge of anger that had pushed me.

I make the rules, bitch, I said.

Im sorry, she said quickly.

I pulled my hand out from her skirt. The disappointment on her face was priceless. When I let go of her throat, I thought she was going to cry. I wanted to fuck her, but damn, I think she wanted it more.

I am a pain loving cock sucking slut, she offered without me asking.

I stood up. My cock was hard and heavy. I could unzip and slide into her mouth in seconds. I had choked her with my hand but now I was dying to choke her with my cock.

Just a bite. Thats what I had promised myself. Damn it, just a bite.

I am a pain loving cock sucking slut, she said again.

Yes you are, I said. I turned around and walked out of her office.

Just a bite. The look of fear she had. The feeling of her throat under my hand. The look of lust. The feel of her breast. The look of disappointment when I left. It wasnt sex, but it was domination and I hoped it would be just as good. I hoped it would be enough to quench my hunger for her. I hoped the beast could be satisfied with this little snack. I hoped this one little bite would keep me from doing something stupid later.

I was wrong.




Part Eight

The day passed slowly. I tried to throw myself into my work but it was useless. Numbers, transactions and deadlines were such petty concerns. When I looked at a spreadsheet, all I saw were my bosss willing eyes. My e-mails were filled with trivial details about work when all I could think about was the dirty things I made Lisa say. My coworkers annoyed me to no end because I knew if they were not here, I could be fucking Lisa.

Just one bite. Ha. That was ridiculous. The beast inside me never did anything small. Just one bite was as foolish as just one thrust, or just the tip of my cock. The truth of the matter was now that I had one taste of her, I wasnt going to rest till I made Lisa scream my name.

Rage and lust swirled lurked me. I thought about the many times she had micro managed my work. My cock stirred as I thought about those large breasts tightly bound in formal clothes. Anger growled within me as I recalled her many nagging notes attached to my reports. Desire scratched at my control as I remembered the feel of her throat in my hand.

Today I was going to fuck her and my job, my restraint and my common sense could be damned.

It was a Friday and true to form, the sheep in my office began to sneak out early. One by one they trickled out thinking they were being sly. I remember being that duplicitous. It seemed like a million years ago that the riskiest thing I did was try to leave work thirty minutes early. Fuck, I hated my coworkers because they reminded me of who I used to be.

Eventually, I was the last one left. Lisa was still in her office. Out of all of us, she could have left at any time and no one would have said anything. Instead, she had stayed. She knew I was here and what I could do to her and yet she stayed.

How can I act sane and do the right thing when I was surrounded by so much willing prey?

I got up and went to Lisas office. I kicked the door open for daring to be closed. Lisa jumped in her chair but then a smile broke across her face. The smell of her pussy filled the room.

I didnt think you were coming back, she said.

I took off my belt and unzipped my pants.

Is everyone gone? she asked.

Her questions annoyed me. She was thinking when she should have been trembling. I grabbed her desk and flipped it over to the side.

Lisa shrieked and her eyes widened in shock. That was much better.

I grabbed her by the hair. The thick curls felt great in my hand. Take my cock out, I said.

Her eager fingers reached into my pants and pulled my cock out. I throbbed in her hand. She opened her mouth and tried to take me into her but my grip on her hair stopped her.

Say it, I commanded.

She had remembered her lesson. I am a pain loving cock sucking slut, she whispered.

That would not do. I twisted her hair till she cried out. Louder, I said.

I am a pain loving cock sucking slut! she said.

I rammed her head onto my cock. Her lips parted just in time. My cock slid right into her willing mouth. Her strangled breathe warmed my cock. My hand kept her pinned to my crotch, rubbing her nose in my pubic hair and grinding my balls onto her chin.

It wasnt about getting a good blowjob. It was about putting Lisa in her place. It was about invading her mouth with my manhood. It was about her world centering on my cock in her face. It was about my grip on her hair, locking her into a vulgar embrace. That was what made my cock hard. That was what made the beast growl with the Atlanta skyline before me.

Her hands went to my hips. Sometimes she would try to push away and other times she would grip me closer. The man in me liked it when she pulled me to her. The beast in me preferred it when she pushed away.

Eventually I pulled her off my cock. She gasped for hair but then shrieked again as I hooked my hands inside her shirt. My fingernails punctured the clothed and it ripped easily as I pulled it apart. Her blouse, her undershirt and even her bra fell from her body in ragged strips. My nails scratched her breasts as I ripped, digging shallow cuts into her as I exposed her.

God, she had magnificent breasts. Large, pale and topped with light brown nipples, they fell out of the bra as I ripped it apart. I grabbed one and pulled Lisa out of her chair. I bent my head down and bit her abundant mound. My teeth claimed my prize. My tongue licked her scent from her flesh. After years of seeing her breasts hidden away, it felt so good to finally take them for my own pleasure.

I bite too hard. I squeezed her tits too much. I gorged myself on breasts.

After I ate my fill, I released her breasts. I think its time we fuck, I said.

Yes Lisa said, a little too forcefully for my tastes.

I slapped her tit. The outline of my hand joined the bite marks on her chest. Once again I could smell the flush of desire coming from her sex. I slapped the other breast and Lisa moaned. Back and forth, I slapped each breast. The sounds of my open hand striking her tits was awesome, but even better were her moans of arousal.

On all fours, I growled.

Lisa dropped to her hands and knees. It was just that easy. I grabbed a hold of her hair and started walking. Lisa followed as best she could, her knees and hands hitting the floor as she tried to keep up.

Say it! I yelled.

I am a pain loving cock sucking slut! she said.

I walked faster, making her race to keep up with me as I circled her office.

Again! I yelled.

I am a pain loving cock sucking slut! Lisa said.

I was almost running I was walking so fast.

I am a pain loving cock sucking slut! she yelled, this time without me asking.

I dropped her hair and she collapsed on the floor. With my foot I roughly pushed her onto her back. She looked at me greedily as I unzipped and pulled down my pants.

Lift your legs up, I commanded. Hold your knees and spread your legs if you want my cock.

Lisa obeyed. Her shirt rode up as she pulled her stocking clad legs apart. I looked down at her and took it all in: her gasping mouth, her marked tits, her open thighs and her black panties. She was my boss transformed into my slut.

I dropped down between her legs. My hand ripped the panties from her body. Her sex waited and I laughed at the lack of hair. My boss kept a tidy area to be fucked.

Who is my slut? I asked.

Lisa swallowed. I am, please fuck me!

I mounted her. On the floor with the fallen desk beside us, I took Lisa. All of my aggression, all of my frustration and all of my lust inside me came pounding through my hips. With my cock I nailed her to the floor.

One hand went to her hand and pinned her down. My other hand went to her throat and I could feel her purr as I tightened my fingers. In the madness of my fucklust, I realized she had done this before. Someone chokes her and it turns her on. Was it her husband? A secret boyfriend? Or just something she fantasized about?

Jealousy swelled within me. It didnt matter who she did this with because she was with me now. Lisa was my pain loving cock sucking slut and I was going to get my due. I fucked her harder. I squeezed her throat tighter. With every part of my being I tried to take more from her.

I think she climaxed. She briefly let go of her legs and cried out. One growl from me and she grabbed her legs again. Her pleasure was no excuse to disobey.

My beast craved something more. I dont know if it was the moon or if I was still pissed about her criticisms on the Delta report, but I wanted more. I pulled out of her and realized exactly what I needed.

Roll over, I growled. She groaned and moved far too slowly. I pushed her over and ripped her skirt off. Her ass, thats what I wanted.

My cock, covered in her cunt juice, pushed into her ass. Lisa cried out as I opened her. Inch by inch I pushed in. Inch by inch I claimed her tight ass. Inch by inch, I satisfied that wicked thing that howled within me.

Short hard thrusts penetrated her ass. My hand went to her hair and raised her head up. I could hear her groans better that way. I took her ass, but the really sexy part for me was hearing her moans of disbelief and desire.

It was in her ass that I climaxed. All of my fury came out through my cock. I filled her ass with come and only then was the beast sated. Only then could I let go of her and pull out. The fucklust was gone and I was myself again.

I looked down on Lisa. She was panting with her body sprawled on the floor. I thought about what I had just done. I had taken my boss. The beast had made its demands and I had given in once again. Fuck.

We need to talk, Lisa said.

I ignored her. I put my pants back on. Talking was for normal people. I fucked women who loved to be fucked hard. There was nothing to say. Shit, what could I possibly say to explain this and save my job? And whatever I said would be a lie because now I knew how weak I was. Whatever promises I made to Lisa or myself, the beast would over rule and I would happily fuck her ass again.

So I left. I walked out of her office and headed for the train. It wasnt till I went to pay for my ticket that I realized what was in my pocket.

It was the tattered shreds of Lisas panties.




Part Nine

What do you do after you fuck your boss like a dog? I mean, shes going to fire my ass at any minute but it is a Friday so maybe shell wait till Monday. I guess I should go get roaring drunk at a bar. Or maybe I should start looking for a job right this moment so I wont get kicked out of my apartment and have to shack up with one of my friends. I just made my boss beg for my cock and left her naked body on the office floor; I was not entirely sure what to do next.

I went home. It seemed like the only safe option. Ever since moon became full, the horrible beast inside me has been insatiable. If I went out, I might fuck a cop or face fuck a teenager. I didnt trust myself. My desires were greater than my sense of self preservation. It was depressing as fuck.

So you can imagine how I felt when I came home to find my door unlocked.

The beast inside me liked to fuck but it had other primal urges too. A sense of territory was high on that list. I kicked open the door and looked for my intruder. Time slowed as I surveyed my home. My CD rack was a mess. There were books missing from my bookshelf. I saw a strangers coat on my couch.

There were noises coming from the bedroom. Silently I stalked down the hallway. My hands curled into fists. I bared my teeth, ready to fucking eat the idiot who was invading my space.

It was Karen. Of course. My ex-girlfriend was going through my dresser like she fucking lived here. No doubt she was looking for some trivial piece of clothing she swore she left behind.

I had moved so quietly, she didnt know I was here. It gave me time to look at her. I hadnt seen her since she left me. Her brown hair was shorter and it had blonde streaks in it now. She had lost a little weight, not enough for other people to notice but I did. The expensive watch she wore was new. She should have spent that money replacing the shit she swore I still had.

What are you doing here? I said.

She jumped and I enjoyed her shock of fear.

Dylan! You scared me! she said. She ignored my accusation and made one of her own. Where the fuck did you get all of these panties?

My trophy drawer was open. I growled and stomped to the dresser. Those are mine! I yelled.

She jumped when she saw my reaction. She couldnt possibly understand why I was so angry. Every piece was a memory locked forever in cotton and pussy juice.

Who have you been fucking? she said. Were you cheating on me when we were dating?

It was my turn to ignore her question. I grabbed her by her short hair and physically pulled her out of my bedroom. She screamed and it was good. When we reached her coat in the living room I let go of her hair.

Get out, I said.

Fucker, that hurt! she said. She held her head like I had ripped her scalp.

That is when I smelt it. Her pussy was filling the room. Karen was turned on. She said she hated it but she wanted more. She could be my prey and I knew she would learn to beg for it too.

God damn, I said. I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her against the wall.

Dylan! she yelled.

Oh I knew that look that was in her eyes. That mix of fear and anticipation. God damn.

I took a deep breathe. Her pussy was wet. Images filled my mind. I learned everything I needed to know. She liked the hair pulling better. She wanted to be punished. She wanted to suffer, just a little.

God damn.

I put my hand on her blouse and cupped her breast. Karen moaned.

Is it really that simple? I said. All of your nagging, all of your constant criticism, it makes so much sense now.

What? Karen said. Youre hurting my throat, she whined.

My grip tightened. See? What you did right there. You whine and complain nut not because you want me to change. God damn, all of those times you pestered me to eat more salad had nothing to fucking do with my health. Every time you bitched at me to change the channel had nothing to do with what I was watching. No, you were a nagging bitch just to see if I will do something about you.

Her lips contorted with anger. Dont try that macho bullshit about women wanting to be beaten and fucked! Let go of me right now!

I let go of her breast and reached between her legs. My hand pressed against her jeans. The heat was incredible.

You might think its macho bullshit, I said. And you know what? Some times I do think its macho bullshit. The thing is though, some people get off on it. It makes them weak in the knees, it gives them shivers and they fantasize about it all day long. Its macho bullshit but for some people, not everyone, just a small number of people, its everything they ever wanted.

She looked at me. How do you know that? she said very quietly.

I leaned in close to her ear. I took another deep breath. I have this beast inside me now. It knows these things. And those panties you found? Each one of them belonged to a woman whos greatest dream in the world was to held down and fucked.

Karen groaned; a low sexy groan she sure as hell never did when we fucked. She looked at me and waited. I could hear the pounding of her heart. Her pussy wanted me. Her body was tense as she thought about the depredations I could make her suffer.

The beast inside me wanted her. Fucking my boss was nice but humiliating my ex-girlfriend would be priceless. Karen would be one incredible meal.

I let go of her. Get out, I said.

She shook her head no and started to take off her shirt. I stopped her.

Get out I said.

Why? she whined.

Because you would enjoy it, I said. You would like it, just like every other woman has but I realized something: its not a gift I want to give you. Those other women, they were just as much a victim to their desires as I am. I like them. They are a lot like me. You though, are a total bitch who made my relationship hell. I dont want to do you any favors. I dont want you to be as happy as the women I fuck. Get the fuck out and never come back.

Asshole! Karen spat.

Maybe, I said. But I do want to thank you. I mean, I can smell your cunt and the beast wants to fuck you more than it has wanted to fuck anyone, but you know what? Tough shit. I can control my beast when it comes to you. That means I can control myself with anyone if I really want to. Maybe thats been my problem all along; maybe I had no self control because I really didnt want to stop myself after all. With a pain in the ass like you though, I dont have a problem at all.

Asshole! Karen yelled.

And quit leaving me messages, I said as I pushed her to the door. Get on with your life, Karen. Go get fucked by someone who doesnt despise you like I do.

Asshole! Karen screamed as I shut the door in her face.

I took out my cell phone and called Lisa. I was horny as fuck but I had so much more control. I had to tell her that today was an aberration and I could control myself.

She answered on the first ring.

Hey Lisa, I began, look I need to tell you something.

Dylan, we need to let some of our staff work from home, she said. Her tone was so meek, I almost didnt recognize her. The home office has been flirting with the idea and I didnt like it myself, but I think it would be best. You can do your job just as well at home than at the office. Your pay and benefits will stay the same of course.

Uhhh, I said. I was speechless.

And to be honest, she continued, youre making some of the staff nervous. Scott pretty much pisses himself when I tell him to ask you for help. Hell, technically it would mean working less hours. As long as you get your work done, who cares how long you take?

I smiled. More time to hunt. No more coworkers and their stupid demands. I could work all day without the smell of pussy to distract me and then I could spend my nights looking for prey.

Dylan? Lisa asked. Please say yes. It would be best for everyone, dont you think?

The beast roared. My hand went to my pocket where I put Lisas panties. I was horny and the beast wanted to fuck again. So did I. Together we made our decision.

Lisa, I said, Ill consider your offer if, and only if, you get your ass over to my apartment and suck my cock. Understand me?

There was a pause on the phone. Where exactly do you live?

Everything was going to be just fine.


The end.