Dark Side of the Cloth by Brooklyn Cross

The thunder boomed as lightning cracked, illuminating the imposing man towering over her. Dean gripped her chin in a tight hold. It was almost painful as he forced her to look him in the eyes. Her body trembled as his eyes bored holes into her soul. Anticipation raced down her spine as he lowered those lips ever closer to her own. A feather touch had her shaking uncontrollably. He placed the same chaste kiss on her jaw and neck, each an electric surge to her system.

“You’re a good girl, Yasmine,” he whispered in her ear, his hot breath fanning her face. “I know you’ve tried to resist me as I have of you.” She nodded, her eyes fluttering closed. “But the door has been opened, and tonight you’re going to be exactly what I need you to be. Do you understand me?” She nodded again. “That’s not good enough. When I ask you a question, I need to hear you say the answer.”

Dean nipped the sensitive area on her neck, and the shaking throughout her body worsened as her muscles turned to jelly. She didn’t know how she was even remaining upright.

“Say it.” He nipped her again, harder this time. Yasmine’s breath caught in her throat.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, I will be what you need.”

“No matter what I want?”

“No matter what you want,” she repeated dutifully. An urge to be controlled by this man was consuming her. She’d always been sweet but never a passive personality, but this was different. She wanted him to use her. She wanted to give herself over, allow him to do as he wished. The thought aroused her like nothing else ever had.

The need to please him crashed through her like a tide, washing away her naturally shy nature. The icy rain hitting her window was a drum in her mind, a hypnotic sound that urged her down this darkened path as it drowned out the nagging voices in her head that this was wrong. At this moment, nothing that happened between them was wrong.

“In here, you call me Sir, do you understand?”

He whipped her around and pressed the length of his hard shaft into the crack of her ass. A small yelp left her lips, her long hair falling around her face like a curtain.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Do you know what you do to me?”

“No, sir.”

“You make me want to ravish you like the naughty girl I know you can be.” He wrapped a hand around her throat, pulling her back into him and making it harder to breathe. Her chest rose and fell as she panted for more. “Say it.”

She now knew what he wanted.

“Yes, Sir. I’m a naughty girl, and I want you to pleasure me the way I should be.”

“And?” Dean tweaked her nipple, making her yelp as the pain went straight to her core.

“And fuck me like the naughty girl I am,” Yasmine managed to say on a gasp.

She could feel his hand sliding lower, and she squirmed. Grabbing her clit, he twisted it hard, and she screamed out as the building orgasm crashed through her system. Her legs gave out, and Dean cupped her pussy, holding her body against his as he continued his assault. His fingers pressed roughly into the delicate folds, pulling her orgasm out from seconds into minutes. She quaked in his hold, his hands the only thing keeping her from falling to her knees as the last one subsided.

“Are you ready for me?”

“Yes…Sir,” Yasmine finally got out. Her foggy brain was barely able to put the two words together.

“Get on your hands and knees.” His coarse voice whispering in her ear had her panting all over again.

She did as she was told and reluctantly stepped away from the warmth of his body. The cool air caressed her skin and made her shiver as she assumed the requested position in the middle of the bed. There was no doubt in her mind that this peach-flowered wallpaper had never witnessed anything so blasphemous.

“I’m going to be cruel to your body.” He wasn’t asking her. He was telling her.

His large hands grabbed her hips, and she almost cried out as he yanked her backward until her ass was over the edge of the bed.

“Look at this.” His hand ran a soft circle over her ass. “It’s as sweet as the rest of you.” The kind words were followed with a sharp crack of his hand. Her body lurched forward, but he held her firm. He made a disapproving sound from behind her, and she looked over her shoulder to see him shaking his head at her.

“I’m sorry, Sir.”

Dean cocked an eyebrow at her, the corner of his mouth curling up in a smile that she reckoned would terrify anyone else. She moaned and wiggled her ass slightly and loved how his eyes flicked down, flaring with carnal lust. The sharp sting of his handprint was tingling and traveling to her core. How or why this turned her on, she had no idea, but she bit her lip, hoping he’d do it again.

“Oh, you are a naughty girl. Tell me what you want.” Dean cracked her ass again.

She yelped and then groaned as the heat spread once more to between her legs. This time, she didn’t move away from his grip and earned an approving moan from the man behind her.

“Fuck me, Sir, fuck me hard with that big cock.” She shocked herself with her suddenly dirty mouth.

She felt like burying her face in the pillow, she was so mortified, but as horrified as she might feel, she’d said the magic words.

There was no hesitation and no warning as he spread her open and slammed himself fully into her wanton pussy. The odd mix of pleasure and pain at being spread so quickly and filled so full made her crave more.

“Fuck!” She arched her back as he held still.

Daring to glance back, she saw Dean had his head back and his eyes closed as he held himself inside of her. If she hadn’t been filled with his huge cock, she would’ve said he was praying or was he? She clenched her muscles tight around the large intrusion. Dean’s forearms flexed, and his fingers dug in a little harder into her ass.

“Oh sweet, sweet Yasmine.”

Those penetrating eyes locked with hers. He slowly pulled himself out and then slammed home once more. Again the pain was sharp, but the pleasure equally so, and she moaned as he repeated the motion. Over and over, he thrust into her wet heat, slow and steady, and then he picked up the pace. The only sound other than the rain pelting the window was the slapping of their bodies coming together.

“You are as sweet as any forbidden fruit,” Dean groaned.

Yasmine cried out as her body spasmed in his hold as she once more was pushed over that beautiful edge to bliss. The force of her climax was so strong that Dean groaned and swore as her body froze as her walls squeezed around his pulsing cock. The delicious sounds of sex became louder as her wetness ran down her thighs, and he still was relentless with his thrusts.

Dean used his hand and wiped at her legs. She wasn’t sure what he was doing until he wiped her slick juices over her tight rosebud. She wanted to tell him to stop as a trickle of fear surfaced, but he was too fast, and she was too late, as one of his fingers slid home. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream at the foreign intrusion.

“Such a tight little ass. Is this a virgin hole?”

Dean wiggled his finger, and the unusual pressure slowly morphed into something much more pleasant. He stopped thrusting, holding himself so just the head of that large cock was still in her body as he waited for her to respond.

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good. From now on, this is my hole and only my hole. You will never give this hole to anyone else, no matter how much you crave to have your tight ass fucked. Do you understand?”

Dean moved the digit around, and she dropped her head as the strange new desire burned in her body.

“Yes, Sir,” Yasmine moaned out.

“On second thought, from this moment on, all your holes belong to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir!” she said with conviction. Yasmine couldn’t think of anything better than to have him do this to her multiple times a day.

“I’m going to fuck this tight hole later, but right now, I want you to ride me.”

He slipped from her body, and her pussy pulsed with the loss of his presence. She reached between her legs and rubbed at her clit, desperate to find that release once more. Dean grabbed her hand and shook his head no. She couldn’t help the small pout that formed on her lips.

“Get on me. Only then can you come.”

Dean sprawled out on her bed, and she took a moment to appreciate the sexy specimen that he was. Long, lean, defined legs and a waist slowly V’d up into hard abs, a muscled chest and shoulders. She took a moment to trace the cross tattooed on his peck, admiring the intricate lines. Thorns on his arms and on the other side of his chest, proudly announcing that he’d once been a whole lot more than a priest. Yasmine crawled up his body and had to spread her legs wide to straddle him. Dean held his cock straight up. It was shiny with her fluids, the end seeping with his own excitement, and she wanted to taste it. She’d dreamed of having his cock in her mouth.

“May I suck you first, Sir?”

“You want to taste yourself on my cock, do you?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Yes, but don’t you dare touch that needy pussy of yours.”

Yasmine nodded, her eyes glued to the straining shaft that seemed to be staring up at her. The head was so dark it was a shade of purple and looked angry as it wept. Glistening pre-cum ran down the sides like a miniature volcano, and all she could picture was making that thing go off in her mouth.

Replacing his hand with hers, she was astonished by the weight and girth. Unable to wrap her hand around his shaft, she marveled that it fit inside her. Sticking her tongue out, she tasted his salty flavor. She moaned, her eyes closing as she swallowed him down. How could something that had tasted so terrible with other men taste so delicious coming from him?

The flavor tasted like home to her as she swirled her tongue around that bulbous head and held back a smile as Dean groaned. The sound of his pleasure had a direct line to her pussy, and the needy thing was begging for more.

Using both hands, she stroked him loving the sight of that flared head moving between her hands. Giving Dean a little grin, she sank her mouth down over the head and was rewarded with a louder groan. His cock kicked with more force than she would have expected. Bobbing her head, she found a pace and sucked hard, the small moans and flexing of his hips encouraging her to continue. She took the opportunity to run her hands down his muscular legs that flexed under her touch.

Dean grabbed her head, wrapping her hair in his hands. He held it away from her face and then thrust it up hard into her mouth. Her gag reflex kicked in, and she tried to pull away, but he held her firm.

“Take it,” he commanded.

Saliva dripped from her mouth as she closed her eyes and focused on doing as she was ordered. It took a few minutes, but her throat relaxed, and she slid the rest of the long cock into her throat.

“Oh fuck, Yasmine! Yes, that’s such a good girl.”

Like a woman possessed, she bobbed her head, making sure to touch her nose to the base of him before retreating.

“Oh, you’re going to make me come,” he said, voice strained.

Dean’s hips took over the momentum, which became faster than she could keep up with and instead held still while he used her mouth.

Tears welled in her eyes as he fucked her mouth. She took it with fervor and loved every moment. The monster in her mouth flexed, and she knew he was about to come a moment before he swore and pulled her head down hard. Hot jets hit the back of her throat, and she swallowed it down, savoring the sharp, salty taste that had a tanginess that was completely unique to him.

Much to her surprise, his cock didn’t deflate as she expected, and a swell of excitement coursed through her as he slowly pulled her up and off his cock to straddle him once more.

“I hope you don’t think I was done?”

“No, Sir.”

She smiled wide, unable to help herself, as she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. All shyness gone, she lifted her hips and let him guide that cock home. Yasmine threw her head back as she was filled to the brink. Reaching down, she rubbed herself vigorously as she began to ride him, taking her own pleasure. Dean reached up and expertly rubbed circles over her nipples, making her cry out as the overwhelming sensation consumed her.

“That’s a good girl. You fuck me until I come again.”

He bounced his hips up to help her, and she obeyed. Even as her legs burned with the exertion, she didn’t quit. Screaming his name, Yasmine felt her orgasm hit twice more and soaked him before he grunted and grabbed her hips. He drove himself into her at a pace, and with such force, she knew she’d be sore after, and still she found herself begging for more.

“Where do you want me to come?”

“In me, Sir,” she moaned out.

“Fuck!” Dean yelled.

His back arched, his fingers gripping her hips with enough force that she knew she’d be bruised, and she welcomed it. She’d show them off proudly if she felt brazen enough.

She could feel his cock kicking as it gave her what she wanted, filling her up and marking her as his. She collapsed on his chest and listened to his rapid heartbeat. She felt him reaching for something but was too tired to move and moaned softly as a blanket was tossed over them, his arms wrapping around her body. She was trapped against his chest, his cock still inside of her.

As she cuddled into the warmth and security that was him, she couldn’t imagine anything better as she drifted off to sleep.