The Basement [erotic fiction]

Your hands are holding mine, playing with my fingers, pressing the joints, using your thumbs to roll the skin back and forth. But instead of being comforting, it's frightening me. You're pressing just a little too hard, pulling too roughly, and I become uncomfortably aware how breakable and fragile my small wrists and fingers feel in your big hands.

I turn my face up to yours and whisper, “Are you mad at me?” You smile, but again, it's not comforting. I'm leaning into the safety net of the people around us, drinking and talking, your friends and mine, all unaware of the tension between us. You're drinking more than normal, and that is frightening me too.

Some people have gone already, only a couple remain in your kitchen as the party winds down. I want to ask them to stay, or leave with them when they go, but sooner or later I need to face reality and this isn't going to go away. I've got goosebumps on my arms as the last of our friends hug me goodbye for the night, and the hairs on my skin rise as you put a proprietorial arm around my waist as we stand in the doorway watching, smiling as they get into their taxi.

I don't belong to you. I've only been lent to you. I don't live here. This is your house. Every atom has your presence stamped on it. The air smells of you, and the house seems darker already, responding to your mood. There's a moment of silence, a pause in the rising tension, then a lot of things happen very fast. I'm downstairs now with a bouquet of bruises blooming on my wrists. The red dress I wear is torn and I'm angry; frightened but furious at the same time. There's only a little light coming through the black material draped over the window, I can see your pale skin shining, a flash of dark eye, your expression so altered none of your friends would recognise you. You're transformed, changed, but I still know you, I always knew you. You were the monster which came for me in the night, the sound of rustling outside my door, the knocking of the branch on the window which stopped me sleeping. Fear flows inside me like ink in water, followed by the ignition trail of rage. I spit at you, fingers curled to use my nails on your face, swearing, hissing out the sounds as I tell you to get the fuck away from me.

“Don't you speak to me, don't even open your mouth, you little fucking bitch”. You grab my hair and use it to throw me to the cold concrete, you kneel and drag me over your thighs, ripping the fabric of my knickers as you throw them onto the dirty floor. You start to spank me, but this isn't a normal spanking, or even like a disciplinary, this is straight to hell with no warm-up, given in anger, and it hurts, it hurts so very very much, I start to scream… never before have I made a sound like this and I can't believe it's the same action, so often given to me in love, which is tearing my mind open right now.

You push me roughly off your lap onto the floor and as I struggle to get away from you, you're taking off your belt, you use my clothes to haul me back over and it starts again, but even worse than before. I'm fighting and kicking and screaming but you're so very much stronger than me and I can't get away, I'm sobbing so hard my chest is burning and I struggle to breathe..you push me off once again and I'm exhausted, too worn out by the storm of pain and emotion to even crawl away. I can feel welts and blood, the floor is spotted with red..I can taste blood inside my mouth.

You stand and lean over me but I still can't move. You're opening your flies and holding your cock in your hand, and I still can't move. I'm just lying, curled, a crumpled heap of tears and torn flesh and fabric. You lift me by pulling my hair, open my mouth with your fingers and push yourself inside me. I could use this chance to hurt you and try to run, but I can't. Too scared of what might happen. If I please you, you might let me go. You might forgive me.

I suckle the end, slide my lips over, open my mouth so I'm not touching you and gently breathe out warm breath onto your skin. I whirl my tongue in circles around you, and kiss my way up and down the shaft. I lick from the base to the tip in one swift movement, then push all of you into my throat in one go, holding it for as long as I can before starting to nibble and suck the tip, grazing gently with teeth and teasing with my tongue so that you never know where I'm going to lick next. I hold the shaft in my hands and gently move them back and forth while I put the top few inches into my mouth and suck you in, deeply. I imagine my lips to be my labia, and push your cock in and out of the warm, sticky wetness inside. I sneak one of my fingers into my mouth to be covered in lubrication, before I slip my hand between your legs while you're not looking. I take a chance and gently push a finger inside your opening while I suck you, keeping the rhythm going with my other hand.

My mouth stings and burns where the cuts are, and my confusion and guilt rises as I realise sucking you is doing to me what it always does, and I'm soaking wet between my legs. I adore making you come in my mouth, swallowing your hot semen and taking it inside me to keep. You know this and I hope, as your hands suddenly grab the back of my head, and you begin to thrust into my mouth, that your love is overcoming your anger, you're going to give me what I want, what I need from you. You're choking me, I struggle to keep my throat muscles relaxed, but the pain of you pulling my hair calms me, keeps me focused.

Just as I expect to feel the splash of something warm and delicious hit the back of my throat, you pull out and slap me hard in the face again. You put your boot on my chest and push backwards and I fall to the floor. “You're a dirty little slut, you like to take my cock, don't you? You want my cock? Be careful what you wish for. I'm going to fuck you until you scream”. I'm lifted off the ground and you cuff my hands behind my back at an awkward angle, then put my ankles in cuffs with a spreader bar between them. You lift me onto the table and stand in front of me with your cock so hard, so full, I'm unsure if I can take it all inside me. My eyes are so wide, I look at you pleadingly, pointlessly, because I know there is no chance you will let me go. And although my mind is horrified, my body wants this. My clit is swollen and hard, almost painful with need, my hips rocking back and forth in tiny invisible movements, my nipples are so tight and hard they're hurting me. I crave you, hate you, hate myself, disgust myself, but have never felt so beautiful or desirable or powerful as now, my makeup smeared with tears, smudges of dirt covering my skin, blood and bruises and fragments of cloth my only clothes, my pussy burning and so wet, so tight for you, my pupils dilated and wide with desire and terror.

You sink your fingernails into my buttocks and slide me the few inches across the table so that your cock sinks into me. The tip is inside me and throbs, as you move it back and forth. The angle presses my wrists together and makes them hurt, and the deeper your thrust, the more it hurts me. I moan and shake my sweaty hair out of my eyes.

Your hands are alternating, one moment on my hips as you lean over me and grind with greater and greater speed and force inside me, the next on my forehead, pushing my skin, or my neck, squeezing, my life in your hands, or pulling my hair, yanking my neck back as you sink your teeth into my throat. I cry out with the pain as I'm leaned further and further back and the bondage puts more strain on my arms and wrists. Then you bite harder and my moans change, and I whisper 'please, please', as the sensations build into a slow burn centred in my pussy, heavy and rhythmic, like a pulse inside me.

Just as the feeling begins to peak, you pull out and recentre me, then shove yourself inside my other opening, fucking me even harder than before. It's rough and it hurts and you're reaching your own peak now, shoving, pounding inside me, you let out a cry, and I feel the stinging heat spread deeper, which triggers my own pulse to burst in a warm vibration which spreads out through my whole body. My mouth opens, sounds come out but i don't hear anything. I am remade.