1...I don't know. I may take this down, because honestly, this scares me a bit that this came from my mind. This is my first M-rated story. Although, I really don't think it has to be, just in case.
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Pain.
Pleasure.
A mix of both.
Screaming. It's pain, but it's a pain she wants. His cruel smile makes her heart flutter, even when his eyes hold nothing but cruelty.
Another smack, pain ripples through her, making her shudder. Her cheek begins to throb, leaving behind an odd sensation of pleasure.
"Say my name," he orders, voice cold and cruel. She shakes her head.
Another smack, more pain, more pleasure. Another order, another head shake, another smack. She can taste the blood in her mouth, it makes her purr.
Hot and probing, hard and uncomfortable. Pain and pleasure at the same time, deeper inside of her. Savage, animal-like, just like his eyes. He slams her against the wall, she lets out a cry of pain as he continues to use her body.
"Say my name, Dawn." He growls, slipping out of her, but still holding her against the wall, she doesn't struggle, she doesn't move. She doesn't even dare to breathe.
The silence serves as her answer, another smacking sound echos throughout the room. She screams, the blood runs down her chin, drips onto the floor like a crimson raindrop. Still, she refuses to say his name, refuses to acknowledge the power he has over her.
She is his doll, his tool, his to command. The one thing he wants she won't give.
Returning the pleasure, gripping him with her mouth. Sticky, sweaty.
Pain as he uses her body again. Her pain that becomes his pleasure, a pain that becomes hers as well.
His cold eyes fix into hers, burning the look into her brain as she's thrown roughly on the bed. Refusal means punishment, something she much enjoys.
In the end she stumbles home, bruised, but satisfied. She winces as she showers, sore from the nights activities. She relives them in her head.
Relives the pain.
Relives the pleasure.
Relives the mix of both.