Title: We Were Born To Die

Raiting: M

Disclaimer: 18+ This story depicts descriptive sexual acts and may contain adult content not suitable for most adults.

A/N: To ensure the progression of this story and to simplify and condense such long chapters I've gone back and reformated my story. I would like to apologize for the massive spam of alerts on my part for the reboot of this story. To clear any confusion what was previously "Shoot and Ladders" Chapter 14 is now Chapter 45 & 46. Any updates after that will be the continual of the tale of Tate and Nira. (Reviews Are Always Appreciated)

"When I'm done with you, your going to be begging me to let you cum." Nira began to moan and pant as he continued to stimulate her. She was getting closer and closer to loosing it and crashing over the edge, hard.

Right as she was about to have the most earth shattering orgasm, Tate pulled his hand away. "You want to cum?"

Nira began to thrash beneath him, fighting to get from his restraint. Tate smiled in delight to see he reignited the fight in her.

She was mad that he denied her the relief she desperately needed and only he could give her. "Beg me."

He laughed when he saw the anger fill her eyes and her face turn bright red. 'You can make a psychopath blush' he thought to himself. He began to stimulate her clit again, teasing her, bringing her back to the edge again. Nira was groaning in agony now, frustration and need crashed through her. She wanted to tear his throat out as she straddle him, able to have her way with him at the same time. Nira bit her lip and began to grind herself against his hand as she felt herself about to fall, as predicted Tate withdrew his hand from her again. Her body began to shake and tremble in need and frustration. She began to let out the most erotic primal growl .

"I'm sorry was there something you wanted?" Tate tightened his grip on her wrists, as he began to draw deliberately slow, agonizing circles on her clit.

Nira snapped, her will was broken, she couldn't fight him any more. "Please…" It was a faint defeated whisper.

Tate leaned in close, biting and pulling on her earlobe. "Tell me what you want."

Nira was in a haze of emotions, she was angry and horny. She had never been so embarrassed and helpless in her life.

It killed her that a part of her loved that he could do this to her. "Make me cum." She said it fast, eyes closed.

Tate grabbed her chin with his hand, forcing her to look at him. "You look me in the eyes when you speak to me. Now tell me exactly what you want me to do to you."

Nira was left speechless, lost in his eyes she felt vulnerable and weak. Things she had never experienced before. She couldn't actually tell him what she wanted, could she? She saw the amusement her weakness was giving him.

In her last rebellious attempt to deify him she looked him deep in the eyes. "I want you to play with my clit and make me cum harder then I ever have."

Her breath was labored, the blush that formed in her cheeks made it's way down her body. "After you make me cum I want to feel your hard cock sliding in and out of me, making me feel full."

Tate moved his hand with a frenzied speed on her sensitive nub, sending her neck back, her hips gyrating against his hand, head moving back and forth. She screamed a bit louder then she should have but she didn't care, it was amazing, her entire body from head to toe was wrecked with pleasure. Her body was alive and humming when she felt him pull her underwear down.

Her eyes shot open when she felt him align himself between her legs. She started to fight and squirm as realization hit of what he was going to do.

He chuckled as he felt her struggle underneath him once again. "I didn't think you scared so easily."

She stopped fighting immediately, he knew exactly what button to push, what words to say to ignite her fire and challenge her. How was she to blame him for about to enter her with his hard, throbbing cock. She just told him that's what she wanted, it was wasn't it? She couldn't think, the thought of the level of intimacy they were about to share scared her more then the act itself.

"Nira are you alright?" Lorraine's distant voice, entered through the door.

Tate and Nira stared at each other like a deer caught in the headlight. "Yeah mom, I just had some really bad cramps."

Nira cringed the second she said it, but it seemed to be enough of a fake submission for her mother to wonder off. Tate loosened his grip on her wrist and let her go.

He laid down next to her, resting his hands under his head. Nira did something on impulse she had not expected, she curled up against Tate, resting her head on his chest, throwing her leg over his, and idly resting her hand on his chest, slowly drawing lazy circles and moving them up and down.

Tate moved his arm around her and held her close. "Don't ever do that to me again."

To someone else it may have seem like a lovers request, but she new it was a demand that carried a threat towards her if she were to disobey. She didn't care, she was lost in the sensation of his arms. This is what she yearned for those many restless nights, his arms wrapped around her, to hold her, keep her safe.