Page 43 of Tainted Reasoning

“And I’ll never change. This will always be in me. The tics and lack of filter are the autism. You showed me that my sexual needs are another part of who I am.”

The moon appears from its hiding place behind a bank of thick clouds. It illuminates Tamara’s eyes, and I see the need and desire within them. It takes my breath away.

“Just as mine are a part of me,” she tells me before taking off across the lawn. I pause for a moment to wrap my head around what I’m about to do. I’m going to hunt down the woman fleeing into the shadows and take her brutally, without care for her wellbeing. I’m going to allow the monster I suppress to claw its way to the surface and take over my body, unleashing the side of me that made my father proud. The only difference is this is a game, not a way of life, and I have Tamara’s consent. I might be a monster, but I’m not the monster my father was.

The realization slams into my chest, leaving me breathless, momentarily, but then I see a flash of the woman I need through the moonlight’s glow. My legs carry me after her, and the thrill of the chase is exhilarating. I reach the body of trees that lead into a woodland on our property, and I know she’s in here. It’s somewhere we walked the other day, and she commented on how it felt like a sanctuary. She wants all her illusions of protection shattered.

“I know you’re in here,” I growl and step forward into the darkness. I allow my hearing to take over in place of my sight. A twig cracks off to my left, and as I turn toward the sound, she’s standing there with her eyes full of fear. I no longer have mercy running through my veins. She takes off running, but it doesn’t take me long to catch up, and wrapping my arms around her, I lift her up into the air. She’s so small and delicate in my hands. I could break her so easily. She’s swinging her legs, trying to kick out at me, so I pin her up face first against a tree with her back toward me

“You wanted a monster. Well, now you’ve got one. Remember this. You asked for it, you cunt.”

My erection is hard in my trousers, and I grind it against her bottom. She’s pleading with me to stop but at the same time moaning her urgent need. I use my body weight to hold her in place and allow my rough hands to trace under the hem of her nightdress. I bunch it up around her hips, and she shivers when the cool air of the night hits her sensitive flesh. I don’t give her any warning of my next movement and treat her just like the slut she’s pretending to be. I kick her legs apart and propel three thick fingers into her core. She screams at the violent intrusion.

“No.” Her skin pimples at the cold but also with the sensation of need tumbling through her body. She’s an enigma of contradictions, at the moment. Need, desire, fear, and terror all combined into one yearning vessel.

“You are going to take everything I give you.” I twist my fingers and thrust them in and out of her. She’s dripping wet and coats me in her essence.

Reaching behind herself, she claws at my arm with her perfectly manicured nails.

“Bitch.” I suck in a breath and add a fourth finger to intensify the stretching she feels at her entrance. My movements become faster and faster as I fuck her with my hand. My dick strains against the zipper of my trousers, desperately wanting out. It needs to bury itself balls deep in her tight little pussy.

“Stop,” she cries underneath me, but even I can tell it’s halfhearted. The flush of heat over her skin, and the tightening of the walls of her pussy around my fingers, tell me she’s on the verge of an orgasm. I pull my hand away, and she lets out a long wail at the loss.

Leaning into her, I trail my tongue up the side of her face.

“This isn’t about you getting off. Sluts don’t get to come unless I say so.” I jerk my hips toward her, so my hard shaft pokes her. “Do you know what happens next?”

“Please…” The whimpers are coming thick and fast, now. “Please…please don’t hurt me.”

“Too late, this monster’s never retreating now. It’s all about claiming what’s his. You’re. Mine. Forever.”

I bring the fingers I’ve just had inside her up to her mouth, and I dip one inside. I feel her start to test the power of her teeth against my digit, and in the darkness surrounding us, I give her an ultimatum.

“Bite it, and I’ll take you in the ass.”

Her teeth retract, and I pull my finger out of her mouth. Lowering my hands to my trousers, I unzip them and pull out my hard length. I stroke it a few times, smearing the pre-cum at the head over the entire length. I don’t think I’ve ever been as hard as I am right now.

“You know what girls like you get?” I ask.

“No,” she cries.

“Hard and fast.”

Before she has a chance to realize what I’m doing, I’ve thrust forward, bottoming out within her. My dick is now shrouded by her heat, and my mind flips completely as the dark mist clouding my brain, wraps around both of us, entwining us together. Two figures, in the dead of night, taking what they need from each other. My hips buck wildly as I withdraw and slam hard back into her. She’ll feel me there constantly for the next few days.

“Please!” Tamara’s screaming, her voice hoarse with the tears she’s shed and the crying out she’s been doing since I captured her. I know her last vestiges of control are hanging on a knife’s edge. She needs one more thing to send her flying. With my nose, I nudge the material of her nightdress to the side, and as I bite down on her shoulder, her pussy clenches tighter around my dick, and she explodes in my arms. A powerful orgasm causing her body to shudder and shake under me as my own orgasm bursts from my balls and out of my dick to coat her insides.

Eventually, we are both still with me inside her, and my teeth embedded in her shoulder. My dick jerks, occasionally, but we remain silent in the shadows of the trees while far off in the distance, a church clock strikes midnight.

Tamara’s legs give way, and I slip out of her and take her gently down onto the ground to protect her from a bad fall. She turns in my arms to face me. Speckles of moonlight through the branches of the trees illuminate her face.

“Thank you.” She shuts her eyes. All her tears drying up. “This isn’t wrong.” Her eyes open, again, and I see honesty and happiness in them. They are tired and still edged with the grief she feels, but contentment is there. “We both consented, and that is the difference. The darkness is a part of us both, and it won’t ever disappear. We just needed to find the right person to share it with.”

Leaning forward, I press a soft, almost too tender kiss to her lips.

“Monsters together.”

“Forever.”

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