Quod Me Nutrit Me Destruit: That Which Destroys Me with The Alternate Ending by Kimber S. Dawn
Authors: Kimber S. Dawn
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swollen pussy and sinks a long deft finger inside me. He pulls out and sinks two fingers curling them up as his thumb circles my clit. “Holy. Fuck. Ohmygod.” I whine, instantly on the verge of begging.
“ Mmmm,” His nose nuzzles my ear before he sinks his teeth into my earlobe. “Fucking wet little cunt wants me doesn’t it, Ms. Reese?”
“Shit. Wow. Holy shit.” I sputter. I can feel it already begin to pull as lights blink into my vision.
I have only ever cum on my own. It never comes at me this fast. EVER.
His fingers and thumb increase their pace and pressure. His husky words roll from his lips as they brush across the shell of my ear. “That wasn’t an answer to my question, Ms. Reese. Now, you’ve let two of my questions go unanswered.”
I’m there, I’m at the precipice and I’m throwing myself over, letting go, ready to be pulled under.
Suddenly his hand is gone, yanking me back from the edge. I blink at him in confusion, watching as he steps back away from me. He brings his hand up to his mouth and his eyes stay locked on mine as he slowly begins licking his two fingers around his damn beautiful devious grin. “Mmmm, if divinity ever had a taste, this would definitely fucking be it.”
He continues stepping away from me at the bar until he reaches a large, dark brown leather chair. He sits before sinking back and resting his elbows on the arms of the chair. His eyes narrow on mine over his steepled fingers before he continues, “That tight little cunt of yours was clamping down around my fingers hard. Now…would you like for me to explain why I didn’t allow you to cum, Ms. Reese?”
My mind is in a haze of ecstasy, my vision is so blurred I can hardly see him, hell I’m barely able to make out his words and it takes me a moment to make sense of them. When I do, the haze clears and my vision blurs; but not from ecstasy, it blurs red from my rage.
What in the hell did I just allow myself succumb to?
“Wait—What? What the hell just happened? No—What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I abruptly stand from the barstool and before I can yank my dress down, my fucking knees buckle and I’m on the damn floor.
Wesley is instantly there helping me up.
Well that wasn’t embarrassing or anything.
“You know what the fuck is wrong with me, Ms. Reese. I just explained it. It may not have been very clear, but I did explain myself.”
My trembling hands push my hair behind my ears. When I gather enough composure and I’m able to speak, I spit my words at him, “Wesley you don’t know a goddamn thing about me. You have no idea what the first seventeen years of my life consisted of; what I’ve had to do to get to where I am today. I am not a submissive or a sub or whatever. I am a fucking fighter. Because absolutely everything I am and everything that I possess, I’ve had to fight like hell to get.”
I turn quickly to leave, but before I step out of the bar-slash-sitting area, I spin back around and narrow my eyes on his before I spew my parting words. “You can’t be a submissive or peek into the lifestyle, not when the only sexual encounters you’ve ever experienced were rapes and molestations by father, after foster father, after foster brother from the time you were a toddler. There, there’s your goddamn answer, Wesley. Good night.”
I slam the door, stumbling from his penthouse to the elevator doors.
Chapter 9
Fucking Answers
Huh. Well, that’s never happened before.
I’m stumped. Yeah, at a loss for words. I’ve never been put in my place and I’ve never been hit by a curve ball.
Dumfounded, I slouch back into the chair and let her words run through my mind over and over. I’m trying to convince myself I’d misheard what she said before she slammed out.
Surely I didn’t hear her right. Right?
“… the only sexual encounters you’ve ever experienced were rapes and molestations by father, after foster father, after foster brother from the time you were
“ Mmmm,” His nose nuzzles my ear before he sinks his teeth into my earlobe. “Fucking wet little cunt wants me doesn’t it, Ms. Reese?”
“Shit. Wow. Holy shit.” I sputter. I can feel it already begin to pull as lights blink into my vision.
I have only ever cum on my own. It never comes at me this fast. EVER.
His fingers and thumb increase their pace and pressure. His husky words roll from his lips as they brush across the shell of my ear. “That wasn’t an answer to my question, Ms. Reese. Now, you’ve let two of my questions go unanswered.”
I’m there, I’m at the precipice and I’m throwing myself over, letting go, ready to be pulled under.
Suddenly his hand is gone, yanking me back from the edge. I blink at him in confusion, watching as he steps back away from me. He brings his hand up to his mouth and his eyes stay locked on mine as he slowly begins licking his two fingers around his damn beautiful devious grin. “Mmmm, if divinity ever had a taste, this would definitely fucking be it.”
He continues stepping away from me at the bar until he reaches a large, dark brown leather chair. He sits before sinking back and resting his elbows on the arms of the chair. His eyes narrow on mine over his steepled fingers before he continues, “That tight little cunt of yours was clamping down around my fingers hard. Now…would you like for me to explain why I didn’t allow you to cum, Ms. Reese?”
My mind is in a haze of ecstasy, my vision is so blurred I can hardly see him, hell I’m barely able to make out his words and it takes me a moment to make sense of them. When I do, the haze clears and my vision blurs; but not from ecstasy, it blurs red from my rage.
What in the hell did I just allow myself succumb to?
“Wait—What? What the hell just happened? No—What the fuck is wrong with you?”
I abruptly stand from the barstool and before I can yank my dress down, my fucking knees buckle and I’m on the damn floor.
Wesley is instantly there helping me up.
Well that wasn’t embarrassing or anything.
“You know what the fuck is wrong with me, Ms. Reese. I just explained it. It may not have been very clear, but I did explain myself.”
My trembling hands push my hair behind my ears. When I gather enough composure and I’m able to speak, I spit my words at him, “Wesley you don’t know a goddamn thing about me. You have no idea what the first seventeen years of my life consisted of; what I’ve had to do to get to where I am today. I am not a submissive or a sub or whatever. I am a fucking fighter. Because absolutely everything I am and everything that I possess, I’ve had to fight like hell to get.”
I turn quickly to leave, but before I step out of the bar-slash-sitting area, I spin back around and narrow my eyes on his before I spew my parting words. “You can’t be a submissive or peek into the lifestyle, not when the only sexual encounters you’ve ever experienced were rapes and molestations by father, after foster father, after foster brother from the time you were a toddler. There, there’s your goddamn answer, Wesley. Good night.”
I slam the door, stumbling from his penthouse to the elevator doors.
Chapter 9
Fucking Answers
Huh. Well, that’s never happened before.
I’m stumped. Yeah, at a loss for words. I’ve never been put in my place and I’ve never been hit by a curve ball.
Dumfounded, I slouch back into the chair and let her words run through my mind over and over. I’m trying to convince myself I’d misheard what she said before she slammed out.
Surely I didn’t hear her right. Right?
“… the only sexual encounters you’ve ever experienced were rapes and molestations by father, after foster father, after foster brother from the time you were
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