So I'm Dating a Murderer ~Closed~

[fr33ks33k]

"That you were a....masochist? Heh, I think we both know now that you are. There's no doubt."

He looked up at her, setting his can down on a coaster. His hands rested on his knees, fidgeting with the fabric of his jeans. All of his thoughts scattered, then focused into a singular beam. He stood up, moving closer to her.

"Ok, so now that we've established that you enjoy pain, and that I'm a sadistic murderer with a soft spot. What do we do about it? I mean, I can't just keep feeling like a fool fawning over the girl who I couldn't kill. I don't want to kill you, but I feel like I want something...more..."

His hands had moved to her arms, holding her at the biceps, not a harsh grasp, but a steadying one. He kept feeling the urge to kiss her, so he did. It had some remnant of the harsh embraces they'd shared, but was more controlled.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie knew she should pull away from his grasp or at least attempt to. Her hand hand even moved between them in an attempt to push him away. This was wrong...she told herself. He was a murderer. He'd said it himself. He was a sadistic murderer...with a soft spot.

That was probably the reason she hadn't pushed him away, instead...her hand grabbed tge material of his shirt pulling him closer. Her body was aching with desire as she remembered the sort of pleasure he'd given her last time. She nipped at his bottom lip as she had done the first time they'd had sex.

Finally, after awhile she pulled away from the breathtaking kiss. Her breathing was somewhat ragged," More..what?" She said, with a mischievous twinkle in her eyes showing that she knew exactly what he meant.

 

[fr33ks33k]

"More...everything. I don't just want the sex...I want all of it. All of you...."

His words had scarcely left his lips before he kissed her again, not allowing for breaths to be caught. The heat of his revelation and the moment consumed his actions. His fingers clenched tighter around her arms, not strong enough yet to bruise, but definitely enough to move her in the ways he wanted. Craig turned them, his eyes opening once to note the position of the arm of the couch. Pushing insistently at her, he backed her against it. One more push and she'd be seated, or tumbling backward onto the couch. He hadn't decided yet.

 

[princesssexci]

Shit! This all seemed so surreal like something out of her novel.Her breath caught in her throat, unable to answer because he'd kissed her again as soon as he'd finished speaking. Moans of pleasure left her lips. His tight embrace was firm enough to show his dominance over her but not enough to bruise her. She felt him turn them and allowed him to control her movements, not fighting against whatever he was doing.

As he pushed her back some, she felt the bottom of the couch against her leg yet continued to kiss. Her tongue brushing alobg his lips asking permission to enter his mouth.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Her tongue met his lips and they parted quickly, his own darting out to tangle with hers. His hands left her arms, sliding down her sides, resting at her hips before moving forward, seeking out the button holding her jeans.

He'd said he didn't only want the sex, but now that was all that filled his mind. The rough, violent, penetration that he'd given her before. He felt his cock hardening against his thigh, the rugged material of his jeans only furthering it's rapid engorgement.

Their lips and tongues continued to dance fervently as his fingers caught the button and undid it, sliding the zipper down easily. One hand slithered into her jeans, cupping her sex, feeling the warmth of it, rubbing against it softly. Her moans drifted to his ears and he knew that she wanted everything he could give. And give he would; but restraint would be necessary. Possibly in multiple ways....

 

[princesssexci]

Groans and sighs were the only response given to what he was doing to her. She felt him release her arms then slide down to her hips. They didn't stay there though as his hands traveled down to the button of her zipper.

She knew that he'd claimed not to want just sex but that didn't seem to be the case right now. Not that it mattered because she did indeed want to take everything he offered to her. Call it crazy or hell, even stockholm syndrome but she wanted it.

She also felt the throbbing of his cock only covered by the material of his jeans pressed against her thigh. Their tongue wrestling never seemed to end. It was only a few minutes later when she felt him unbutton her jeans and then the sound of her jeans unzipping.

His shirt that Stephanie had been clutching was released as the kiss grew more and more hotter and her hands grazed down his chest until she found the hem. Her hand pushed underneath the shirt and she lightly grazed her freshly manicured nails down his chest whimpering as he cupped her mound then began to rub.

 

[fr33ks33k]

The intensity of their kiss was broken as he pulled back, eyes staring into hers and through them. His hand continued to caress the heat of her sex, fingertips pressing at her folds beneath the flimsy fabric of her underwear. The sting of her nails scratching his chest inflamed his already burning lust; his free hand lost itself in her tresses, taking a firm hold and craning her head back, revealing all of her neck. His lips and tongue and teeth ravaged the taut flesh; leaving a trail of small bite-marks and subtle bruises. More bruises she'd have to cover up, but he didn't care.

One finger pressed her panties to the side, slipping into the wetness now uncovered. He growled against her skin as he continued to explore her.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie gasped sharply as he began nipping at her neck while teasing her through the sheer fabric of her underwear. Her hips jerked as she felt his fingers push her underwear to the side slipping his finger into her silky hot flesh. Biting her lip, her hand slid from underneath his shirt.

Slowly, the moved towards the zipper of his pants. The sound of the button unclasping and the zipper unzipping were the only sounds that could be heard aside from their moans and growls of pleasure.

As he growled against her neck, she shivered with anticipation. Her hands slipped between the jean barrier and she began teasing his cock through his boxers. However, she was losing her balance and would eventually fall against the couch.

"That...feels...so...good..." she said inbetween little whimpers and short gasps.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Another growl rolled across her skin as her fingers found their way to his cock, throbbing with need against her palms as she fondled it. Pulling away yet again, Craig gave Stephanie a mischievous look. He removed his hands from her, taking hold of her wrists, gentle but guiding them up and out of his jeans. He pressed his body against hers, tipping her the rest of the way onto the couch, her legs held aloft by the arm of it. His fingers hooked into the belt loops of her jeans, tugging them quickly, peeling them down off contours of her legs, casting them aside.

The soaked center of her panties brought his mischievous look to the surface even further, and within the span of a few seconds, he had pulled them to the side, his hot breaths puffing over her slick slit. The tip of his tongue delved into her folds like a shovel, scooping at the liquid desire nestled within.

His manner here seemed to be an atonement for the violence visited upon her, but the back of his mind boiled with many darker thoughts...for now he savored her essence as it flowed freely onto his tongue and down his chin.

 

[princesssexci]

Another shiver of anticipation about what was to come rolled down her spine as he growled once more against her skin. As they looked each other in the eye, she saw a mischievous look appear in his eyes and raised her eyebrows. Soon he'd moved his hands from her pussy and grabbed her wrists pulling them away from his cock then releasing them.

Stephanie groaned and pouted, though she was starting to think she knew what he was up to. She squealed as he pushed his body towards her knocking her back onto the couch behind her. Without a moments haste, he'd tugged her jeans down and pushed the crotch of her panties to the side.

Before she could even comprehend his next steps, she let out a low, "Ohhhh..."

Stephanie shuddered as his tongue began scooping her love honey with his long, smooth tongue. Her hips lifted and she grasped the cushions of the couch. She closed her eyes, taking in the feel of his tongue against her silky wetness.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Taking his fill of her juices, he withdrew, dropping his jeans and boxers to the floor with a swift push of his hands. His cock sprang free, bobbing in the air as it pulsed. His eyes feasted upon the way her body angled, legs up and opened, the elevation of her sex putting it in prime position to be taken. He stepped close to the couch, hooking his hands around her thighs, pulling her up until she was placed correctly.

The spade-tip of his cock pressed at her folds, the wetness there lubricating him instantly. Slowly, agonizingly so, he pushed inside her. Inch by hot inch being clutched firmly by the welcoming walls of her pussy, his fingertips dug into the flesh of her legs. Reaching the root, he paused, eyes roving across her tummy, over the mounds of her breasts, seeking her eyes. In her eyes he saw the same lustiness he had reflected, and it urged him onward, pulling back and thrusting with great force.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie let out a shuddering breath as he slowly entered her pussy. Her eyes were still closed but not for long as he slowly moved forward, inch by torturous inch. Her walls gripped him tightly and her eyes slowly fluttered open as his grip around her legs tightened.

She watched as his eyes moved from her flat taut belly, up further towards her breasts then their eyes met and their emotions seemed to reflect one another's. She gasped sharply and squealed, her hips jerking in response as he gave a sharp thrust.

"Yesssssssssss...." she hissed

 

[fr33ks33k]

It must have been the sharp exhale she gave, but he wasn't sure. Something about that moment set him off, and without warning his hands were on her shoulders, pulling her up, bringing her to her feet. The look in his eyes had shifted. That animal-stare he'd had before was back. The softness had melted somewhere between the penetration and the pace he'd built.

He turned her away from him, one hand on her shoulder, the other firmly at the small of her back. A sharp pressure bent her at the waist, presenting her ass to him. The hand formerly at her shoulder now grasped her ass, pulling one cheek, her slippery folds barely visible but still seen. His engorged length went in to the base smoothly, her arousal still sufficiently softening the entry. A hiss of his own squeezed out between his gritted teeth as he took hold of her hips, fingers finding the old bruises easily and keeping her there as his hips rocked back and forth, building speed.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie wasn't quite certain what had happened either but she wasn't displeased with what was going on. She knew something hot and exciting was going to happen as she looked at him. His animalistic stare hit her hard and fast as he pulled out of her, pulled her up and made her turn around.

"AH!" She cried out as he entered her, filling her up quite easily. With her ass to him, she gripped the pillows of her couch, tightly to keep from falling over. Curses flew from her mouth like she was a drunken sailor as he grabbed her ass, then grabbed her waist.

His tempo increased as did her lust. "Oh god, yes...harder Craig. Torture my pussy..." she whimpered.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Her words wafted up to him. The one in particular. His eyes glanced around the room, searching for something. He saw nothing at hand, and the frustration caused his fingers to dig into her hips harder. His thrusts grew more violent, the pounding rhythm slapping his balls against her clit, leaving a resounding noise in the room.

A thought occurred to him as he kept pummeling into her soaked cunt, and one hand loosed its grip on her waist only to grab a handful of her chestnut locks, pulling harshly. He saw the curve of her spine move to comply, her body arching exquisitely as he bent her like a bow.

Torture. He couldn't find a way to put proper justice to the term in this circumstance. This was pleasure, pure and simple. The torture would have to come later. He wondered idly, fleetingly, if she would beg for it again, then.

 

[princesssexci]

She winced as his hands dug into her waist even more so. The violent thrusts caused her to shiver against him. Her pussy ached but at the same time it felt so incredible. Stephanie wasn't sure she would be able to get enough of it. This was exactly she was looking for in a man, someone to control her.

Suddenly, he released her waist and grabbed her hair pulling her head back. Instinctively, her spine moved in the correct position, arching in response.

She let out another shuddering breath. It wasn't enough and she wanted more but at the same time, didn't want to come off too...masochistic. However, the words came out before she could stop them, probably because she knew he could do more to her. He had done so before and it felt absolutely delicious!

"Craig, please..."

 

[fr33ks33k]

There she was, pleading again...begging for something. His eyes narrowed and he let go of her entirely, pulling out.

His breath was hot in her ear as he whispered, "Don't move a muscle."

He moved to her kitchen, eyes wild yet not lost. He opened a few drawers, grabbing odds and ends out of them. He came to the refrigerator, grabbing the door for the freezer and pulling it open. A half-full ice tray came with him as he returned to Stephanie, still perpendicular over the couch arm. He took the tray in both hands, having set the other bits down on the coffee table. Cracking the cubes free, he took one in hand, rubbing it along the backs of her thighs before moving it directly over her clit. He held it there, letting it melt, knowing it would numb the pink nub and eventually start freezing it beyond that.

 

[princesssexci]

Stephanie stayed where she was, not having moved a muscle. Her body felt on fire but from where she was bent she could hear Craig going through her drawers in the kitchen and...the fridge? Her eyebrow furrowed as she waited to see what would happen next.

She didn't have to wait long because she heard him set down a few items on the coffee table and though she was desperately curious; he'd told her not to move. Without warning, she felt the cool ice cube trail up her thighs until it hit her clit.

Stephanie shuddered and her clit felt paralyzed. Her grip tightened on the couch pillow as her clit almost seemed to freeze beneath the touch of the ice cube.

 

[fr33ks33k]

He saw the goose-flesh rise on her delicate skin, a grin cracking his lips; a hint of teeth and the smile seemed more like a lion's than a man's. He kept the ice cube on her clit for a moment longer, then slid it up and over her labia, pushing inside her. He let it linger there, fingers still chilly to the touch tracing over her mound and pinching her clit with a fierce pressure. He twisted his fingers at the end of the clamping, dragging them away from the little button so that they pinched just a bit harder before releasing it. He watched as the ice melted, trickling out of her and running down her thighs. He knelt and lapped it up, one trail at a time before sinking his length into her suddenly. The cold remained inside her, though he could feel the heat quickly returning.

The sound of fumbling could be heard as he reached to the table and grabbed the first of the few items he'd retrieved. All she would know is the sudden cinching of the clothespin on her clit. He never stopped thrusting, continuing to revel in the texture of her insides. His hand came down swiftly on one of her ass cheeks, rubbing the sting a bit before sliding up her back and taking her hair again.

"You asked for it...."

 

[princesssexci]

Goosebumps traveled down her body as the ice cube stayed on her clit for a bit longer. Soon she could feel the cold square object moving up towards her labia. She released another shudder and her lips parted and formed into an O shape as he pushed it inside. Stephanie felt his warm tongue lap at her juices running down her leg.

She heard the sound of fumbling and then felt him reach down towards her clit, pinching it really really hard and tightly against his finger tips. "Shit!" She squealed, that feeling having dragged a response out of her and within moments, he'd used a clothespin to clamp down on her clit. A resounding smack on her ass was heard and felt.

"Fuuuuuckkk..." she whined as he yanked her head back and returned to thrusting inside of her.

 

[fr33ks33k]

The sounds of her cursing were drowned out by the sounds of their bodies pounding against each other. He kept her back arched, sure that it would be painful eventually, but for now it simply afforded him deeper entry into her wanton cunt.

Soon enough, even the firm grasp he held on her hair was not sufficient for him. Craig found his hand moving down her shoulder and around, seizing her neck from behind. He pulled her up until she was nearly standing, supporting her weight at her knees on the couch arm. His free hand pressed into the small of her back, arching her so that he could continue penetrating. His fingers squeezed at her throat, holding her firmly. Her breathing wasn't being impeded, yet. That could change at any moment...

 

[princesssexci]

The sounds of their fucking seemed to drown out everything, including Stephanie's own thoughts. With her back arched, eventually it did become painful and she grimaced, only slightly.

However, Craig released her hair eventually and she hadn't realized it but the tight hold on her long dark tresses had given her a slight head ache. She relaxed her back but that only lasted a few moments as he grabbed her neck and pushed on her back to arch it once more.

Fear tried to inch through her body once more as his grip tightened around her throat. Had he changed his mind? Was it all a lie? She was so caught up in her own want for him that she didn't even think that he might possibly change his mind.

Quickly, she shook free of those thoughts. No, he wouldn't kill her. He'd had every chance to do so when he'd had her at his apartment. Still that thought lingered...

 

[fr33ks33k]

Her body tensed, released, tensed again. She seemed to be having some internal struggle. A need to fight back, perhaps. No matter. She wanted this, she'd said it herself. She was begging him for it, so he would give it to her.

His fingers tightened around her throat, pinching off her windpipe. His hips continued to piston against her ass, driving in every inch of his cock. He slowed his pace then, counting each one as a second. He wondered how long it would take for her to fight against him, how long she could hold her breath before the oxygen deprivation made her delirious.

Craig smiled the same wicked smile he'd shown her on the table that night. This was what he wanted. The fear, trembling in her even as his cock impaled her. The lust filling her even though she knew he could end this all at a moment's notice.

 

[princesssexci]

Oh dear god, she'd been wrong. She was going to die and this time not on a table in someones apartment. She was going to die in her own home. Fearful thoughts rattled through her brain as she had a lack of oxygen going through her lungs.

It had been one minute without air and now she was starting to feel dizzy, really really dizzy. Her breasts jiggled at the slow thrusts slamming against her ribs. She hadn't been looking at him so she couldn't see that identical evil, sadistic smile Craig had given her once before.

She let out something identical to either a moan or an attempt to gather air into her lungs. "Dizzy..." came her strangled cry.

 

[fr33ks33k]

Her gurgled voice forced its way out of a throat still clutched tightly by Craig's fingers. It sounded almost like a word, but muffled by the other ambient noise, he only heard a murmur. His assault on her cunt continued, unabated by her struggle for breath.

Only his mind's switch in thought saved her; his hand relinquished its stranglehold and rested on her shoulder. He withdrew from her, turning her yet again to face him. His hand alighted on the clothespin still attached to her clit. By now the little nub was swollen and losing color from being pinched so long.

A devious smile and a flash of light in his eyes and Craig asked her an old question.

"So, Stephanie....fast or slow?"