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From: Shon Richards <shonrichards@yahoo.com>
Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Inside" (4/9)  (Mdom/F)
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This erotic story was written by me, Shon Richards.  Please do
not reprint on your website, blog, love letters to your lover etc
without asking me first.  I have yet to refuse a reprint but
let's just be polite about it, okay?

You can write to me at shonrichards at yahoo.com.  I will be
delighted to hear your comments.

Find out what I am up to at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/
as well as read my more current work. 


"The Wolf Inside Part four"
By Shon Richards


The fuckfever broke Sunday afternoon. For the first time in days,
my cock was limp. My lust was sated. I could think clearly. My
stomach growled. I was hungry for something other than breasts
and pussy. 

Bee laid beside me. She was asleep on her back. Her body bore the
evidence of the weekend. Bite marks covered her tits. Rope burns
decorated her wrists and ankles. Her thighs were red from our
nonstop fucking. Even her lips were swollen from where I had
rammed my cock into her mouth.

I had done that. I knew that her ass was purple from spanking
bruises. I knew that her back was scratched all to hell. I knew
that even her scalp hurt from where I had pulled her hair during
sex. Every part of her was sore, and every part of her was a
place I had claimed with teeth, fingers or cock. 

I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Over and over, I had forced
her to beg for it, and over and over, she had consented to
whatever lust I had. It was what she had wanted, and yet, looking
at her mauled body, I couldn't help thinking that maybe I should
have denied it to her.

Well, that's if I could have denied myself.

Bee awoke. A look of fear crossed her face, followed by a smile.


"I can't fuck anymore," she giggled.

"Yeah, me neither," I said.

"What was it, eight times?" she said.

It was all a blur to me. "Maybe."

She rose on one arm. Bee winced as a rug burn on her elbow
bothered her. She collapsed back down.

"I think we should talk," she said.

That was an understatement. "Oh?"

"Yeah," she said. "I think you're really hot, but I'm not this
kind of a girl."

Until a few days ago, I hadn't been this kind of a guy either. I
kept quiet, though. 

"I guess what I am saying," Bee said, "is that I have to focus on
my classes. I need to keep my grades up, and I can't really
commit to being a submissive. I'm not a lifestyle girl. I mean,
you can't be fucking my brains out all the time, you know?"

I nodded gravely. I had no idea what she meant by "lifestyle,"
but I got the "submissive" part. "I understand," I said. 

"You're a great guy," she said. "But ... I mean ... wow, you're
very powerful, you know?"

I placed a hand on one of her bite-covered breasts. "No,
actually. What do you mean by powerful?"

She winced as my fingernail brushed her tender nipple. "When I
first saw you, something just came over me. Maybe it's because
you're the first real dom I have met, but my pussy just got wet
when you started talking. I started thinking about what you would
be like in bed. And that cologne! Oh, my God, that is such a sexy
smell, I just wanted to rub my face all over you."

Poor Bee. I wasn't a real dom, but I know what she meant. I
remember feeling that way when Eden cornered me. 

"Tell me more," I said. "Do you feel like I forced you into
anything?"

"No, no, no!" she said. "Oh, my God, you have no idea! I have
fantasized about this all the time! All my old boyfriends were,
you know, vanilla."

I frowned. "You mean white?"

Bee laughed. "Very funny. I meant they aren't into kinky stuff. I
feel like I have been waiting for someone like you forever."

Someone like me? No, she didn't want me. She wanted what I had
become. And even that was conditional.

"But you don't want to commit," I said. My fingernail scratched a
new line into her breast.

Bee moaned. "I like you," she whined. "But I can't just do this
all the time. I have to go to school and stuff."

I nodded and sat up. She was letting me go, but I felt relieved.
I worried that whatever had happened to me was somehow
controlling her mind, but hell, she had no problem telling me
this was just a fling. Maybe I was the one who had lost my
control, and she was the one who came along for the ride.

She got up when I started to dress. Bee got out of bed and
groaned as she tried to walk. She was unsteady on her feet, which
was not surprising considering how I'd fucked her tight ass twice
last night. 

In the living room, I saw her panties still on the floor from
when I'd stripped her. I picked them up and for some reason
stuffed them in my pocket. I looked for my shoes until I
remembered I had come over barefoot. "Well, this is goodbye
then," I said.

She hugged me. Her body relaxed in my arms. I think the thought
of my leaving was as a relief to her. "My real name is Bonnie,"
she said. "I was named after my grandmother, and I hate it. Bee
sounds less old-lady."

"My real name is Dylan," I said. "I guess I need a better
alias."

She laughed. "Will I see you at the club?"

It was my turn to laugh. "Sure," I said. "Or maybe I'll drop by
your apartment again sometime."

I felt her body tense up again. "OK," she lied.

There was no goodbye kiss, but that was all right. I walked out
into the cold air and headed to my apartment. My cock was no
longer hard, and for the first time in days, I couldn't smell
pussy. I started to plan what I wanted to eat. I was dying for a
steak or maybe some thick hamburgers.

Back in my apartment, I saw that I had five messages on my cell
phone. They were all from Karen. The bitch thought I had her
Shiny Toy Guns CD. Every week, the woman found something new that
she thought I had. Usually I stopped what I was doing and
searched for whatever she was missing. Fuck that. Halfway through
the first message I deleted the rest of them. 

I took some patties out of the freezer and tossed them into a
frying pan. I turned the heat up high and just stood there. The
sizzling meat smelled almost as delicious as pussy. 

It had been a weird, wild few days, but it looked like the worst
was over. Maybe Eden had given me some sort of weird nymphomaniac
flu that made me so horny that I was imagining things. More
likely, just having wild sex with a stranger turned on my sex
drive to the point that I was able to score with a college chick.
Whatever it had been, my cock was limp, my fever was gone, and I
could get back to my life. Lord knows, I needed my head straight
to deal with all the work I'd have piled up on Monday.

I thought about being on the train with so many working women in
their little business skirts. I thought about Atlanta women with
$100 haircuts just begging for my hand to twist their hair. I
thought about office buildings packed with bored women looking
for a thrill.

My cock got hard again. 

If you enjoyed this story please drop me a line at shonrichards
at yahoo.com.
Or visit my blog at http://erotiterrorist.blogspot.com/


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