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Subject: {ASSM} "The Wolf Inside" (9/9)  (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 Nine"
By Shon Richards

What do you do after you fuck your boss like a dog? I mean, she
was going to fire my ass at any minute, but it was a Friday so
maybe she'd wait till Monday. I guessed I should go get roaring
drunk at a bar, or maybe I start looking for a job right that
moment so I wouldn't get kicked out of my apartment and have to
shack up with one of my friends. I had just made my boss beg for
my cock and left her naked body on the office floor; I was not
entirely sure what to do next.

I went home. It seemed like the only safe option. Ever since the
moon became full, the horrible beast inside me has been
insatiable. If I went out, I might fuck a cop or facefuck a
teenager. I didn't trust myself. My desires were greater than my
sense of self-preservation. It was depressing as fuck.

So you can imagine how I felt when I came home to find my door
unlocked.

The beast inside me liked to fuck, but it had other primal
priorities, too. A sense of territory was high on that list. I
kicked open the door and looked for the intruder. Time slowed as
I surveyed my home. My CD rack was a mess. There were books
missing from my bookshelf. I saw a stranger's coat on my couch.

There were noises coming from the bedroom. Silently, I stalked
down the hallway. My hands curled into fists. I bared my teeth,
ready to fucking eat the idiot who was invading my space.

It was Karen. Of course. My ex-girlfriend was going through my
dresser as if she fucking lived here. No doubt she was looking
for some trivial piece of clothing she'd sworn she left behind. 

I had moved so quietly that she didn't know I was here. It gave
me time to look at her. I hadn't seen her since she left me. Her
brown hair was shorter, and it had blond streaks in it now. She
had lost a little weight, not enough for other people to notice,
but I did. The expensive watch she wore was new. She should have
spent that money replacing the shit she swore I still had. 

"What are you doing here?" I said. 

She jumped, and I enjoyed her shock of fear.

"Dylan! You scared me!" she said. She ignored my accusation and
made one of her own. "Where the fuck did you get all of these
panties?"

My trophy drawer was open. I growled and stomped to the dresser.
"Those are mine!" I yelled.

She jumped when she saw my reaction. She couldn't possibly
understand why I was so angry. Every piece was a memory locked
forever in cotton and pussy juice. 

"Who have you been fucking?" she said. "Were you cheating on me
when we were dating?"

It was my turn to ignore her question. I grabbed her by her short
hair and pulled her out of my bedroom. She screamed, and it was
good. When we reached her coat in the living room, I let go of
her hair.

"Get out," I said.

"Fucker, that hurt!" she said. She held her head as though I had
ripped her scalp.

That is when I smelt it. Her pussy was filling the room. Karen
was turned on. She said she hated it, but she wanted more. She
could be my prey, and I knew she would learn to beg for it, too.

"God damn," I said. I grabbed her by the throat and pushed her
against the wall.

"Dylan!" she yelled. 

Oh, I knew that look that was in her eyes. That mix of fear and
anticipation. God damn. 

I took a deep breath. Her pussy was wet. Images filled my mind. I
had learned everything I needed to know. She liked the
hair-pulling better. She wanted to be punished. She wanted to
suffer, just a little.

God damn.

I put my hand on her blouse and cupped her breast. Karen moaned.

"Is it really that simple?" I said. "All of your nagging, all of
your constant criticism. It makes so much sense now."

"What?" Karen said. "You're hurting my throat." 

My grip tightened. "See? What you did right there. You whine and
complain, but not because you want me to change. God damn, all of
those times you pestered me to eat more salad, it had nothing to
fucking do with my health. Every time you bitched at me to change
the channel, it had nothing to do with what I was watching. No,
you were a nagging bitch just to see if I would do something
about you."

Her lips contorted with anger. "Don't try that macho bullshit
about women wanting to be beaten and fucked! Let go of me right
now!"

I let go of her breast and reached between her legs. My hand
pressed against her jeans. The heat was incredible.

"You might think it's macho bullshit," I said. "And you know
what? Sometimes, I think it's macho bullshit. The thing is
though, some people get off on it. It makes them weak in the
knees, it gives them shivers, and they fantasize about it all day
long. It's macho bullshit but for some people, not everyone, just
a small number of people, it's everything they ever wanted."

She looked at me. "How do you know that?" she said very quietly.

I leaned in close to her ear. I took another deep breath. "I have
this beast inside me now. It knows these things. And those
panties you found? Each one of them belonged to a woman whose
greatest dream in the world was to held down and fucked."

Karen groaned, a low sexy groan she'd sure as hell never made
when we fucked. She looked at me and waited. I could hear the
pounding of her heart. Her pussy wanted me. Her body was tense as
she thought about the depredations I could make her suffer. 

The beast inside me wanted her. Fucking my boss was nice, but
humiliating my ex-girlfriend would be priceless. Karen would be
one incredible meal.

I let go of her. "Get out," I said.

She shook her head no and started to take off her shirt. I
stopped her. 

"Get out" I said. 

"Why?" she whined.

"Because you would enjoy it," I said. "You would like it, just
like every other woman has, but I realized something: It's not a
gift I want to give you. Those other women, they were just as
much a victim to their desires as I am. I like them. They are a
lot like me. You, though, are a total bitch who made our
relationship hell. I don't want to do you any favors. I don't
want you to be as happy as the women I fuck. Get the fuck out and
never come back." 

"Asshole!" Karen spat.

"Maybe," I said. "But I do want to thank you. I mean, I can smell
your cunt, and the beast wants to fuck you more than it has
wanted to fuck anyone, but you know what? Tough shit. I can
control my beast when it comes to you. That means I can control
myself with anyone if I really want to. Maybe that's been my
problem all along; maybe I had no self-control because I really
didn't want to stop myself. With a pain in the ass like you,
though, I don't have a problem at all."

"Asshole!" Karen yelled.

"And quit leaving me messages," I said as I pushed her to the
door. "Get on with your life, Karen. Go get fucked by someone who
doesn't despise you like I do."

"Asshole!" she screamed again as I shut the door in her face.

I took out my cell phone and called Lisa. I was horny as fuck,
but I had so much more control. I had to tell her that today was
an aberration and that I could control myself.

She answered on the first ring.

"Hey, Lisa," I began, "look, I need to tell you something."

"Dylan, we need to let some of our staff work from home," she
said. Her tone was so meek, I almost didn't recognize her. "The
home office has been flirting with the idea. I didn't like it
myself, but I think it would be best. You can do your job just as
well at home as at the office. Your pay and benefits will stay
the same of course."

"Uhhh," I said. I was speechless.

"And to be honest," she continued, "you're making some of the
staff nervous. Scott pretty much pisses himself when I tell him
to ask you for help. Hell, technically it would mean working less
hours. As long as you get your work done, who cares how long you
take?"

I smiled. More time to hunt. No more coworkers and their stupid
demands. I could work all day without the smell of pussy to
distract me, and then I could spend my nights looking for prey. 

"Dylan?" Lisa asked. "Please say yes. It would be best for
everyone, don't you think?"

The beast roared. My hand went to the pocket where I'd put Lisa's
panties. I was horny, and the beast wanted to fuck again. So did
I. Together, we made our decision.

"Lisa," I said, "I'll consider your offer if, and only if, you
get your ass over to my apartment and suck my cock. Understand
me?"

There was a pause on the phone. "Where exactly do you live?"

 Everything was going to be just fine. 

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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