Animal

Submited by: Kris Serenity

His prey paused and so did he. Casually he waited as to not spook what he intended to kill. His prey was hesitant, unsure of its actions, fear taking over for rational, erratic movement replacing purposeful direction, escape routes replaced with dead ends. After much deliberation the prey played out his final move. A move of desperation. This was the moment he had waited for. The intricate dance of the hunt was coming to its conclusion. The fatal miscalculation acted upon, with the final dance step taken he pounced and ripped the throat out of his prey.

There would be much celebration over his kill. A fine feast followed by toasts to be drunk and congratulatory handshakes to go around. To the victor goes the spoils and the spoils were plentiful. This bloodless killing done with a simple handshake. An outgunned opponent in the daily battle for survival in the world of business. I am animal.

He swiped his security card across the scanner and pressed penthouse on the elevator panel. Soon he would be home after a long day. Making himself a drink he moved out to the balcony overlooking the city. The lights of which shined like tiny jewels in a artificially lit canvas. He could hear the movement of the city as it softly wafted up to him in a hushed murmur from the street below. The comings and goings of people and motor vehicles making a slow deep hum that waned as the night got old, but never completely went silent. He watched over the city much like a bird of prey might watch over a valley from its high perched nest. Always looking for the next meal the next hunt. Putting down his drink he spread his arms as though he intended to take flight. I am animal.

Looking in the mirror he moved his hand up to the small loop that hung around his neck. Nothing more than a simple piece of cheap leather, but it held the three symbols of his life. Running his hand across these three talismans he thought of her. Always of her, for she had given him these three symbols, these reminders of his past, his tribulations and his present.

The first symbol the head of a beast with horns made of razor sharp steel. A beast to define his past self. If he needed a reminder he only need squeeze it between the palm of his hand. The piercing horns a painful reminder of his past. The blood running through his fingers a reminder of the pain he inflicted on others.

The next a key made of five segmented parts. Each part given to him by her over time. He remembered her words to him as clearly as the day they were spoken. " I can put you in no restraints, no chains, no cage that would be more binding, more restrictive, more confining to you than the ones you have put yourself in" she had said to him. "You are your own prisoner and your own jailer" she continued. "If you are willing to take my guidance in all things, I am willing to help you find your key, but until you free yourself I can never accept you." He had tearfully taken her up on her offer and through her guidance he had found the key and was no longer a involuntary prisoner to himself, but a willing prisoner to her.

The third symbol a clear crystal heart hollow in the middle. It's contents giving it a reddish black hue. A drop of her blood a drop of his. A symbol of two whole beings becoming one. A symbol of her acceptance of him. A fragile reminder of their bond, which must be treated with care and love lest it shatter into a million pieces. He would protect these things with his life. I am animal.

The engines on the jet were just jumping to life when his limo pulled up to the secluded tarmac. No waiting in ticket lines to check baggage or security lines with clueless people who couldn't understand why they needed to take their shoes off. Those days were long past. As he moved up the gangway to the jets door the pilot waved to him from the cockpit and gave the thumbs up meaning they should be in the air within minutes. Taking his seat he stared out the window and thought of her. Nothing but her.

In the back of his mind he heard a door behind him open, but he paid it no attention. An instant later her perfume came to him like a rushing wave crashing on the beach. His heart began to race as he turned towards the back of the plane and dropped to his knees. He could feel his face becoming flush with the heat of his beating heart. There she stood the woman who haunted his every waking moment. Whose life he would lay down for her merely if she asked. "Mistress" he stammered in a choked up voice as he bowed toward the ground. "I've decided to join you on your trip today" she said in a matter a fact way.
In her hand she held a small remote control and as she pushed one of its buttons a small hitching post shaped like the letter T appeared from the floor of the plane. At the end of each side were cuffs attached to chains. Another button on the remote produced a collar from the floor several feet in front of the post. It was also attached to a chain however, this chain seemed to disappear back into the floor of the plane. She knelt and picked up the collar. "Come here." she commanded. I am animal.

Now naked he was locked in the collar and cuffs the chains hanging loose so he could comfortably sit on the floor, they had spent much of the flight in conversation. When the conversation came to a natural lull she reached out her foot putting her stiletto heel in front of his face. He could smell the mixture of her perfume and the leather of her shoe. It was a scent he found intoxicating. Her feet were perfect in shape and size with her slender toes ending in manicured nails of red perfection. She playfully moved the shoe forward and back under his nose finally stopping with her toes next to his mouth. He breathed in deeply becoming drunk from the aroma when he heard her simple request. "Worship me."

Gently I kissed each of her toes, tracing their shape with my tongue darting it in between each toe. Bathing her foot as though washing away the dust of the road from a long travel. Moving to the top of her foot I repeated this process lovingly washing her feet with the only things available to me, my mouth and tongue. then moving to the instep of her foot, I gingerly traced it's curvature hoping to find the middle ground of pleasure and tickling. when she relaxed back into the chair I had the clue that I had found that middle ground. After spending several minutes on each foot her next command came to me, "Higher" she said.
Her calves are those of a runners, long , lean, strong and the epitome of feminine. Their athletic strength offset by the smooth silk feeling of her sweet, sweet skin. Moving my mouth from her ankle to the bottom of her knee I repeated the process I had used on her foot, bathing her, cleaning her, worshipping her. My hands massaged the back of her calves. Trying to release the tension from a long journey. Losing myself in her pleasure. "Higher" once more came her command.

I move my hands to the back of her knees, massaging them between my fingers. again repeating the bathing of her with my tongue and mouth. Kissing and licking only the lower half of her thighs no farther than halfway up her thigh. My hands moving from her thighs to the back of her knees to her ankles and back in a long winding massage.

"Higher" came her words in a deep whisper. Moving closer to her I begin bathing her inner thigh moving ever closer to her center. A new scent now mixing with her perfume. the scent of her arousal rushing through my nostrils like cocaine to an addict. A deep hard pounding rush of current electrifying each cell of my body. Driving my desire to please her in any way possible. Alternating between quick and slow strokes of my tongue on her thigh I move up and as close to her wetness as possible stopping to feel her heat, to breathe in her intoxicating drug, but pausing only briefly before moving slowly back down, back up, back down, back up. Forever, if it is her pleasure.

Suddenly grabbing my hair with both hands she pulls me to her center to her sweet hot wetness. My body is overcome with the desire to pleasure her. Her hands hold me tightly to her as she begins to rub herself on my face. Pulling my head harder into her, causing me to lose my breath. Frantically pulling back to breath she relents and allows me room only to pull me right back into her. Wanting to please her I use my mouth and tongue in a fever of passion only resisting when my lungs scream for air. Once again allowed to breath only to be pulled back into her. Her movements becoming more wild a groan escapes her lips as she floods my mouth with her sweet orgasm. Her pleasure driving me blindly forward. I am Animal.

His face stings from the slapping of her hand. "I told you to stop boy" she says through seething lips. Her hand slapping his face once more. "Perhaps you still have a bit of beast in you" she says accusingly.
"No Mistree"....her hand slapping his face once again. "I didn't tell you, you could fucking talk" she seethes.
He looks towards the floor her gaze burning through him. Suddenly the chain on his collar begins to retract into the floor pulling his head down until it touches the floor of the plane. Then with another push of a button on the remote his hands are pulled back towards the hitching post. Back and slightly away from his body. Leaving him on his knees head on the floor and arms behind him.
She stands up and walks to the bedroom in the back of the plane. He can only see her heels and feet as she walks from his position.

After a brief moment she comes back out of the bedroom, still he can only see her heels and feet, but now he also notices the ends of the cat o nine tails that she must be holding in her hand. He feels the impact of the whip on his back before he hears their tell tale whistling in the air.

"So, still the little beast I found so many years ago are you?" she accuses him, but he does not answer. "Still looking for conquests in the bedroom as well as the boardroom beast?" she questions him, but still he does not answer.
He feels the whip crack on his back again. Then before he has recovered he lets out a loud grunt as her foot slams into his rib cage.
Now the whip on his back again feeling as though it is ripping the flesh from his body.
"You are the same beast I found many years ago aren't you?" the whip slamming into his back again, "Answer me beast!" she screams.
"No Mistress I am not the same beast you found.... no that is not me Mistress." He pleads.
"Oh I remember that beast!" she exclaimed, "so use to conquest in the boardroom and the bedroom. Jumping from one whores bed to another, their meaning to you nothing once the conquest was complete. Nothing more than a womanizing, undisciplined beast. Always the fuckee and never the fucked! " she extolled putting extra emphasis on the last word.
He could feel her heel on his sore ribs from where she struck him previously. gently she slid it across his sore ribs, then suddenly pulling back as to strike. Breathing in deeply he braced for the impact, but it did not come. "Anticipation of what might happen is almost as potent as it actually happening hmmm beast?" she mockingly said. As his body relaxed he felt the full blow of her foot to his ribs causing him to gasp for air.
"Do you remember when you finally became the fucked beastie?" she quizzed him. He did not answer. "I think sometimes we all need reminders don't you think." she rhetorically asked. He did not answer.
He could sense her moving closer to him as he braced himself once again, but this time he only felt a soft thumping on his back. "Yes, we all need reminders." she said coyly. Instantly he knew what was making the soft thumping on his back.

She moved behind him. He could see her shoes from between his legs they were facing him. She gently placed her hands on his ass rubbing each cheek as though kneading a loaf of bread. " hmmm", she moaned, "my big mean beast." as the last of her words trailed off he felt her slam the strap on into him, no warning, no gentle easing in, just an all out attack. His groan was loud, guttural, the pain of the sudden penetration shot through his body like fire, his hands clenched, his teeth gnashed as she mercilessly pounded him.

In a few moments the initial pain had subsided, but her fucking was relentless, vengeful in its harshness. "Were you thinking about your next conquest while fucking them?" she groaned more than questioned. "Did you want to leave them whimpering in their beds violated and sore, you fucking beast!" she seethed. He did not answer.

Breaking the moment was the voice of the pilot on the intercom "15 minutes until we land."

The announcement only caused her to increase her frenetic fucking of him, again using the whip on his back as she drove into him over and over. " Are you a beast boy?" she shouted. he did not answer. Slamming into him she screamed. "Answer me" "No, Mistress I am not the beast you once knew." he screamed

" hmmm, perhaps your are not." she said in a barely audible voice. Her pounding became softer and soon stopped all together. Pulling away from him, she gave him one sharp slap on each cheek of his bottom. He could hear her removing the strap on and dropping it to the floor. She then walked back around to the front of him and sat down. Straddling his head with her legs.

She slid forward until his head was within a short distance of her crotch. " Can you smell that beast?" she whispered. "Yes, Mistress." he replied. " Does it drive you mad with desire beast? "Yes, Mistress, it makes me ache for you." "Do you want to taste me while you relieve yourself beast?" " Yes, Mistress." he pleaded. She pushed a button on the remote allowing his head to come up slightly from the floor. grabbing his head she pulled it up so he could see her eyes. "Not Today....my fucking pet!" she exclaimed with a innocent grin on her face.

Standing up she walked back towards the bedroom while pushing another button on the remote. He heard the click of the collar and the cuffs as they opened and dropped from him. He slumped to the floor free from his bondage. I am Animal.

Once the plane was on the ground he showered and dressed for the meeting that he had come here for. His shirt set off a new set of pain on his back where the welts had formed from the whip.
As he was making his way to the exit of the plane, she emerged from the bedroom once again. She had changed clothes and her beautiful face had a sweet iridescent glow. He could not help but be memorized by her beauty.
she walked to him wrapping her arms around his neck, she pulled him to her in a passionate kiss.
After a long moment she pulled his head back and looked softly into his eyes the harshness of minutes before gone.
She said to him in a low voice " I've decided to take the plane and go shopping overseas for some new clothes, so I and the plane will not be here when you return." He did not say anything, but the disappointment on his face must have been quite evident. "Don't pout, my little wild animal" she tweaked his nose. " After all you have some hunting to do this afternoon and If your hunt goes well perhaps you can come hunt for me." she said with a wicked smile. Then holding up her panties to his nose she said with a sweet grin " perhaps these will give you the scent you need to track me down..Happy hunting pet." and with that she walked to the front of the plane to make flight arrangements with the pilot.

Standing on the gangway of the plane his focus clear, his hunger voracious, his desire driving him like a pack of starving wolves. breathing in the frosty fall breeze he could sense the blood of his prey on the air. The time of the hunt was here. The intricate dance of death and life. I am her fucking animal....