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“I just think it would be better if I tried it for a year or two. I could cut it short and go blonde. Maybe get contact lenses?” she said, trying to get him to think about this from a logical standpoint. She knew he loved her hair, but if she was going to be recognized then it made sense to change something. She thought about Eden’s pink locks and added, “I could go pink even,” and smiled.

He looked at her, smirked and said, “You would not look good in pink, little dove.” He reached for her and pulled her towards him. They were seated on a chaise in the library; she had needed a place to calm down after the unsettling incident in McDonalds.

“How do you know?” she asked
, “Pink might be my colour.” She wiggled up to snuggle into the crook of his arm. She loved him more for standing up against the stranger earlier.

“I think red is your colour,” he said and ran his hand along her back. She shivered at his touch, still in awe of the effect he had on her.
“I’ve told you before, you look beautiful in it.”

“Red?” she asked. “I never wear red.”
She had a couple of red dresses brought from Vancouver, but was still generally found in all black. Some leftover from her emo phase in high school she thought.

“I was talking about your ass,” he replied and chuckled, a low mirthful noise that rumbled in his massive chest. “The stripes I lay on it with the crop. Or the marks I leave with my bare hands.”

“Oh,” she said and squirmed against him, thinking of the crazy sensation of being held down and punished. How pain, being her constant companion, had finally become her closest ally under his care. When she had been alone, pain had been a release from her misery, and escape from the anguish she carried with her at all times. With Dimitri it had become a way to lose control, let go of the pain and let it guide her higher and higher. It enhanced her pleasure in ways she never thought possible, so much so that she almost couldn’t remember what it felt like to loathe the pain she inflicted on her own body. She had hated her own ecstatic release, but was addicted to the release Dimitri offered through his strong body and intense fucking.

His hand
trailed down to cup her ass; she tilted her pelvis and gave him a handful of her tender flesh. She pressed against him and felt him bring up the hem of her dress. She closed her eyes and rested on his chest as he said, “Fuck yes. This ass, your body, it’s mine. I will not have you cutting your hair or changing the colour, did you already forget your place with me?”

She breathed in deeply a
nd felt his fingers probe her slit. She adjusted herself to open up further and he pulled her against him even tighter. “I haven’t forgotten,” she whispered, “I’m only trying to make life easier for us.”

“There’s nothing easy about this life,” he said, his voice deep and
his breath coming faster now, “this life is shit, remember that. There’s no point in making it easier for us, or we will drop our guards and end up dead. The only time I want it easy is when I’m fucking you. Other than that; the harder the better. It keeps us strong and ready….” His voice trailed off and he slid a finger into her tight pucker, he continued, “For anything.”

Columbia gasped as he shoved his thick finger in even farther. She’d never given him her ass, she felt a little indignant at the thought of enjoying anal sex. It made no sense, and logical Columbia knew it was ridiculous, but losing her anal virginity made her feel very dirty.

But she liked it; she liked the thought of Dimitri controlling every part of her body. The thought of him finding every dark crevasse, each nook and cranny, and filling it with his presence. “Please be gentle,” she said and forced herself to relax against his probing digit.

“You know I can’t be,” he said and pulled his finger out. He pushed her onto her stomach across the chaise and rubbed her back. “I will be how I always am,” he continued and hiked her skirt up over her hips. He tore her delicate panties from her body and squeezed her ass cheek hard. “I am always as soft as possible,” he added, “but you don’t like it gentle. You know that as much as I do.”

She whimpered as he bent over her and bit the back of her neck. She arched her back and rose up to meet him; it was an instinctual response to the sensations she was going through. The excitement and nervousness of losing her ass to him, the anticipation of the pain and pleasure…and the absolute freedom of being his pet, his little dove, his to command.

His bite was harder than usual, he reached around and clamped a hand over her mouth and she felt tears running down her face. The shock of light
ning-sharp pain shooting along her back was enough to make her cry. He must have felt her shudder, must have felt the tears on his hand and must have heard her muffled sob, but he bit harder.

She started to feel an orgasm build, from the darkness at the base of her spine, travel up and meet the pain. The two sensations clashed somewhere outside of her body, she was sure of it, and she cried out. He paused, as if to assess the situation, and she whispered, “Don’t stop,” against his hand. He didn’t. He bit again, rolled the skin in his teeth, pre
ssed his cock against her back and pinned her in place with his hand on her mouth.

She wanted to thrash her head back and forth, she felt as though she must be giving birth to a demon, the combination of events on her body was so intense. The tears poured freely and she sobbed her release, her orgasm. It wasn’t crashing or violent this time though, it was an almost otherworldly feeling, as though she was being watched by ancient eyes. She was connecting with some primal energy that drove her on, rolling along a series of waves that seemed endless, never reaching shore.

He released his teeth and drew his tongue along the back of her neck, tracing the ridges of his teeth marks. “There you are, that’s my girl,” Dimitri said in her ear. “You can take it hard, little dove, you need it hard. You know this, life is hard and so are we. Our love is hard, but in the way that makes you realize we will live every single fucking day together and fight for every moment. We will never grow old and fat and complacent. I will wake up every morning and fight to have you, to fuck you and to keep you. That might be hard, but it’s the only way we know how.”

She nodded her head and he removed his hand. She gasped for breath and as the waves finally reached shore, she cried out, “I love you Dimi, I will fight for you until my dying moment.”

“Never talk of death,” he replied and jerked her back. “Never talk of your death, lest we tempt fate and bring it to us. The only death we will discuss is
la petit mort
, and how I will take you there again.”

“Yes,” she said, “I’m sorry. No death, but fuck…how do you do that to my body?” The tears were drying on her cheeks, but the
shuddering aftershocks of her orgasm were still fluttering in her cunt.

“I do it to you as you do it to me,” he said and ran the tip of his finger along the throbbing skin of her neck.
“I do it to you because I know what you want, how you want to feel. We share the same heart, little dove, we are joined in so many ways we feel each other’s beating heart racing half a second behind our own.”

“I can still feel you inside of me,” she replied and moved her head to bite the hand that was near her face. Not hard, just a nip to alleviate some of the growing desire building in her body. His words lit her on fire with their passion and their truth.

“I am in you and on you and with you,” he said and traced the scars along her shoulder. “I can follow the map to your heart, trace the roads of your past that all lead to one place, the centre of your body. The place where you reside; trapped in all your sinew and flesh. I can find you there and release you, take you with me to soar away from our bodies.” He leaned and licked her spine as far as he could until her crumpled dress blocked the way. “I know you because I own you,” he added and bit her again.

“I am yours,” she said and gasped as the pain radiated out once again. He pushed her down against the
chaise; the velvet cradled her body and enveloped her as his weight bore down on her.

He let go, moved back and pulled her a
rms behind her, twisting them into his grip. “You are mine,” he said, his voice deep and warning again, “don’t you ever fucking forget it.”

“I won’t,” she replied and felt tears stinging her eyes again. “I will never forget that I belong to you.” This declaration was a juxtaposition of emotion. She loved being claimed by him, but had an almost paralyzing fear that he would grow tired of her and discard her like the whores he’d used in the past. She knew she was different, but on some gut level she didn’t know why she deserved to be so special to him.

“I will never let you go,” he said, his voice almost a growl, a sinister sound that sent a shock of excitement up her body. He used his knee to push her legs apart and pulled her hips up with his spare hand. He rubbed his hand along her ass, finding her cleft parted and ready for him. She heard him spit on his hand and felt him rub it into her puckered entrance; her last virginal hole was finally going to belong to him.

“I will never leave you,” she told him, her anticipation almost choking the words in her throat. She f
elt the head of his cock prodding there, threatening to tear her apart. She took a deep breath and forced herself to relax, to take it. She wanted this.

“I will take what is mine,” he grunted as he shoved himself inside. She cried out, the pain was intense and unexpected. He slid in what felt like his full length, but Columbia couldn’t tell. She felt like she was being eviscerated and her tears flowed faster. She suppressed a sob and concentrated on opening herself up to him.

“I’ve never done this,” she said and exhaled, allowing her body to take on almost a disjointed quality, loosened herself and allowed him deep inside.

“I know,” he said, “which is why I’m fighting the urge to tear into you and fuck you until you’re b
leeding and crying under my need.”

“You’re such a romantic,” she said and laughed.

He pulled her arms tighter and pulled his cock almost all the way out of her ass. “You make me romantic,” he said, “you don’t know how soft I’ve gotten since giving you my heart and taking yours.”

“It doesn’t feel soft,” she said and snickered. The laughter was proving effective in keeping her mind off the intense
pain shooting through her lower half at the moment.

“This isn’t soft,” he replied and
pushed his hips forward for emphasis. She groaned as he slid himself back inside of her, all the laughter gone as the pain increased. Something happened though, as she gritted her teeth through the discomfort, she started to feel the smallest flutter, an erotic sensation. It began to build as he withdrew and plunged back inside, she felt animalistic and completely out of control. He leaned over her with one leg up on the chaise to give him more leverage.

Columbia grunted, a noise she couldn’t control. It was deep and guttural and coming from some place inside that she had never known.
She wasn’t able to communicate to him how this was making her feel, the base desires rising inside her, from the pit of her stomach, it was almost surreal that she could find yet another place to lose control at the hands of Dimitri.

“Fuck,” she finally managed as he increased his pace. He encircled her wrists with one large hand and leaned down to put his other hand around her neck. He held her on the back, the place he had bitten, and kept her motionless as he pounded into her.

“Yes, fuck,” he said and emitted a low sound, almost a snarl, “fuck. I love you,” he continued, “I fucking love you, I love fucking you.” He paused, his full length inside her, she could feel him pulsing and hot against her insides. It was the small thing that she needed to plunge over the edge into feral madness.

She started to grind her ass against him; daring him to fuck her harder, she needed more. She started to sob, small noises against the velvet of the chaise. Low moans that she’d never heard herself make. She matched the rhythm of his cock thrusting into her,
a part of her logical side fascinated by her reduction to the most basic of elements with the simple act of a cock up her ass.

Within a few short minutes at the end of Dimitri’s hard pounding, she wanted to flip her hair, shake her head and stride naked and well fucked across the land.

She felt as though she could harness the power building inside of her and fucking eat worlds. Devour them.

She felt as though she could breathe fire and
smoke.

She was elemental and fleeting and powerful and connected to everything the world was made of. Every bit of dust and sweat and air, it flowed through her.

With a final grunt shared by both of them, she felt him tense above her, ready to spill his seed in her ass. The thought of it made her feel dirty, bruised and used, and she loved it.

She tensed up with him, tightened her thigh muscles and gripped him hard with all her might. Her pussy was shivering with her orgasm and she could feel her own juice spilling from her, squeezing out as she heaved herself to the end.

He pressed down on her harder, leaving her breathless and unable to move. Tears were still leaking from her eyes, but these were the tears of ecstasy, not pain. He leaned over her and gave one last thrust upward, buried his cock in her ass to the base, and grunted. He was close to her ear and he said, “Now I do own every part of you.” He bent down and let his cock twitch its emission as both their bodies relaxed at last.