Happy 4th of July everyone!!  This is my first attempt at writing an erotic story - hope you enjoy! 

She needs to be beaten, to feel humiliated and degraded.  She’s already sunk so low, but it isn’t enough to quench the ache.  There has to be more that he could draw out of her.  Hold her down.  Slap her.  Rape her.  Shock her.  Yell obscene words in her face.  Make her look him in the eyes, make her repeat the filthy words back to him.  Fuck her mercilessly.  Make her cry!  Make her cry!  She really needs the emotional release that tears would bring.  She also needs to be made love to, she needs to be held and gently stroked as she whimpers quietly.  She needs him to leave his mark.  She needs the pain.  She needs to be bruised.  Broken.  Break her mind.  Break her spirit.  Break her heart.  Then he can rebuild them.

She’s kneeling before him looking him in the eyes.  She’s scared, but curious.  His eyes look cold and menacing.  He slaps her and she winces from the sudden pain.  Then he’s on her, his hands clasped tightly around her throat and she can’t breath.  He lets go and starts molesting her body while she’s gasping in air.  She wants to run and hide.  She can’t face her own truth.  She can’t accept her desire to be dominated by him, to be beaten into submission until she’s nothing more than a pile of sniveling snot on the floor.  The feeling, this need inside her is not new, but it is scary.  He’s penetrating her again, claiming what is his.  She gives in to the need.  Gives herself over to him and drowns in her desire.  He makes her say it.  To admit it out loud and she does without hesitation.  She screams that she craves the abuse, that she wants nothing more than to be his puppet and his whore.  He smiles at her.  She lowers her head and softly smiles too.  He’s the one.  He’s her center.  He’s the one who will break her down and then heal her.  Salvation.