Finally His, Part 1: Claimed—- A #BDSM #primal #Erotica

Auntie Naomi's Disclaimer and content warning: This story gets into some pretty heavy shit, kinkwise. Please don't try some of this stuff, or any kink, without full enthusiastic consent of all parties and educating yourself on how to do it safely.

“We are the lovers, circling each other, we are the moth and we are the flame. Roar, lion, tear me open! Lover and beloved are one and the same…” ~Suzanne Sterling

I’d never met anyone like him, but that’s of course a lie. I had definitely met others like him and they became my safe place for some reason. My type. Beyond a type. More of an embodiment of safety for me, since even childhood, before it was romantic or sexual, even, I found solace with men like him. These men were hairy, half-wild, irreverent, darkly funny, rough around the edges, and carrying immense amounts of pain in their souls that I believe I could on some level make go away if I just loved them hard enough. Like sees like. I carry a lot of pain and trauma and there wasn’t really anyone to deliver me from that pain when it happened so I always conjured someone in my head or attached myself to someone who felt safe, stronger than me. It often ended badly, which is why becoming involved with him felt like playing with a loaded gun, but I could not help myself. His eyes met mine on the computer screen and I knew I’d never be the same. I didn’t even know really who he was or where he was from I just knew he fascinated and scared me, in a good way. He was a goddamn triple Leo and sure had that attitude sometimes and an overall leonine bearing. He was Jayne from Firefly on the outside, and Mal Reynolds on the inside. When we did start to talk we turned each other on immensely, for one. But more importantly, he got inside my head and just called out the dark, angry, suffering part of me that just wanted everything to end. She listened to him and she craved him-- his fierce protection, his affectionate cruelty, and everything in between. Our demons locked eyes that day and they basically wanted to fight each other to death. A sexy, violent, orgasmic death. Over and over again, reenacting the cycle of hunter and prey with thousands of permutations. Trouble was he was 800 miles away.

When we finally met in person, it was a goddamn disaster, and the worst part is that it wasn’t either of our faults. Life circumstances just made it a really bad choice for that place and time and we were in the same room physically for several days yet a million miles apart mentally. The torturous thing was that we both felt the chemistry between us palpably in the air, but pressing obligations and issues forced us not to act on it. Both of us knew that if we gave in to lust at that time the whole thing would just end quickly and badly, so we mostly avoided touching, didn’t even get a first kiss, and we even avoided eye contact and it was painful for both of us, like if we accidentally looked at each other too long we’d turn to dust or some fucking thing. It was worse than a couple of horny Evangelical teenagers trying desperately not to touch each other while they were left alone, brains marinated in raging hormones. I stopped calling him Sir because it was too painful. It was three days of this until we couldn’t take anymore. We managed to leave it in a decent place, but because of our lives, it was a long time until we were able to be in the same place again.

And here we were again. This time I’m going to him. And this time, I will be his.

We got a hotel to have privacy to just bubble up with each other, but he did plan on introducing me to his family on this trip. He had already met my wife, so it was only fair. We curiously spent our entire first night together naked but not fucking. My body and his felt so perfect together as we laid there in the soft plush hotel bed, twined up and pressed close, alternately talkative and dozing together. Laughing a lot and crying together sometimes when the painful stuff came up and we just needed to get through it. We got pretty high on some choice edibles and just stared into each other’s eyes and drank in how it felt to finally be in the same space with no restrictions on contact. We didn’t even kiss right away, but when the moment presented itself, it was the most epic kiss---hungry and lustful for sure, but we weren’t ready to unleash our beasts quite yet. I didn’t even do my signature move of biting his lower lip. I just kissed him and received his kisses and we were completely in the moment, right there. We fell asleep snuggled up and in the morning, we woke slowly and we did have sex. Really warm, passionate, affectionate sex, just as two humans in love and lust and it was marvelous, but we both knew he hadn’t claimed me yet. Not in the way that we’d talked about. He’d talked directly to a part of my soul that I thought was hidden from everyone when he’d called me out about wanting to hurt and kill myself during a bad mental episode, three years ago now. He knew that I needed to have a brutal cathartic experience, given by someone who was comfortable going to the fucked up places my head goes sometimes, but he was going to take his time, build trust, and not rush things. We did hurt each other in some ways when we had met before, and we did a lot of processing of that together. We fell back to sleep after sex, went swimming at the beach when we woke up on a picture perfect beach day. I was in my favorite place in the world, in the ocean, and I was with him, and it was amazing. We had a beautiful fresh fish taco and margarita lunch and laid back in languor on the bed afterward and I cuddled closer. His skin had that sun-warmed smell mixed with his natural scent and I tugged his chest hair a little aggressively as we were nestling in for our afternoon nap, feeling my desire for him rising in my pussy.

“Don’t go you starting stuff now…” he said, taking my hand and squeezing it.

“I’ve got plans for you later………” he continued, with a little growl at the end, pulling me closer for a forehead kiss as we drifted off.

In the winter where he lives, endangered sea turtles lay their eggs in the sand at night, so beach towns often don’t light their beaches during this time. This leaves plenty of opportunity for untoward activities as long as you’re not being loud and/or overly intoxicated and/or harassing the wildlife. After midnight, he led me on a walk away from the nesting areas and by the time we reached wherever he wanted to be, there was pretty much no one around and it was pitch dark with only the roar of the ocean. We could have been on a desert island for all I knew. He had brought a blanket in his backpack and laid it out in the sand when we got to a good spot that was off the beaten path.

He caught me off guard and put me in a head lock and we both knew that it was time let our beasts out to play. He removed the sundress I was wearing and tossed it aside on the blanket. I already was not allowed to wear underwear around him when we went out and unless it was too cold, I was not to wear clothes when we were alone together. I liked being naked anyway and preferred to snuggle in layers of blankets, but the fact that I was always to be so visible to him physically as well as mentally was delicious.. He flipped me around and slapped me hard across the face and straight arm choked me, burning me with his eyes even in the pitch dark, it’s almost like they lit up with the fires of hell. He began to speak in that tone where I hung on every word. He knew better than to yell. He knew that I needed him to be in charge and control me in that moment, but also carefully controlled himself.

“You are a very good girl. You’re also a little insolent bratty bitch and you have quite the rap sheet of offenses racked up. But that's just the fucking game isn’t it. You want me to punish you and hurt you because you fucking love it. You are going to regularly give me your body to do as I please to choke and kick and piss on and fuck, because I need it and you need it. It gets your cunt wet, it makes you cum, it feeds your sick little masochistic demon side some really fucking high quality delicious food so it stays sated and quiet till the next time you need it. And I will know that you need it. All I’ve got to look for is you pouting and stomping and sassing me and just baiting my fucking beast that gets a big fat hard-on from the thought of biting your slutty little throat. And that is just the start of what I’m going to do to punish the insolence, the utter rudeness and disrespect that you have shown by daring to question your own value, your own life, to me, who plans to devote my life and my energy to love and protect you. You are MINE and I am not going to surrender you to Death without a hell of a fucking fight. DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND. ME, GIRL?”

He sank his teeth into my throat with a big growl and grabbed my tits roughly, pulling and twisting my nipples painfully. He slapped me again and roughly pulled my hair and guided me to my knees safely and pulled his cock out, standing rock hard and shoved it straight down my throat, skull fucking me so hard and I loved it. I loved that I was his hole to jerk off with in that moment.
“Oh fuck yeah. Good girl. Give me your throat. Give me that fucking throat. Good whore…. Fuuuuckkkk…..”
He jerked his dick out of my mouth and smacked my face with it.
“You need to fucking answer me, girl……” he hissed.
“Yes, Sir!!” I choked out, my face already a teary, snotty, spit covered mess and calling him Sir just felt amazing and overwhelming.
He grabbed my hair again and led me down to the tidal zone where the waves came up in sets of lighter and more intense waves.

“Bend the fuck over.”
I submitted to him in a trance and a huge wave smacked me in the face. He held my face down in the sand and wouldn’t let up as he knelt behind me and fucked me hard and mean and I loved the way it felt. He called me every nasty degrading name in the book and my cunt just got wetter as the water engulfed me and sometimes both of us. I gripped him tighter and tighter as I blinked in and out of consciousness, tasting the salt water and feeling the sand, hearing his grunts and heavy breath and concentrating on his voice. I felt like I was going to drown in the waves, but also drown in him and his power in that moment.

“That’s it, you take that cock really good and I’ll let you breathe again, fucking jerk sleeve cum dump whore…. Fuck, I love your pussy when you’re scared… I should just fuck you till you pass out, shouldn’t I?”

After several more thrusts, he jerked my head up out of the sand to let me breathe, only to roll me over on my back and climb on top of me, holding my wrists down and spitting on my face. I spat back at him and told him to go fuck himself. Not that I was upset. I just wanted to get a rise out of him. He climbed off me and bit me hard on the sternum, eagle claw gripping my tits like he was trying to rip them off.
Feet tossed up on his shoulders, he slid deep into my aching cunt and he choked me even harder than before and then covered my nose and mouth with one big hand.I felt myself piss out of fear and submission and that just spurred him on to choke me out harder and look straight into my eyes as he was doing it, his cock pistoning in and out.

“Go ahead, try to escape, little bitch.. you can’t stop me.. I’m going to fill you up……..”

I fought him hard, digging my nails in and making welts down his back, ripping and tearing at his chest hair, all of this just made him harder and more aroused.

“Oh, so you don’t want me to fill you? That’s fine, I’ll pull out and blow all over your whore face…. “ he said, cruelly pulling out right as I was about to cum.

I could plead and cry here, but no, I was going to have this cock and his load inside me. I wrestled my legs free and locked them tightly around him, forcing him back inside me and letting go of a massive screaming crying orgasm which cascaded into him emptying himself deep inside me and letting out a huge lion roar. I didn’t unlock my legs until I had milked every drop from him and we just collapsed together till he softened and slid out of me and then he just held onto me tightly as I sobbed and shook with release.

He helped me put my dress back on and redressed himself, wrapping a big blanket around the two of us as he took out a plastic tube from his backpack and popped the end out, revealing a fat, fragrant joint which he deftly lit and took a deep toke after declaring “Cheers, baby, you’re finally mine!” He shotgunned the smoke into my mouth and kissed me deeply. I cried a little more, still releasing and integrating everything that had just happened and he just held space for all to happen for a bit. We talked for a little, and sometimes we just listened to the ocean.

We were cold and sandy when we returned to the room and he ushered me into the shower as we washed each other off and I both cringed and smiled when I saw the red scratches down his back and I was very gentle when I cleaned them and he was just as gentle when he was washing and drying his various marks on my body. When we walked out of the bathroom all dried off, he rummaged in his bag for a minute and pulled out an adorable soft plush lion, complete with mane. Yes, the Leo thing.

“Here you go, baby girl…… someone to keep you safe when I can’t be there.”

Baby Girl. I almost cried when I heard him say that for what I think was the first time, and I held the sweet-faced lion tight to my chest, kissing him on the nose. He did aftercare totally right. We snuggled up in bed again and I just relished the sore feelings in my body and his warmth and the sound of his slow, sleepy breathing.. Nothing and no one could hurt me while he held me. No power in the universe, it seemed. I was now his most precious possession.

There is more to our story… stay tuned to Fleshbot for Part Two!