Black Ink by N.M. Catalano

fucked.”
    Yes, it does.  Fuck it, Black, fuck it hard, fuck it deep.  Fuck me, make me scream.
    It’s Alexander Black I’m envisioning, his power, his intensity, his body controlling me.
    My fingers grab handfuls of the bedding, I dig my elbows into the mattress, bracing myself as I slam my ass into the faceless man setting me on fire, matching his demand.
    “Say it pet,” he commands roughly.
    Why?  Why do you have to break me down completely?
    “Say,” smack!  His hips pound into me. “It.”   Smack.
    “Fuck me,” I growl, the last thread of my control snapping.
    Our hips pound ferociously against each other.  The sounds of our flesh slapping, the feel of his balls hitting me, the smell of our sex filling the air, our grunts and moans piercing the silence, everything is fueling the hurricane about to hit.  I feel his thickness swell inside me.
    “Yes, yes, yes.”  I still and arch my back, taking everything he’s giving me, letting it push me over.
    He leans over my back and places one hand on the bed, bracing himself, as he slides the other down to where our bodies meet.
    “Feel that pet?”  He scissors his fingers around his cock slipping in and out of me, the heel of his palm on my clit. 
    “Yes,” I rasp out.
    He slips his fingers back to my clit and rubs.
    “Come, kitten, milk my cock with your pussy.  I want to feel you sucking me dry,” his whisper is a rough command.
    I shatter.  Explode.  Crumble to a million pieces.  And sob with the intensity of it, the tears pouring from my eyes.
    He pounds his release into me, not letting up on his carnal assault of my clit, the orgasmic oblivion going on and on. 
    He bites down on my back holding back his roar of pleasure, the sensation sending another rush through me.  As the last spasms of his orgasm rocks him, he licks the love mark on me, and kisses my back tenderly.  My arms and legs quiver, I am so spent, every drop of earth shattering pleasure wrung from me.  Bringing us down to the bed, he strokes my skin as the last waves of desire pulse through us. 
     
    Alexander
    “Tell me how long it’s been Gemma,” I whisper in her ear.
    I feel her stiffen in my arms.
    “Please stop.”  Her anguish is clear. 
    I grasp her chin firmly and kiss her cheek.  “Tell me.”
    “Five years,” she chokes out.
    That worthless scumbag!
    I give her a moment.  She’s on the verge of sobbing, humiliated and defeated.  Of all the things I want to do to her, that is no longer tops on my list.  My thumb strokes along the line of her jaw, caressing her and holding her tightly until I feel her relax.
    “Gemma,” my tone is gentle, as gentle as I can be.  “You were too much woman for him.  He knew he couldn’t handle you, so he tried to destroy you.  He didn’t succeed.”
    “How do you know so much about me?” her voice is tight.
    “Ah, pet, I’ve been waiting for you.  So have you.”
    I feel her body tremble before I hear her holding back the sobs.  I don’t tell her not to cry, that everything will be okay.  Instead, this time I make love to her crying in my arms.  The rush of emotions pouring from her is intense and overwhelming.  Everything she’s kept locked up tight is coming out in torrents as some of her demons are finally released.  I need to make love to her so I roll another condom over my erection.
    I take her gently, adoring her body, showing her how much she’s also wanted tenderly and with devotion.  I’m embracing the pain inside her, caressing it, letting her know that too is beautiful.
    She falls asleep content, but broken.  And she is beautiful.
     
    Gemma
    When I’d awoken from the deepest sleep I’ve had in months, I felt I didn’t wake up alone.  There wasn’t a body there but The Faceless Man’s presence was all over me.  First I felt the ghosts of his touch, his teeth, lips, and tongue.  I could smell the heat of our passion hanging heavy in the air.  Then my loins clenched searching