Control

I cowered under my blanket, pulling it tightly around me as thunder boomed and shook the whole house. The lightning flashing in the window caused me to whimper and hide my face in my lap. I always hated thunderstorms like these, ever since I was little and the winds of a storm knocked a tree branch into my window and hit me in the head. It gave me a pretty decent concussion to boot.

Gentle footsteps thudded in front of me. I glanced through the fabric and noticed two feet and two bent legs on the floor. CC lifted my blanket from my head just enough to drape it over his head as well. “Hey, beautiful,” he cooed. “Whatcha doin’ under here?” His arms found their way around my waist in the blanket and he pulled me into his lap on the floor. “Don’t like storms, huh?” he questioned as my body shook from another thunderclap.

I shook my head softly, burying my face in his bare chest. I pulled back a little, noticing that he was wet and his towel was wrapped around his hips. My fingers twirled the ends of his hair and I giggled a little when it slipped from my grasp and flicked water onto my nose. CC chuckled and kissed my cheek. “There’s my Princess.”

To be honest, I felt completely childish for being so afraid of the storm when my boyfriend seemed so calm and strong. After a few minutes of comforting silence, I asked, “Baby? How do you stop being afraid of something?”

The wheels turned in his head as his lower lip puckered a bit in thought. “Well,” he began, “it depends on what the thing is.” I gazed at him inquisitively and he continued, “Say you’re scared of clowns. Just look them in the eye and say you’re not afraid, then laugh about it as a way of confirming that they don’t have control over you anymore.” The house shook again and CC’s eyes stayed locked with mine as my terror-filled gaze darted around the room. “Or...if you’re scared of storms, be the storm.”

My eyebrow raised a little. “And just how do I do that?”

“Hear that?” he asked as the thunder sounded again. “Hear how loud it is? Be as loud as the storm. Show it you’re just as powerful as it is.” I screamed at the next thunderclap but out of fear. “Haha, you can do it, Princess. I know you can.”

“I just feel so silly,” I pouted a little. “I don’t have anything to really scream about…”

CC picked me up and settled me back down onto the couch, taking my blanket off of me and tossing it aside. Since I was only in my black, lace panties and his “Fuck The Mainstream” t-shirt, it was extremely cold which caused my nipples to strain against his shirt. He slid my panties off and onto the floor, his lips immediately pressing against my inner thigh. I sighed happily, “What’s this for, baby?”

His lips edged towards my clit, flicking his tongue out and dragging it around my lips, being careful not to touch any overly sensitive areas. He gazed into my eyes, a cloud of lust growing in his gorgeously dark brown irises, and whispered, “I’m gonna give you something to scream about…”

My eyes rolled back into my head as his lips latched around my clit, sucking and nipping at my folds. I ran my hands through his hair, gripping the strands, and gasping softly. Even as the thunder roared at us through the house, I felt my tension start to slip away and onto his tongue.

After a few minutes, I pushed him back onto the floor, then stood and started off towards the bedroom, smirking at his exasperated expression. “But Princess!” he called out. Just as I opened the door, a pair of strong arms lifted me and carried me into the room, followed by a slam and the shattering of glass from a picture on the wall that fell.

CC’s gaze grew malicious as he pinned me against the wall beside the broken picture, but his grin gave away his excitement. “So mean,” he murmured.

“Moi? Mean? What did I do?” I teased, my fingertips brushing down his sides, subtly pushing the towel off of his hips and onto the floor. Even the chilled night air couldn’t phase his erection from jutting up to press against my belly button. He licked his canine teeth as he smirked from the cold breezing between his legs. “Oooh, turning into a vampire, are we?”

He grasped a piece of broken glass in his hand and made a small incision just under my collarbone. As a few drops of blood pooled on the surface, he made a similar cut under his own collarbone and tossed the shard aside. CC’s tongue dragged across the surface of the cut, causing me to wince a little from the sting but moan from his warmth. I bit down around his cut, lapping up droplets of his blood. I never thought it could taste so good, so sweet. Vampires might have the right idea, I thought.

CC picked me up, wrapping my legs around his waist just low enough for the head of his cock to press against and tease my entrance, but the sensation disappeared as he threw me back onto the bed and reached into the nightstand. I bit my lip as he pulled out a knife that had been colored to look like it was dipped in gasoline. He flipped it open, pressing the tip against the curve of my left breast, and whispered, “Hold still, Kitten…”

I winced a little as he carved into me, but my whimpers faded into moans as his tongue cleaned up any loose blood. Glancing down, I could read his markings. They read, “Mine”. He began to tease my clit with his shaft, grinding against me roughly. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him into me until he was fully inside of me. CC handed me the knife, using his hands to hold himself up on the bed. My legs tightened, restricting his movements a little to which he tried to thrust harder, but my fingers curled around his throat lightly and I whispered, “Relax or this will hurt…”

Knife in hand, I began carving “Mine” into his ribs. I laughed as he restrained himself from thrusting harder into me. I shut the knife and tossed it towards the nightstand. “Can I move?” CC asked, a little tension in his voice. To my nod, he breathed, “Thank god,” picked me up, and slammed me against the wall, thrusting even deeper into me. Our bodies intertwined, we flipped around the walls, both searching for something to hold onto. Pictures, lamps, knick-knacks, even the wardrobe all ended up knocked over or broken. Even the window received a few cracks in it. We finally ended up back on the mattress that was now slid off of the bed itself, CC thrusting almost frantically into me, our screams of ecstasy filling the room.

After a few more thrusts, our climaxes finally flooded together, crashing into each other like opposing waves, my juices squirting all over his shaft as his load filled me to the absolute brim. Panting, he laid on top of me, trying to regain his strength. He finally pulled out of me and our juices gushed out of my entrance onto the mattress. We gazed at each other in awe. Our backs were bloody; there were hickeys all over our chests, some close to bleeding; and there were bruises, mainly from the objects in the room. Oh god, the room, I thought in shock.

CC laughed, “Looks like two rock stars just trashed a hotel room!”

“Hahaha, you would know!”

He pulled me into his arms, nestling into my neck, then whispered, “Listen to that...the storm’s over…” All that remained was the rain and a few faint flashes of lightning. “Are you scared anymore, Princess?”

I hesitated a bit. “Well...not SO much anymore...but it would really help if we did this whenever there’s a storm.”

CC’s eyes grew wide. “Y/N...we can’t break the room every time there’s a storm! I don’t think I’ve got the money for that.”

Laughing, I ran my fingers through his hair. “No!! I mean…” My fingers traced the fresh wounds on his body. “Y’know...making me scream…”

His lips met my nose as he laughed, “I think we can make that happen, Princess.”

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