The Storm



This story comes to the Hyperion Institute from ANONYMOUS. I am proud to run it and also make the story Column #400, which I have held back for such a special occasion as this:









The Storm
by Anonymous




"She meant nothing to me. It’s you I love," he pleaded with me.

"She had to have meant something to you for you to risk so much." I spat back at him, blinking back tears. I hated feeling weak and refused to show him I was hurting. "How can I trust you ever again?"

"How many times should I say I'm sorry?” He reached for my hand. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry," His hand felt like ice and I yanked it away from him.

"I need to get out of here." I said. I couldn't breathe and I was having a hard time fighting the urge to escape, to bolt in any direction.

"There's a storm coming. Where are you going?" he asked, clearly exasperated.

"I'm going for a walk." I slammed the door behind me.

I had been walking for a long time and eventually ended up in the park. The sun was setting I could see storm clouds forming above me. The air had chilled and I was shivering but I didn't want to go home. My head ached with the thoughts I couldn't shake. The events of the past two weeks kept playing over and over in my head. I was filled with questions and doubts.


Where did I go wrong? How could I not guess what was happening? Was I not enough for him?

He had tried to make things right but I couldn't escape my thoughts.

The crack of thunder startled me as lightening flashed and the rain started to fall. The storm was getting closer but I didn't want to go home and face him. I was still too angry. I just wanted to escape; an urge greater than any need to find shelter from the storm. I could still make out the trail so I just kept moving, lost in my thoughts.


The thunder roared, much closer now. It wasn't enough to silence her voice in my head. I could hear her moans and sighs. I could hear the desire in his voice. The lightening only illuminated the images of the two of them. His hand on her breast as he kisses her neck. Her nails digging into his back as he takes her.

Flash! Crack!

The intensity surprised me and I tripped, catching myself against a tree. I wrapped my arms around the tree, holding it, hoping for some comfort. The rain was falling harder, soaking me. I noticed the rip in my shirt and my tears quickly became sobs. Angry sobs. I still loved him. I still wanted him. I just wanted him to feel as badly as I did.

I heard a noise behind me and I spun around. Nothing.

"Hello?" I said, trying to compose myself. Nothing. My imagination was getting away from me. Stop this. Keep moving. I steadied myself and continued walking.


I heard a snap behind me and this time I didn't stop to look back, I ran. My heart was racing as I heard the footsteps getting closer. I felt hands grab me from behind and I tried to get way but I couldn't escape. I turned to face my attacker.

There he stood, just as soaked as I was. He must have been following me the whole time. Staring at one another, we tried to catch our breaths.

“Why are you following me? I told you to leave me alone." I yelled at him, making sure he heard me over the roar of the thunder.

"I wanted to make sure you were safe. I saw you trip and I thought you had hurt yourself...” he said, as he touched the rip in my shirt.

Can't you see he's trying to make it up to you?

"Go home. I don't need you." I said, careful not to show I was softening. I turned my back to him and continued walking.

"Damn it. It's getting dangerous. COME BACK HERE." he yelled.

After a few steps I started running and I heard him chase after me. It didn't take him long to catch me. He grabbed me by the shoulders, turned me around and pinned me against a tree.

He looked at me intently. My breathing was rapid and it felt like my heart would burst from my chest. He began eyeing me up and down. I remembered how soaked I was and suddenly felt very exposed. I've seen that look in his eyes before. If the look didn't give him away, the bulge in his jeans did. I felt a sudden surge within my own body. Damn him. I felt the same desire I saw in his eyes and I could feel a new wetness; one I couldn't blame on the rain. I tried to hide my feelings.

With his hands on my shoulders, I couldn't move. His eyes moved over my body, taking me in. My hair was wet and curled. My jeans were tight and soaked. My shirt ripped and clinging to me. He could make out the lace of my bra. His eyes were resolved now, piercing and darker. I began to shiver. Blame it on the cold, I told myself.



***

He lowers his face towards mine and tries to kiss me. I turn my head away. Undeterred, he kisses my cheek. It is a gentle kiss but it stings me all the same. Again, he tries to kiss my lips but I turn my head the other way.

Pushing his face into my ear, he tells me, "I know want me. I can see it in your eyes. You can't hide from me. " He presses himself against me and buries his head in my neck. "Hmmmmm...I need you." A whimper escapes from me and I bite my lower lip to keep other sounds from escaping. Our eyes meet again and the fire between us connects.

His hand runs up my side and rests on my breast. He traces the outline of my nipple, dark and mysterious through the fabric plastered against my skin and squeezes it, hard. I cry out in pain but he doesn't stop. He knows that I find a release in pain. Pleasure and pain, he knows what I want. He presses his thigh against my leg; I can feel the erection through both pairs of jeans. I moan softly. He laughs, a low throaty laugh. He knows he has me.

He raises my hands above my head and pins them against the tree. He kisses me hard, splitting my lips with his tongue. There is no finesse, just an onslaught and his kiss is fire, deep and penetrating. I'm not resisting anymore.

He quickly removes my sodden shirt. His hands waste little time freeing my breasts from my bra. He withdraws his mouth from my lips and moves it to my breast. I arch my back, urging him to suck harder and deeper. The sensation burns a trail down my stomach directly to the spot between my thighs as I give into to him. He releases the grip on my arms and continues to suck on one breast while massaging the other. He moves from one breast to another, hungry. Though no longer pinned, I don’t move my arms from above my head. I don’t want him to stop.

I am lost in a mix of anger, desire and lust.

I am lost in the feeling of his weight pressed against me.

The sting of the bark scraping my skin.

The ache from his lips on my breasts.

The sound of the thunder above us.

The feel of the rain pouring over us.


He puts his hands on my ass and pushes me towards him so that his cock rests against my pussy. Even in the cold storm I feel the heat coming off him. He grinds himself into me and I raise my hips to meet his. He undoes the button on my jeans and unzips me. Roughly the jeans are pushed down my hips where they collect around my ankles. His hand gently traces the outline of my pussy lips through my soaked panties.


I can't blame the rain for my wet panties.

He kisses me, tugging at my lower lip with his teeth as he puts his hand inside my panties. He runs his fingers along the fold of my pussy. He bites down on my neck, leaving his mark on my skin as his finger works circles around my clit. Another moan escapes my lips.


He inserts a finger into my wet pussy, reaching as far as he can go. I gasp and lean back into the tree. My knees bend and he inserts a second finger inside me. His fingers move in and out of me working the inside of my pussy wall. I'm dripping all over his hand and it's all I can do to stand.

He emits a slow grunt and he continues to fuck me with his fingers as I press down on his hand. My eyes are closed and I'm giving into the sensation.

God, I needed this. I've missed him.

What are you doing, you stupid bitch? You can't give in.

I shake myself from the spell and pull away. I slap his face. The sound is almost as loud as the thunder above us. His eyes turn dark and a snarl comes from his lips. Without warning, he turns me around and pushes me against the tree. The sharp bark presses into my chest, scraping the already too sensitive nipples almost to the breaking point. With one hand he re-pins my arms above my head. His fingers snake over the top of my panties and yanks them down, leaving them to rest on top of my jeans. He runs his hands down my back slowly and then slaps my ass. Hard. I cry out.

I hear him unzip his pants. Even through the cold pouring rain, I feel the heat of him against my back. I shiver. He runs his cock along the crack of my ass, slowly. The motion is repeated again and again, driving me wild. During the fifth pass he rubs his cock against my pussy, just outside of where I want him to go.

"Your body betrays you." He hisses into my ear. "Hmmmmm."

I can't hide my pleasure, my want. I let out another moan as he rubs the tip of his cock against my clit. I push my ass towards him. He pulls back and rests his cock at the opening of my dripping pussy.

He leans into me. "What do you want me to do, baby?" he growls.

I feel the anger swell up again. He is going to make me beg for it. Fuck him. Fuck what he's doing to me.

"Fuck me." I whisper, barely audible over the storm.

"Louder." He growls.

“Fuck Me!"

"Louder!"

"FUCK ME!!" I scream, as the lightning cracks right over head. The electricity runs through both of us.

He doesn't wait any longer and pushes his entire cock inside my waiting pussy. A long, shuddering moan escapes his lips as I push back into him. I want it all. It is mine and I'm going to take it. He thrust into me slowly.

"Harder,” I call to him. "Fuck me harder."

His cock fills me. Assaulting and violating. He leans into me and grabs my hair. His grip is tight and stings. I turn my face to the side so I can see him. The intensity of my stare feels as electric as the lightning that lights up the sky and I see him shudder.

"Yes!" I cry out. "Give me what's mine."

I squeeze my legs together as he slams himself into me. The tightness causes him to moan loudly and thrust harder.

"Bite me." I command.

He leans in and bites into my shoulder. It hurts but I want it to hurt. I need it to hurt. I need this release. I need to release this anger. I need the rain to wash it away.

The look in his eyes softens and he releases his grip on my hair. He puts his hands on my hips and thrusts faster into me. His cock is thick and I lean back pushing into him as far as I can go.

The rain is washing away all thoughts of her. I can't see her face anymore. My moans are drowning out the sound of her voice. I can't hear her anymore. I can also see it in his eyes, she's disappearing.


Yes. Fuck me until she disappears.

I reach down to my pussy and rub my clit. God, yes! My fingers are covered in my wetness and bring them up to his lips. He hungrily sucks on them as he fucks me a little faster. Her face, her voice, her taste are all but gone, reclaimed by my own.

Fuck me; fuck me until she's gone.

I can feel my orgasm building inside me. His trusts are accompanied by deep moans and I know he's almost there. I squeeze his cock inside me.

You're gone, bitch. He's mine.

He digs his fingers into my hips and I feel him tensing inside me. I can't hold on any longer and I cry out as my pussy contracts and spasms around his cock. It's too much for him and he lets out a shuddered cry as he explodes inside me. He continues to thrust into me slowly washing my pussy in his seed.

Yes, he's mine.

He turns me around and wraps his arms around me. He rocks me gently as I fight back tears. "Shhh.", he says as he kisses my forehead. "I love you. There was only ever you. I'm sorry."

I believe you.

I release myself from his arms and look up into his eyes. I slap his face, again.

"Don't you ever forget who you belong to." I say, blinking back tears. He's stunned but doesn't move.

We get dressed in silence. The rain has slowed down and the thunder is now a distant rumble. I turn to walk home ahead of him. He doesn't move, unsure of what to do. I reach out my hand to him. He takes it.
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