Narrative of Soul Against Soul

CH 12 : To Pushing

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I glared down at him. I had done it already. He was breaking. He was babbling about love and perfection. This had to stop. His bottom lip though trembled in the most enticing way. No! I was beyond unworthy. This had to stop now. I had to scare him away.

Grabbing him by the shoulders, I hoisted him off the floor and ripped off his t-shirt. Josh dropped the flower moaning. No, my head screamed. Show him you care. Show your soft side, but my body was already in motion. I slapped him, flat palmed, twice across his bare, broad chest, then backhanded him across the face. Josh crumbled to floor not expecting such a direct blow. Immediately as he touched the floor, he assumed the submissive position. I wanted to scream when I saw his cock pushing out of his pants.

“What the hell is wrong with you, you piece of shit?” I asked calmly hearing the change in my own voice.

“I love you,” Josh whimpered. I stepped forward and backhanded him again.

“Don’t you dare say bullshit like that to me ever again,” I turned my back planning to leave him there for a while.

“But…” he started raising his head in protest. I whirled around at his voice not meaning to get caught by his eyes. The dom in me was infuriated at the sight of them.

“Do you defy me, Dolly?” I inquired icily calm. I wanted to see hatred, fear, pain in his eyes—anything that could drive a wedge between us after this encounter. All I found was joy, determination and lust…a fuckload of lust. I could’ve screamed. I needed to turn him away.

Josh’s head snapped downward. “No, master, I would never,” he pleaded softly.

“Strip,” I answered coldly as I strolled into my room to grab a leather glove and a riding crop. I strode back to find Josh standing awkwardly in the middle of the room. In that moment, I almost backed out. Maybe, this would only make things worse. I shook my head. That was the point. Josh had to hate and fear me so that he could find someone better. Someone that wouldn’t enjoy beating him and dressing like the sex he doesn’t like. My anger at myself channeled through my dom.

“Grip the back of the chair, spread your legs and bend the fuck over,” I growled. Josh scrambled to chair and grabbed the corners and bend over so that his face was almost touching his hands. “Why are you here?” I asked coldly donning the glove and putting the crop in the opposite hand.

He turned to look at me, “Because I lo—”

I brought the crop down hard on the small of his back. “Don’t fucking look at me, Dolly, and don’t fucking lie.”

“I’m not. I—” Josh stood to protest, and I landed a blow flat across his shoulders causing him to fall back upon the chair.

“How long have you known me, Dolly?” I walked behind him quietly.

“I’ve been watching you since school started,” he answered plaintively. I slapped the crop across the tops of his thighs. Josh shouted and arched his butt toward the blow growling wantonly.

“Wrong, Dolly. I acknowledge you did fucking creep on me since late August, but it’s only October now. When did you actually speak to me?” I strolled around the other side of him.

“Two days ago,” he whispered miserably. I tapped the tip of the crop on the small of his back twice then brought it down across his ass twice.

“Can someone fall in love in two days, Doll?” I questioned condescendingly.

Josh moaned defeated, “No.”

I landed an upward blow on the top of his left thigh, “No, what?”

“No, master.” Josh shivered as I laid my gloved hand on his warming ass.

I rubbed soothing circles as I spoke, “So what you’re saying is that you lied, Dolly?”

“No! No, master, I would—” Josh pushed upward as if to face me. I struck in the same spot across his shoulders without taking my hand from his ass. Josh arched and screeched at the delicious contrast. I growled, angry that he was enjoying this. This was supposed to turn him off, turn him away. Instead, Josh’s thick cock hung full, and every blow made his balls seize up in pleasure. I needed to up the anti.

I brought down the crop hard in random patterns across his back while keeping the other hand teasing his hole and rubbing his ass and balls. Josh’s knuckles turned white and red from their grip. He clenched his eyes shut shouting and moaning and whimpering. Each strike incited a wave of motion. It started somewhere around his neck then flowed through his shoulders and ended with him pushing his ass into my hand. I stepped away suddenly, and Josh almost collapsed.

I strolled around so that I stood in front of the chair. “Alright, so what you’re saying is that you’re a needy little bitch pig? You’re a clingy pig who’ll love whoever touches him. Aren’t you, Dolly?”

Josh’s breath came out in sobs. He couldn’t seem to calm himself. His cock was leaking pre-cum all over the floor and his thighs. His arms quaked with effort to keep himself standing. I touched the crop’s tip to his chin lifting his face.

“Aren’t you, Dolly?” I asked softly. Josh, slowly and with much effort, opened his eyes, but he still didn’t seem to register the question. I struck the crop across his face. “Joshua Matthews, what the fuck are you?”

Josh gasped. His big brown eyes focusing suddenly but not quite enough to come out of his lust filled haze. “I am your pig, master. I am needy and a liar, and I need to be punished.”

I laughed maliciously before returning to the spot behind him. I rub his reddened ass soothingly. “Yes you are Dolly. You are my pig, my whipping boy, and you fucking lied.” With that, I brought my hand down across his ass. Josh jumped and screamed not expecting the hard surface. “Count, Dolly. Make yourself useful.”

I hit him with my palm again, “One.” The crop struck him across the shoulders.

“Wrong, Dolly. Who am I and what do you say when given something?” I said calmly before striking his ass with my hand again.

“Two, master.”

“What do you say when given something?” I shouted punctuating each word with a blow of the crop to his back. “Start over and say it right.” I struck my palm against his right ass cheek.

“One, master. Thank you, master,” Josh announced breathily. I continued slapping Josh’s ass with my gloved hand until we hit twenty-five. I stepped away at that point to admire my work. Josh shook from head to toe, and his ass was an delicious shade of red. I took off the glove and place the crop on the floor. Rubbing my own erection, I stepped toward Josh.

“What do you say for your punishment, Dolly?” I said kneeling behind Josh then sucking on my finger.

“Thank you, ma—Ohhh,” Josh screamed as I pushed my finger into his fluttering hole. I ran my tongue across the ridges on his red ass. I twisted my finger inward. Josh moaned and screamed for more with the little breath and consciousness he had left. When I crooked my finger upward and hit his prostate, Josh screeched my name and shot cum all over the floor. He crumpled into a boneless pile when I stood back.

“Thank you, master. Thank you. Thank you, Oh God. Oh God, master. Thank you,” he panted for about five minutes.

“You’re so fucking gross. I treat you like shit, and you get off. Get out,” I said coldly while soundly ignoring the throbbing, leaking flesh in my briefs.

“Wha—” Josh looked at me disjointedly.

“You fucking heard me. Get the fuck out.” I shouted hoping my volume would drown out the pain in my voice. If I yelled, he’d think I was serious. I couldn’t say another hurtful thing to him so I left. I stormed away to my room. Slamming the door, I fell on my bed and cried. What the fuck was wrong with me? How could I break something that beautiful?

I must’ve drifted off because my clock read three o’clock when I woke. I frowned deeply remembering my encounter with Josh earlier. He showed up around twelve-thirty so it was at least one when I told him to leave. He was definitely gone. I scowled at my own cruelty. I stood once again ignoring my cock, which hadn’t flagged a bit during my nap. I threw my door open planning to pick some fight with Zasha. I stopped dead. In the middle of my living, sitting in perfect position was Josh.

“I told you to leave,” I said tiredly.

“Master didn’t cum,” Josh said resolutely as if that solved everything.

“I don’t give a fuck. I said leave.” I began to retreat when I heard…

“No,” Josh said loudly.

“What?” I stormed into the living

“No, master,” Josh repeated with slightly less enthusiasm.

“Are you defying me?” I demanded angrily.

“Yes,” Josh glared up into my eyes. I blame my surprise on my slowed reflexes with happened next. Josh stood quickly and pulled me into the most breathtaking kiss. He slid his tongue all over mine and bit my lips roughly. I moaned excitedly. Josh grabbed my arm and led me to my bed.

He pushed me down on it, and before I could protest, my cockhead was in his throat. I arched up and gripped Josh’s short hair. Moaning and not thinking, I began thrusting forward until I heard Josh gag. I pulled back, cock not deflating a bit, and felt so guilty. Josh smiled at me smugly.

“Dolly, I oooohh fuck!” I screamed as Josh his tongue right into my hole. Now touches, no skims, just right into tongue fucking my ass. I threw my legs apart and shoved my hips downward. Josh went at it like a pro. I thrashed and moaned as my cock leaked and jumped with his tongue’s every movement. Josh pulled back but didn’t let me gain a full breath.

I tried but that too came out a wail. Josh pushed two fingers straight in while taking a firm grip on my shaft. The burn of his fingers was too exiquisite. My eyes clenched, and I threw my arms up to grip the comforter brutally. He pumped his hand and fingers in tandem. Then in a move that mirrored my own, he crooked his digits and stabbed my prostate viciously never changing his pace. I shrieked his name as I came. Josh clamped his mouth down on my head catching all of my cum. I slumped bonelessly into the mattress as Josh lazily licked my softening cock and his own hands. He crawled upward and kissed me softly. I responded tiredly then realized what had just happened.

“Josh, I—” I began shamefully.

He shushed me while curling up to my side.

“But, Josh I—” I attempted again.

“No, Render. I needed that.”

He sounded so calm, so sure as she snuggled up to me. I couldn’t beat myself over this if he was so comfortable wit it. I allowed myself to drift off once again, trying not to feel badly for the day’s events


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p.s. the songs from Ch 10 & 11 are in order as follows.
“Jesus Christ, that's a pretty face / The kind you'd find on someone I could save / If they don't put me away.”
“Jesus Christ” by Brand New

“I wanna be the surgeon that cuts you open / and fixes all of life's mistakes / I wanna be the house that you were raised in”
“Ship in a Bottle” by Bright Eyes

“but i fell for the promise of a life with a purpose / but i know that that's impossible now. / and so i drink to stay warm”
“If Winter Ends” by Bright Eyes