Venomness Thrills

A/N and Additional Disclaimer: All rights for the song Poison by Alice Cooper belongs to its respective companies, artists and owners. It is merely a tool for my fiction and I own abosolutely and positively no rights.


The suite cleaned up nicely. Clean and almost new, I examine after two long days of labor; livable and away from prying spectators. It didn’t matter what the other rooms looked like, we’d only be here for the night. Just the bathroom and this room was all I needed and the running water had long been shut off. I know he’s behind me so I turn around.

He casts off his towel, stepping out of its pool. “I won’t be nice.”
“I still want it,” I was determined and now so was he. “Do it. Do it for me Dean.”

That cruel device, his blood’s like ice. One look could kill; my pain’s his thrill. Those murderous eyes are filling with desire. He won’t ask again but he’ll keep his promise. God finally it’s going to happen and it’s been a long road getting here. I’ve felt his gentleness; I’ve been patient, trusting him more than I ever thought I could. No complaints. No regrets. No backing out. We’ve taken it slow; let myself be loved by him without question. Now he’s going to trust in me. He’s going to be loved by me and I’m going to shatter him with my heart. He hasn’t said a word but he comes closer. He rushes at me, fast. I close my eyes and allow my head and back to collide into the wall when he pushes me. I hold his wrists so he cannot hold my neck. He breaks free anyway. I’m knocked to the floor and he aims to stop me from covering my face. My head is in his hands; he slams me harder against the wall with each throw. I’m fazed, but only a little; a few throws barely hurts me anyhow. His lips are at my neck, my thighs in hands, and my mouth open from moaning.

I wanna love him, but I better not touch. Don't touch. My mind echoes, telling me words over and over; just feel, don’t touch. He pulls my arms up and holds me there, bruising my lips with his own. His grip’s gentle but his hold’s firm; I could easily get out. I can’t move yet; too soon. He grabs my thigh again once he has both my wrists in his one hand. When he holds me like this, the fight to subdue my submissive urges grows stronger. Fight my submission. Fight his domination.

I wanna to hold him, but my senses tell me to stop. My eyes are closed and I push my hips into him. It’s been a moment I’ve been waiting for, for a lifetime. He looks me in the eyes, stopping. My forehead greets his forehead with force, going. His head rolls in a circular motion, his lips pursed, hissing lightly from the sting. I caught his attention; affirmation that I wasn’t backing down from the challenge. The moment he comes closer I do it again.

I wanna kiss him, but I want it too much; way too much. Stay alert, I tell myself. If there’s one person he’ll trust, I want him to trust me. I can’t stop. He initiates a kiss again, my right thigh in his hand. First my lips, then my neck, then finally he bites into my flesh. He is distracted enough. One of my hands is out of his grip. I grab the hair on the softest spot of his head, the nape of his neck. My skin’s still lodged between his teeth; it hurt when I pulled, feels dangerously erotic when his teeth scrape against me, releasing me. His lips are swollen and slick with saliva. He bangs my head against the wall, twice. His hand’s seizing my throat, I bite into that arm. My grip is firm and he cannot pull me off without tearing. Looking up into his eyes, I see a small glimpse of a smile curling at the side of his mouth. It was a warning; don’t give up. I had to fight.

I wanna taste him but his lips are venomous poison. He’s poison running through my veins. He’s poison, and I don't wanna break these chains. Poison. That one word replays constantly in my mind. Stay alert, I tell myself, don’t submit.

His mouth’s so hot. I can feel it despite the covering of my cotton shirt. His mouth’s sucking my erect nipples through the fabric. My teeth let go and I moan. I grip his hair firmer between my fingers and pull harder. My thigh’s free now. I throw my leg over his shoulder, using it as a weight to force him down. He’s stronger than me, but I let my foot collided with the back part of his ribs, just hard enough to get his attention. He whimpers out a moan. I hit a sweet spot with my heel, unintentionally and he submits for now.

His web I'm caught. His tongue’s running up my inner thigh; so heavenly. My fingers are digging into his bare shoulder. His face is closer to my crotch, only centimeters apart. I pull him closer, rubbing my crotch directly in his face. He braces himself by holding onto my hips, licking my bulge through my jeans while I’m grinding into him. I work his face like it’s a jaded pole.

His skin so wet. Still damp from the shower he took just moments earlier. He’s was naked, wet and wanting to fuck me. I can still see the water beads drip down his smooth back.

“I got a surprise for you,” he looks up at me. “Pull them down.”

Black lace on sweat; that’s exactly what he sees when he pulls off my black jean shorts and I throw my leg back onto his shoulder. Thin stretch lace and mesh jockstrap with my harden length trapped in its cage. His finger starts at my base of my length, following the string trail that leads from my sac and up the crevices of my ass. His eyes widen in fascination, I can tell because his brow is arched higher then it would be if he were being sarcastic. As he parts my cheeks, his fingers gently caress the built in plug that is logged in my hole. A distraction and temptation; it’s written all over his face. I brace myself against the wall; my foot is on his shoulder now. Grunting, I kick him back as hard as I can. He topples to the floor and I throw my cotton shirt at his face. Looking up, he’s surprised at my strength. A new bitch bikini for him to play with; I knew he’d like it.

I hear him calling and its needles and pins. Hearing him call out from the pleasure of being kicked gets me high. He’s getting up now. I walk directly over to him when he calls me. I make the first contact, throwing my whole body into one open palm strike open palm; like we agreed upon earlier. He crouches, staggering a bit. Strike two across the other cheek when he comes closer. He charges at me, grabbing my hair, turning me and I go tumbling onto the bed. Stay focused, I remember him telling me always. I roll onto my back moments before he pins me down. We wrestle; he holds me still. His lips attack me everywhere, my neck, my nipples, he’s relentless. His neck is exposed when he kisses my cheek. Raising my head I bite into that tender spot between his throat and his collar bone. He growls so I use the moment to push him onto his back and straddle his hips.

I wanna hurt him just to hear him screaming my name. I tie his hands onto the bedpost and he allows me to do so. Another small submission and I am getting closer. It wasn’t rope, they weren’t leather. I tied him up in satin silk, black satin silk. They are long enough for him to touch my head, yet narrow enough so that he is unable to throw me off without the much needed effort. His hand reaches out to me. He strikes me across my cheek, no back hand; just like I had done. The second time doesn’t sting as much. My thighs gripping his hips, I didn’t budge. His eyes shown with pride; I push his shoulders back on to the bed so he can’t throw me off. A good whimper escapes my lips on the third time. I caught the widening of his eyes when he heard what came from my mouth.

Don't wanna touch him, but he’s under my skin; deep in. I put my hands behind my head. Not submissive, but not dominate either. His hands are on my sides, touching me with care. It’s a last moment of gentility for him to touch me as he pleases. I know when he touches me, it’s really an examination. Break me, but not bruise me. No unquestionable marks, nothing torn. I move upward, closer to his chest, allowing his fingers to brush against my cheeks. A quick spanking on both sides and I yelp. His thumb runs up and down the thin string between my cheeks. Cupping the base of my neck, he pulls me down; I rest my face in the crook of his neck. Whispers of loving words though it sounds of fear. I offer him love with words of encouragement and they follow after he pulls out my plug slowly. Once it’s out with an audible pop, I feel the weight of the jockstrap off my hips and on my upper thighs. Laying on him, I finish what he’s started and now I lay uncovered by fabric like he is, naked. Just the two of us. He lays his arms above his head. I slide off his lap, move between both his legs and he braces himself. It was sinfully delicious.

I wanna kiss him but his lips are venomous poison. I move my hand lower, beneath his sac, pressing my middle finger against his opening. He jerks, stiffening from my touch. He’s fighting his own submission. I ease that dominance when my mouth eases itself onto his cock. I swallow it all, inch my inch, deep throating the pulsating warmth. Looking up, his hand braces the headboard, his back arching when his cock goes deeper. I drag my tongue along the veined river that travels from his slit to his shaft. I make his shaft slick with my saliva, coating it with my spit. He moans when my teeth graze against his sac and my tongue finds his hole. Holding onto his thighs, my tongue probes that entrance and he moans loudly. I taste him, all around and deep inside. His milky seed runs down his still harden cock like thick vapor down a waterfall. Using my tongue, I lap up every last drop of fluid, swallowing some of the taste whole, but saving some in my mouth, for later.

He’s poison running through my veins. He’s poison. I don't wanna break these chains. Poison; his seed echoes throughout my body and I’m drowning in its flavor.

Sitting up, I part his legs further; my own shaft probing his entrance. My fingers dig into his hips, leaving indents, stilling his hips before he can force me to impale him. While he glares at me, I blow him kisses without spilling a drop, just like he taught me so many months ago. He scowls as I do so and I long to tease him further. I move back slightly, forcing him down towards me further, hearing him wince from the stretching in his arms. I hold him by his calves, elevating his hips off the bed, up and over until his feet are suspended over his head and I can see his puckering hole plainly. It moves with anticipation. I lean down, never opening my mouth until my lips are touching his place. I force my tongue in, using his own semen as lube to coat his inside. I think he finds that erotic as he’s moaning wildly. I kiss his sac, lowering him and easing my own head beyond the ring opening. I swallow the leftovers, cleaning my face until it’s all gone and inside of me.

One look could kill. His pain’s my thrill. My shaft tunnels through his opening, burrowing deep within that earthly body of his. I, at last, feel every inch of him pressing against me. We are both frozen, both lost in sensation. The heat that engulfed me was greater than what I could imagine; holier than heaven and hotter than hell.

I wanna love him, but I better not touch. I won’t move until he is ready. I feel him stirring against me. His fingers brush against my wrists, grasping for my hands. I let our fingers slide until they are curled into each other. He braces himself when he wraps his legs around me and I love him slowly, easing back and forth slowly. I hear his hissing, just like I would when he took me slow. The incredible, burning desire to move faster, scratching that itch to be filled deeper. I’ll tease him like he teases me all those times before. I love him with hard, gentle, long strokes, grinding my hips when I reenter in fully. He grits his teeth the way I do, using his legs to make me go faster, like I would for him. His urgency makes my thrusts ever the more slower, harder and wanton, teasing his prostate when I brush against it lightly. My fingers leave red marks when I rake my nails downward, I want them to feel like claws. I move them, starting from his pecs and ending below his abs, past his belly button.

“Don’t touch.” He tells me, swatting away my hand when I reach out for him. “Make me cum without touching me.”

So macho; I want to break him. I will break him and my thrusts aren’t so gentle now, aren’t so slow. He’s panting with even more excitement because I am watching him, holding him by his thighs. I’m smirking now, driving in so deep, naturally he pulls back. I press him, with each scoot backwards, I repeat my actions. Going higher and higher, whining more and more, I hear the soft sound of his head butting against the headboard. He cries out, but not for me; not yet.

Just wanna hold him, but my senses tell me to stop. I wanna kiss him, but I want it too much. Inside him still, I lay against him, humming in delight. Something his does not expect me to do. My fingers dance all over, his cheeks, his lips, everywhere. My fingers finds his hair, runs right through them. He’s off guard, too engrossed with my nipping his shoulders. I curl them, my fingers, I grab it, his hair, and I yank it, his head. First up off the pillows, then back exposing his jugular, quick and rough, just like he taught me. His cock is wetting our bellies, twitching from the enclosed friction. My hips are now rocking against his in maddening desire; dangerously rough and fast. I can feel how hard I’m driving into him by his tormented cries of unforgiving rapture. He’s loving it, especially so when my pearly whites kisses his jugular. No blood, but a hard kiss to leave bruises for a while. I can feel the red marks forming down my back so I know he feels good.

“Too much?” he asks me.
“Never.” I shake my head and let him devour me with his touches.

I wanna taste him but his lips are venomous poison. He’s poison running through my veins. My mind is swimming rapidly like a disease. My insanity stays like this, grunting and thrusting and rubbing and taking, and fucking as a prison slave bitch. He curses me, raging against me, moaning that I will falter at any moment. I hold his throat in my hands, closing the caged latch around his windpipe, banging his head harder against the headboard than before. His lips were red now, and I had shut him up. Faster, forceful thrusts follow and he drinks it all in. And then…my mentor, my salvation, a champion, a fighter in the same cause; my brother cries out my name. My brother cries out for me.

He’s poison. I don't wanna break these chains. But I do. My hand is unfastened around his neck. I kiss away the wet humiliation from his lashes. I undo his binding. I love him so tenderly and completely in my arms when I turn us side by side. He nestles under my chin, like I would and I stop him, like he would. He is me and I am him. I am him. I am him and I brush away his drowning tears; overwhelming tears of completion. He is me, closing his eyes and waits for the reassuring kiss that’s always there. Clinging to me, never losing me in his thoughts; uncharacteristically I speak as me.

“I’ll save you.”

A loud, raw, scream penetrates my eardrums; it is the sound of his last breath as his cream decorates our bellies in an identical pattern. I submit to his will, breeding him as only I would. Looking down and withdrawing, we are still, wanton and alive; still hard and drenched in our own poison.

Poison. Yeah.

I wanna love him, I better not touch. I wanna hold him; my senses tell me to stop. I wanna kiss him, but I want him too much. I wanna taste him but his lips are venomous poison.

I don't wanna break these chains. I’m poisoned; burning deep inside my veins. Now it is my turn to get what I want. I roll on my stomach, I’m on my knees and I spread myself for him to see. He tops me quickly, burrows in deeply, giving me the satisfaction I crave to be completely spent by him. He is neither rough nor gentle; kind nor cruel. Easing out, slam in, easing out, slam in; this continues ‘till my screams turn to pleasurable moans and back once more. He takes care of me like family should. I no longer need to see his eyes, his strength inside talks for him instead.

Burning deep, the poison, inside my veins; the stroking, the thrusts, the malicious words of sweet, loving revenge, I can’t take anymore. My body responds in ways I cannot control. He rams deeply in me, holding me as I collapse in his arms. This is how he holds me. This is how he loves me. His arms are around me, under me, entrapping me, caressing me, touching me, feeling me, everything he can do for me. I am his blanket, he is my security. I come in his hands as he comes within me. His hot breath is blowing on my neck and I know he is tired, yet he urges me to sleep. Never once will he let me go and hurries me to fall asleep while he is still erect in me. Slow, rocking thrusts to lull me to sleep; I fade away as he finishes completely. Three lines sing from the radio as I’m whisked away until tomorrow. Three lines and then I’m gone.


Poison. I’m poisoned. Poison (yeah, yeah)
I don't wanna break these chains
Yeah, poison