Where the Thunder Strikes

Forty-second floor, window walls black as pitch,

Outside the storm rages, a violent bitch.

Lightning cracks, illuminating our stage,

On this bed of purple velvet, locked in a cage.

My six-foot frame towers over your slight form,

Five-foot-four of trembling flesh, safe from the storm.

But not from me. Not from the hurricane in my veins,

Not from the fucking punishment that reigns.

The first thunderclap, a deafening roar,

I grab a fistful of your hair, slam you to the floor.

No, not the floor, face down on the plush bed,

"Ass up, you fucking whore," is all I've said.

Your cunt is dripping, soaking through your lace,

A desperate, slutty puddle all over the place.

I tear the panties off, they rip like cheap cloth,

Expose your swollen lips, I'll have them both.

My dick is iron, veined and thick with rage,

Ready to defile you, turn the page.

I spread your ass cheeks wide, spit right on your hole,

Then plunge my cock inside, to take control.

The second boom of thunder shakes the glass,

I ram my shaft in deep, right up your ass.

A scream escapes your lips, a mix of pain and bliss,

"Fuck me harder, you bastard! Don't you dare miss!"

I piston into you, a brutal, savage pace,

My heavy balls slap hard against your face.

Your tiny pussy stretched, my grip around your throat,

Squeezing tight as I fucking goad.

"Is this what you wanted, you pathetic little slut?"

"Choking on my cock while I spank your butt?"

I slap your ass so hard the flesh turns red,

Leaving handprints on your skin where you've been fed.

The third lightning flash reveals your tear-streaked face,

But your eyes are wild with lust, lost in this space.

Your body convulses, the first orgasm hits,

Juices squirting out, making a mess of my wits.

"You came already? I didn't say you could!"

I flip you over, your body pliant, subdued.

I pin your wrists above your head with one hand,

While the other wraps around, a command.

"You'll come when I say, you'll fucking beg for it,"

I whisper in your ear, then bite your tit.

Hard enough to make you yelp, to make you bleed,

Marking you as mine, planting my seed.

I enter you again, my dick slamming home,

So deep inside you, you'll never again roam.

Every thrust is punishment, every stroke a claim,

Whispering "You're my property" in your ear, so tame.

The fourth thunderclap, the storm is at its peak,

Your body arches up, too weak to speak.

But your eyes plead, begging for more abuse,

For me to use you, for me to seduce.

I pull out suddenly, my dick slick with your cream,

"Open your fucking mouth," is my next scheme.

You obey without question, your lips part wide,

As I shove my cock inside, nowhere to hide.

I fuck your face with fury, your throat constricts,

Gagging on my length, your body predicts

The second wave of pleasure, the second coming tide,

As your fingers claw at me, nowhere to hide.

"Look at me while I fuck your throat, you little bitch,"

Your eyes locked on mine, an erotic witch.

I feel my own release building, a pressure in my balls,

Ready to explode as the thunder calls.

The fifth lightning strike, a violent, blinding light,

I pull out and spray my cum all over you, so white.

Marking your face, your tits, your stomach with my seed,

A fucking masterpiece of our brutal deed.

Your body shudders, the third orgasm wracks your frame,

Screaming my name as you're consumed by the flame.

"More! Give me more!" you beg, your voice hoarse and raw,

As the storm outside mirrors the one we saw.

I'm not done with you yet, not even close,

My dick still hard, ready to expose

Every last inch of your desire, your need,

To be fucked into oblivion, to plant the seed.

I flip you onto your stomach, pull your hips up high,

Expose your puckered asshole, another place to try.

"No! Not there!" you protest, but your body betrays,

As I press my thumb against, and your asshole sways.

I lube my dick with your juices, slick and wet,

Then press against your rim, a threat you'll not forget.

Slowly I push in, stretching you so wide,

Your screams of pain and pleasure coincide.

The sixth thunderclap, the storm is almost done,

But our night of pleasure has only just begun.

I'm buried to the hilt in your tight little ass,

Fucking you hard, making our moment last.

Your fourth orgasm hits, the most intense of all,

Your body convulses as you start to fall.

But I hold you up, continue my assault,

Your cries of ecstasy are my only fault.

"Please! No more! I can't take it!" you beg,

But your body contradicts, moving like a peg.

Matching my rhythm, taking all of me,

A fucking masterpiece of ecstasy.

The storm finally subsides, the thunder fades away,

But our bodies are still connected, in this brutal way.

I pull out slowly, my dick still hard and proud,

As you collapse onto the bed, exhausted, loud.

Your breathing is ragged, your body marked and sore,

But you turn to me with a smile, wanting more.

"Again," you whisper, your voice barely a sound,

As I pin you down, to have another round.

The sun begins to rise, the storm is finally through,

But in our purple velvet bed, we're starting anew.

Ready for another day of fucking, rough and raw,

A dark romance that's our only law.

© NILOY SHOUVIC ROY