Seek And Go Hyde Act VI

(To read Seek And Go Hyde Act IAct IIAct IIIAct IV or Act V)

I admit I was not thinking straight. Or sanely.

By the time Leigh’s body had been racked with a second sadomasochistic orgasm that left us both drenched in her vaginal fluids I was gone. Just not there. Hyde had taken over.

Content with how destroyed Leigh was physically and emotionally, he craved the one thing she had left.

Her pride.

And he was determined to not just have it but fucking devour it.

It feels odd to write in this tense in that it was me. It is me every time Hyde comes out to play. But it isn’t really me. Or that’s something I just say as a means to rationalize the sadistic evil that is my alter ego.

(for more about that sadistic evil comment, you may want to read  Torn)

I’m honesty not sure if I should write the remainder of this in first or third person. Tell you what. I’ll toggle between the two. Myself and Hyde. If its confusing, join the party.

Leigh had given me everything I asked of her, yet that wasn’t enough. He wanted more, plus it was now my turn to be the one screaming through an orgasm. Tired, soaked, pissed off for some fucking reason, still the proud owner of a rock hard erection. Enough of this punish her shit. It was time to abuse my cock with drenched cunt.

She was a mess. No other way to put it. Her timeless beauty was awash in sweat, her own ejaculate and the aura that oozes from a woman’s pores after she has multiplied. She looked feverish, flustered and uncertain. Matted auburn locks painted her face like a Japanese ink print.

Her face? Devastated. Not from external blows but from within. Disheveled is being kind. When Leigh’s baby blues become china doll blacks…

“Hold them open,” he growled. Hyde didn’t give a fuck about any of that. And, at that moment, neither did I. As her Sir I learned very early that Rule #1 of being the best Dominant I can be for her was this:

I must be selfish.

It sounds incredibly uncaring, cold and shallow. It’s actual the opposite. By focusing hard on my own needs I address her desire to be completely dominated. I can’t give her that while being concerned about her. But by the same token I am completely focused on her, reading her, listening.

Its fucking hard to Dominate someone! Any submissives reading this, try it sometime. You’ll see.

“No, here” I said. My hands gripped Leigh’s Achilles tendons firm. Now she understood where and why.

With a staccato whimper she replaced my hands with hers. I had spread her legs as far as anatomy allowed. No bent knees or drawn in thighs. Straight out, wide open. Nothing had changed in that regard, except Leigh was the one holding them that way.

Hyde roared at the thought she was being made to abuse her own flesh a final time. The sweetest part? Her hands were no where near the soft parts that were going to suffer.

Drawing my face nearer to hers I grinned, then proceeded to try to choke her with my cock via her cunt.

Vicious. Brutal. Each stroke bottoming out. They would have regardless with how wet she was, but holding herself that wide open? Fuck.

My hips slammed into hers, the spray from her cunt going everywhere. At this angle both our faces were doused. Slapping sounds of soaked flesh rammed into the same filled the bedroom. Leigh frantically tried to hold on as her labia were bitch slapped over and over. It would have been painful by itself, but as engorged as she was made it even worse. Her voice was…well, I’ll just say she was speaking in tongues, which I suspect is Hyde’s native language.

Again and again I fucked her as hard as I could. My toes curled, hips tightened, that familiar cramp all too welcome. I started to build. With my impending orgasm in its infancy I started to growl. Mouth closed, guttural, animatistic. If you have even heard a cornered predatory animal, that’s what it sounded like, each one a little louder from deeper inside.

Now it was I who grew frantic. Blood raced from every corner of my being to my groin. I grew light headed being asphyxiated by my central nervous system, my ass cheeks locked in an attempt to force myself inside out.

Faster. Harder. More yelling than growling, yet the same. The way Leigh stared at my face hinted at the contortions that seized it. She was completely caught up in my delirium. I felt a knot start deep inside me. Tighter. Push. Harder. So. Close. So. Fucking. Close.

When the inevitable became reality I seethed through clenched teeth “DON’T MOVE YOUR HANDS!!” then withdrew from Leigh, reared back onto my knees, grabbed my cock with my right hand and…

…exploded.

I came with the same force I just fucked her stupid with. Semen roared through my cock. Upon its release I went to scream…and couldn’t. No air. None. Splurt after splash of hot cum went fucking everywhere. It felt like I was being strangled. The colors were pretty in there as my eyes rolled back. Within seconds I raced towards unconsciousness.

I saw Leigh turn her head to her left. That’s about all I recall as far as my surroundings.

Stars. Fireflies. The smell of semen filled my nostrils, Leigh’s fluids spewed all over my thighs and waist without stop.

Then the air came back. I screamed. Again. Roared. Again.

Remember how your grade school music teacher always wanted you to sing from your diaphragm? I came from mine. With the oxygen came blood back to my brain. That’s when things got fuzzy, but I was too busy growling and snarling to appreciate the head rush.

My orgasm lasted well over a minute. I about died.

Collapsing onto my haunches I looked at Leigh. Her body was awash in cum, yet she wouldn’t move. Her hands still clung fiercely to her ankles. But it was her head cocked to the side with eyes closed  that caught my attention.

Apparently that first massive load didn’t just hit her in the breast but bounced off it and splattered all over the side of her face. Semen dripped off her cheek like a candle gone mad.

I smiled. Or was it he smiled? We smiled? I’m still not sure.

– Scot & Hyde

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16 responses to “Seek And Go Hyde Act VI

  1. “I’ll just say she was speaking in tongues, which I suspect is Hyde’s native language.” I love, love this line. So much.

    I also love all of this, of course. Hot damn. Hyde is awesome.

  2. Wow… just wow! Cant imagine what it would be like to go through something that intense!… Sounds AMAZING!

    Is this the end of this series or is there still more to errr come? Lol

  3. By focusing hard on my own needs I address her desire to be completely dominated

    This is sooo true and so counter intuitive.

    Its fucking hard to Dominate someone! As a previous switch, I will affirm that statement. This is one of my guilts – that he has such a large burden.

  4. Hands down, your subject matter is extremely erotic; and I read this post and felt a rush but I must call out your writing as a huge factor of the rush. I would bet you could write about anything and make the subject titillating. I do believe that focusing on your own needs and not being concerned with hers, is a factor of keeping yourself alive. Isn’t that part of having great sex… because you can let go and not be concerned since she gives you that freedom and you trust her to “take care” of you while you’re gone. That has been the benchmark of a great sexual connection for me. If I can “let go” myself, and satisfy him just as well. I believe that the same must be done by women outside of the bedroom. Especially when women have kids because it is almost impossible to only be concerned with yourself then. That is a tangent conversation so I’ll stop. Anyway – your expressiveness is hotter than the sex. There I found one sentence at the end of all this blah blah blahing. I just finished 1st cup – going for 2nd now. Thats my excuse. Jayne

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