How much he loves me

Xavier sat naked on the cold tiled bedroom floor, silent and terrified of opening her eyes to the room that lay before her. Hugging her knees tightly, she rocked to and fro slowly, comforting her body with the rhythm of her slow, shallow breaths. It was happening again- The rage that she had told her therapist about. With head bowed, she held onto her feet so tightly that she restricted blood flow to her hands. This was part of her treatment and she was experimenting with a new, less violent way to deal with rage, however, she was having a difficult time controlling herself.

Her eyes darted toward the bed where Tyrese was lying. She thought that this would be an opportune time to hurt him. She quickly glanced at the table and laid her eyes upon the knife that was left there the night before when Tyrese drew it from the kitchen cupboard in an attempt to threaten her. Their relationship was volatile, much like that of her parent’s relationship where she would see them fight every day, and then hear loud and exciting nights of sexual pleasure. She could do it now; make him pay for what he did to her- Make him pay for cheating on her with her best friend Damien. But Xavier loved him. Her feeling for him far surpassed any feeling she ever felt for a man. She liked his rough face, and the many scars that added character to his personality. She loved his baritone voice which got deeper during intimate moments they shared every day and night. She loved his masculinity and how he took charge of her especially during sex where he would tie her up, choke, cut and beat her. She got turned on by his roughness and loved it when she could see his manhood rising out of his boxers when she released soft, sexual moans of pleasure in response to the pain he inflicted. She loved to gently, yet intentionally brush against it while touching herself and feeling the wetness of her own womanhood.

Tonight, she could still feel her wet panties clinging damply to her body. He had turned her on again when he placed the knife to her neck and made a slight incision. Xavier lifted her hand up to the cut and felt a slight sting where the blood had dried. Calm was beginning to set in and she could feel the high pressure of blood subside slowly in her veins. She remained in the corner and listened to the noises outside the window. It was probably 4 am now, as she heard spoons knocking cups as the neighbours mixed tea for their young. She needed to sleep since lack of sleep made her rage worse. Today was a new day, and Tyrese would soon feel the wrath of her anger if she didn’t rest.

Xavier’s eyes descended away from Tyrese and toward the nightstand where she found the evidence that lead to her current state of mind. Earlier on in the night, she had explored Tyrese’s cell phone while he was talking a shower. She was looking for something; anything to prove if the rumours were true or false that Tyrese was being unfaithful to her. As the steam from the shower filled the small apartment, Xavier quickly scrolled through call logs and text messages. That was when she found her answer.
“You turn me on when you choke me like that. I like it when you are a bad boy. D.” Xavier returned the phone to the nightstand and proceeded to slowly click through the television cable stations, desperately searching for something to distract the thoughts racing through her head.

She could no longer be angry. The rage had now gone and left her feeling vulnerable and needy. She hated how she felt after her rage episode, as it usually made her feel tired and lifeless, but very horny. Xavier slowly and quietly got up from the cold floor and made her way toward the bed where Tyrese lay in his black boxers with stomach exposed toward the early morning draft. Xavier peered at him, looking intently at the rhythm of his breathing. She clenched the knife which she had picked up from the table and slowly made herself comfortable on the bed, perched carefully on top of Tyrese’s lower body. She placed her feet at either side of Tyrese and lowered her pelvis onto his thighs. She slowly placed her hands to cover his manhood and delicately began to stroke it until it grew hard and stiff and perpendicular to his body. Xavier then raised her body, balancing carefully on her bent knees and shifted herself over Tyrese’s erect shaft and gently and slowly lowered her pelvis until his manhood disappeared inside her. She let out a soft sigh as she felt her inside being filled by Tyrese. She lifted her hand toward her erect nipples and began to fondle them while slowly gyrating her hips on Tyrese who had by now awoken from slumber to share in the experience. With her back slightly bent, Xavier held onto his upper thighs as she peered into his sleepy eyes and examined his mouth which sporadically snarled to show teeth that reflected his pleasure. Holding onto the knife, she lustfully traced a pattern on her body from her forehead to her womanhood, pausing to linger at her breasts. Tyrese’s eyes grew wild at the action and threw her wildly from on top of him and onto the bed. Xavier reached for the knife which fell out of her hand, grasped it and placed it at her mouth. She ran the sharp blade over her tongue while her other hand fondled her clit. Tyrese excitement was building as his breathing got heavier and his eyes got more intense. Xavier knew exactly what to do to turn her man on as she let another sensual moan escape from her lips. Tyrese grabbed the knife from her hand, placed the blade between her breasts and slowly applied pressure to make a slight incision. This is what she wanted she thought, as she grimaced with simultaneous pleasure and pain. Xavier sank into her thoughts, becoming numb to the numerous cuts Tyrese was inflicting on her. She was calm now, and everything was okay again. Tyrese was showing her how much he loved her.