"Why are you wearing that lipstick?" His normally kind and even voice is low, husky. Just on the edge of a growl or something more primal. He moves towards her, the entrance of the bistro, with the speed only a monster can have. And then his green eyes are upon her, his thick blond hair hardly moved by the chilling wind. His broad frame barely constrained by the sports jacket and his teeth sharp as his tone. "This is why you wanted me to meet you here, isn't it?"
She doesn't know what he's talking about. Her heart is rising to the back of her throat as she denies it, saying that it was just to-
"Shut it." He looks around the street and waits as a couple passes, glowering at her, so intense that they both look back before vanishing. "You think I'm going to let you do this? Walk all over and wear your whore-shaded lipstick?" He's closer to her now, enough that she can feel his heat. "I'm not those little boys you've dated. You can't just put yourself on display and expect to be worked out. So I'm going to give you a chance." He stands back up to full height and takes two steps back. "Admit that you wore the lipstick in order to get attention or I'm going to punish you."
She doesn't know what he means. It's just nice. Can't they just go inside and have a-
He takes her by the arm and drags her so hard she fears her shoulder may pop out, her elbow sprained. She pulls back, fights him, but he doesn't even turn. He drags her along like she is cargo, like he's a train. They're in the alley without so much as a step made from her and then, after she realizes he won't listen to her pleas, she hops along after him, the small heels on her shoes starting to break off.
Then she's lifted by his hands on her waist and he pushes her against cold brick wall. They are eye to eye now and she is pinned by his torso, by his hands. By his gaze. "You look fucking obscene. Like a god damn whore who's probably only worth the cost of a meal. If that." One of his hands wraps under her thigh and pushes up her dress. "Look at me, look at me, don't scream or it will get worse. You wanted me to get jealous? Want me to see all those other men look at the lips and neck that I own?" His fingers claw at her panties. "Well guess what you fucking manipulative slut. You got your wish." And he shoves two fingers inside her.
She clenches, falls back against the wall to get away from the pain, to thrash her head to the side and closer her eyes so she doesn't have to see it. She starts to beg with him, louder. He lets her until she threatens to scream, then-
His teeth close over her neck in such a way that her voice is trapped. She can feel him biting down so hard her pulse bounces in his teeth. Then he says, mouth still sunken into her, "Scream and it'll be the last thing you do." They hold that position, her gasping for air as he begins to push his fingers in and out of her. It is slow on the way out follow by a hard thrust back in. Over and over again. "You dress like a slut, you'll get taken like a slut. The good news is I'll leave you alive at the end of it. Who knows if one of those other guys you were looking for would have done the same."
He releases her and like a god damn animal uses his face to turn hers back to him. "Open your eyes."
She does and they look into one another for a silent moment, her wincing with every thrust of his fingers but otherwise still. Then she adjusts, or he softens the assault, but either way it starts becoming less painful. More enjoyable. His fingers pulling out of her in such a way that the tease her before the thrust sends her into agony for a moment.
They press their lips against each other, hers trembling and vibrating each time he pushes in. His starting to open to omit a long, low growl in response to her pain. Their eyes are locked, hers watering and his like smoke. Then, before she can pull herself away, she kisses him.
His fingers stop inside her as their lips tangle, press into one another. As her eyes close and her body clenches to him, around him. So he starts moving his fingers in little circles. Then a come hither motion, reaching deep inside her and stroking the inside, the inner ridges, coaxing even more wetness out of her. He breaks the kiss, puts his fingers to her mouth and pushes them into until she begins to suck. "You see? It doesn't have to be like this. You don't have to demand that I hurt you. You could just ask. Wouldn't it be better if you didn't wear lipstick that made you look fucking obscene?"
She nods, the bobbing of her head shoving more and more of him inside her. Then, as he pulls the fingers out, she leans forward and whispers something. When he comes closer to hear she says it again, louder but still not enough, so he pushes her into the wall and moves his ear to hear face. "I said fuck you." Her words are cold and calculated but that only lasts for a moment because her teeth, the full force of them, sink into his skin with singular purpose.
There's howling and pushing, grunting and shoving as he pries her teeth from him. He slams her against the wall and then, when she relents, tosses her to the ground below before applying his hand to the wound. Hot, thick blood covers it, steams slightly into the night. When he looks to his hand it's covered. And when he looks to her she's still got it on her lips.
She smiles as she looks up at him with large, doe eyes. "What do you think of my lipstick now, lover?" Cocking her head to the side, she spits some blood out of her lips. Then she's up with an easy push and sauntering over to him, dipping into her purse to pull out some gauze. When he straightens, rears up to full height, she laughs and shoves his hand away from the wound. "Don't worry, I surrender. I wouldn't want some big, bad monster to have his way with me." She winks at him, dabs the wound with the cloth and then pulls him by his hair until he is leaning forward.
"I didn't think you were going to bite me that hard." He sounds low, defeated and she smirks as she unscrews a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and washes out the bite. She holds him still but his beautiful hair. Then she puts the gauze on him, tapes it into place.
"The way I see it," she says, "is you can either sulk. Or you can take revenge."
"I'm not sure what you want from me. I don't—I'm not the man you think I am." His voice is low as his eyes come up to hers.
She presses her lips against him, kisses him hard and takes one of her hands in his and then brushes his lips with his own blood. "I know you are."
It bolsters him, moves through him. He takes her by the wrist and they move back out to the sidewalk and to the front door of the restaurant. There he pushes her in, and she laughs as he does.
The joy doesn't last long. The place is empty, with only a small section cleaned of the debris and dust that builds up over time. He takes her by the hand and moves her over to it, just out of the light and spins her around. "You can see them. And if they look in they'll be able to see us. But just barely. Watch." They wait a moment, his arms around her. She pushes her ass against him as a couple walks by. "See?" Hand hand makes his way down beneath her dress, up her skirt and into her pussy, much gentler than before. "I've been thinking about what you asked. What you want from me. And I realized that I can only give it to you one way."
Her nod whips and brushes her hair up his chest. Fingers invade her again, so much more sweetly than before. Then she feels her neck being held, constrained and choked by the other hand. Just a little. Just enough to know that he could press down harder and do real damage. Harm her.
"But the more I thought about it," he said as he tightened his grip, "the more I realized that it wouldn't hurt you. Not really. If it's what you want, I can't really hurt you, can I?" His hand trembles, knuckles turn white, as he chokes her with all of his strength for a few seconds. When he releases she gasps and is so much wetter than even a moment before. That's when he starts stroking her in earnest. Moving his fingers in and out in the rhythm he learned drove her wild.
