When Stars Align

Whips and chains.

Sat in an armchair in the corner of his motel room, shrouded in the cover of darkness, Gabriel stared at the woman on the bed contorting her body into different positions. Moonlight filtered in through the veranda window, outlining her shape. The woman, dark skinned and curly haired like his Amanda, with the willowy body of his love. Unlike his Amanda who was as graceful and delicate as a swan, she only had that stature from years of drug abuse, evident in her erratic behaviour. She twisted and turned like a cobra doing the serpent dance.

He had picked her up at a b**m club, she’d been more than willing to come play with him just for a little fix; he smirked at that. Dipping his hand in his jean pocket, he brought out a small packet, with a pocketknife he always kept handy, he slashed the packet open and the white substance poured onto the coffee table in front of him.

He arranged the powder into vertical lines with his ATM card and the woman– Mandy was her name– perked up at this like a hound at the smell of blood.

He wagged his index finger at her and tutted. “Don’t be a naughty girl, wait your turn.”

He bent his head and sniffed up the powder. It sent a shockwave to his brain, igniting his nerves, calming him. He closed his eyes and revelled in the blissful feeling it sent through his system.

“Ah! This is the good stuff,” he sighed.

He stared at Mandy with sleepy eyes and gave her a crooked smile– she’d stopped dancing and stared at him with wild eyes. In his state of mind she looked so much like Amanda. He closed his eyes and thought of Amanda and those little sighs she makes when he touches her at just the right places.

Staring down at his crotch, he was rock hard. Once again the savage beast in him was awake. He bent over the side of the armchair and reached into the bag he brought with him. He took out the chains and the whip he’d stashed in there. He got up and sauntered to the bed, a wicked grin on his face. At the sight of the bulge in his pants, Mandy gave him a lusty smile and bit her lower lip seductively.

Gabriel bent towards her and pulled her lip out from between her teeth. She had plump pink lips that made him want to bite her lips over and over again. And he did, biting down hard before letting go. He caressed her cheeks and slowly brought a finger down to her chest. Naked and fully bared to his whims, he plucked at a n****e and the aureole peaked, hardening at his touch. He hummed in satisfaction as she moaned.

He stroked the side of her breast teasingly and brought his hand down to her waist. She spread her legs wide open for him and closed her eyes in anticipation of his touch. He smirked at her eagerness and grabbed her waist, flipping her on all fours. Her eyes flew open in surprise.

He grabbed her leg and with the chains, he made quick work of chaining her to the bedpost, making sure the chains were short enough to stretch her limbs. With her hands and legs bound, she was at his mercy and he could see just how much it aroused her. Slowly, making sure to take his time, he took off his shirt, trouser and underwear, all the while she stared at him over her shoulder.

He took out a condom packet out of his discarded trouser pocket and sheathed himself. There was no need to catch an STD just for a night of fun. He picked up the whip– a cat-o-nine-tails– and gave her a lash on her buttocks. Hard.

She screamed in pain and he laughed. “You like that?” he asked.

“Yes,” she laughed, “I love it.” She said in a French accent.

He whipped her again and again and again, until her buttocks were red from the lashes, her mascara ran down her face in tear tracks. She made a pathetic sight but that was the look he loved to see on his women before he bedded them.

He could never make love to Amanda like this. No. She was much too precious to be treated like a w***e. Oh but he loved w****s! Every woman was a w***e and they loved to be beaten and cut before taken like an animal, but Amanda could never handle the beast in him. She was an angel. So he always sought out other women who were w****s and loved to be beaten.

He climbed on the bed and without warning plunged into her, hard. She screamed in pain and strained against her bounds but he didn’t stop, he rode like an animal. s******g her constantly like a deranged man, he loved to see her skin red and hot. To further increase her pain, he grabbed her hair and pulled really hard, her screams of pain were music to his ears.

After he had his fill of her, he released her and collapsed on the bed fully sated. His chest heaving with every breath he took. She got up and limped to the coffee table. She took a sniff of the cocaine and smiled in ecstasy.

Having rested, he sat up and asked her if she enjoyed it. “Yes Michael,” she grinned at him.