Wild Dominion
Amid the thunderous roar of a summer storm, Elena gripped the steering wheel until her knuckles bleached white. Rain lashed the windshield like a thousand angry lashes, blurring the narrow mountain road into a treacherous ribbon of black. She’d fled the city that morning, tires screeching away from Marcus, her possessive fiancé, after one fistfight too many. His silver tongue had twisted her doubts into devotion over two hellish years, but tonight, a shattered cheekbone snapped the chains. Freedom tasted like coppery blood on her swollen lip, sharp and metallic, mixed with the ozone tang of the brewing tempest.
The SUV hydroplaned wildly, fishtailing across slick asphalt. Heart slamming against her ribs like a caged beast, she fought the skid, but the embankment rose like a wall of mud and rock. Tires screamed, metal crumpled in a symphony of destruction. Glass shattered, spraying shards that nicked her arms like icy kisses. The world inverted, tumbling in chaos, until jolt after jolt hurled her into oblivion. Darkness swallowed her, thick with the reek of burnt rubber and spilled gasoline.
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Chapter 1: Awakening in Chains 💋
Elena’s eyelids fluttered open to a haze of flickering firelight. Pain throbbed in her skull, a relentless drumbeat echoing the storm’s fading rumble outside. Rough-hewn log walls enclosed her, the air heavy with pine sap, woodsmoke, and something primal—musk, sweat, earth. She lay on a fur-strewn pallet, wrists bound above her head to a thick iron ring bolted into the timber beam. Panic surged, hot and feral, as she yanked against the coarse rope biting her skin.
“Easy there, little bird,” a gravelly voice rumbled from the shadows. He stepped into the glow, massive frame eclipsing the hearth. Jax. Towering at six-foot-five, shoulders broad as an axe’s heft, his body corded with muscle from years hacking survival from these unforgiving woods. Jet-black hair tangled to his waist, framing a face scarred by bear claw and blizzard—high cheekbones, a jagged line splitting his left brow, golden-flecked hazel eyes burning with untamed hunger. mid-forties, but his wild vigor mocked the calendar.
“Who the fuck are you? Let me go!” Elena spat, voice cracking. Her silk blouse hung in tatters, exposing the lace bra cupping her full D-cup breasts, nipples hardening against the chill. Skirt hiked to her thighs, revealing smooth olive skin bruised from the crash.
Jax crouched, knees popping faintly, his callused hand tracing her calf. Rough texture sent shivers racing up her spine. “Found you twisted in that fancy cage of yours, engine smoking like a dragon’s breath. Dragged your sweet ass here before the wolves sniffed you out. You’re in my wild domain now.”
She twisted, thighs clenching as his fingers climbed higher, brushing the damp lace of her panties. “I don’t need saving. Untie me, you psycho!” But her body betrayed her—pulse quickening, a traitorous slickness gathering between her legs. Marcus had been polished cruelty; this man reeked of raw power, his scent invading her nostrils like aphrodisiac smoke.
He chuckled low, breath hot against her ear. “Wild things don’t beg permission.” His mouth claimed her neck, teeth grazing the pulse point. She gasped, arching involuntarily as his beard scraped delicious fire across her collarbone.
The First Claim
Jax’s hands roamed freely, palming her tits through lace, thumbs circling pebbled peaks. “These are mine now. Soft, ripe fruit begging to be devoured.” He ripped the bra aside with one yank, fabric shredding like paper. His mouth descended, sucking hard on one nipple, tongue lashing the tip while pinching the other until tears pricked her eyes.
“Stop… oh god,” Elena moaned, hips bucking despite herself. The rope creaked as she strained, fire in her veins warring with terror. His free hand delved between her thighs, fingers parting slick folds. “So wet already, slut. Your cunt weeps for the wild.”
He plunged two thick digits inside, knuckle-deep, curling to stroke that electric spot. Her walls clenched greedily, juices coating his hand. The squelch mingled with her whimpers, the hearth crackling in rhythm. Taste of salt bloomed as he kissed her roughly, tongue fucking her mouth like a promise of more.
Withdrawing, he freed his cock—monstrous, veined shaft nine inches long, girth like her wrist, head glistening pre-cum. “Gonna stretch this tight hole.” He notched at her entrance, slamming home in one brutal thrust. Elena screamed, pain blooming into savage pleasure as he bottomed out, balls slapping her ass.
He pounded relentlessly, hips snapping with feral force. “Take it, bitch. Milk my fat cock.” Grunts escaped him, sweat dripping onto her heaving breasts. She shattered first, orgasm ripping through like lightning, pussy spasming around him. Jax roared, flooding her with hot spurts, seed overflowing to stain the furs.
Collapsing beside her, he unbound her wrists but pinned her with one arm. “Sleep. Dawn brings more lessons.”
Chapter 2: The Cabin Inferno 🔥
Morning light pierced the cabin’s sole window, dust motes dancing in golden shafts. Elena stirred, body aching deliciously—sore pussy throbbing reminder of the night’s violation. Jax was gone, the fire banked low, stew bubbling in a cast-iron pot. Hunger gnawed her belly, mingling with confusion. Run? Fight? Her gaze fell on the door, bolted from within, axe leaning nearby.
Footsteps crunched outside. Jax burst in, soaked from rain, hauling a gutted deer over one shoulder. Blood streaked his chest hair, muscles rippling under tattooed skin—tribal ink twisting like vines. “Broke fast,” he growled, dumping the carcass. His eyes raked her naked form, cock twitching in his hide pants.
“You can’t keep me here forever,” she challenged, standing defiantly despite trembling knees. But her voice lacked conviction; the wild pull of him stirred something dormant, a savage itch Marcus never scratched.
He stripped swiftly, nudity unashamed. “Watch me.” Grabbing her waist, he hoisted her onto the rough oak table, splintery wood pricking her ass. Spreading her legs wide, he buried his face in her pussy, tongue delving deep, lapping cream from last night’s breeding. “Taste yourself on me. Sweet as wild honey.”
Elena threaded fingers through his mane, grinding against his stubble-burned chin. “Fuck… yes, eat my sloppy cunt.” Shame flushed her cheeks, but ecstasy overrode it. He sucked her clit, fingers reaming her ass, prepping the virgin ring.
Double Penetration Fury
Rising, Jax flipped her onto stomach, ass high. He spat on her puckered hole, working a finger in, then two, scissoring. “Gonna wreck both your holes today.” She whimpered as his cock breached her ass, inch by burning inch, splitting her open. Pain twisted into bliss, fuller than imaginable.
Leaning forward, he shoved three fingers into her dripping pussy, thrusting in tandem. Double stuffed, Elena wailed, table rocking under savage slams. “You’re destroying me… so fucking wild!” Orgasm crashed, squirting over his hand, soaking the floorboards.
Jax pulled out, flipping her again, ramming back into her ass while fisting her pussy raw. “Cum again, whore.” She did, vision whiting, as he erupted deep in her bowels, cum leaking from both ravaged holes.
Panting, he fed her stew from his fingers, intimate act laced with possession. “Mine. Body and soul.”
Chapter 3: Forest Binding
Afternoon sun filtered through canopy as Jax dragged Elena deeper into the woods, her wrists roped to his belt like a leashed pet. Naked save for his flannel shirt draped loose, she stumbled over roots slick with moss. Birdsong trilled above, leaves whispering secrets, the air alive with loam and wildflower perfume.
“Where are you taking me?” she panted, thighs sticky from earlier leaks.
“My sacred spot. Time you learned the wild’s embrace.” He halted at a sun-dappled glade, ancient oak at center, low branches perfect for restraint. Tying her spread-eagle, arms and legs wide, he admired his work. Pussy exposed, glistening, clit swollen like a ripe berry.
Kneeling, he traced feathers from a raven’s wing along her inner thighs, teasing until she begged. “Please, Jax… touch me.” He smirked, replacing feather with tongue, circling her hole before spearing inside. Her musk filled his senses, intoxicating.
Standing, he mounted her roughly, cock spearing her core while vines scratched her back. Thrusts deep and deliberate, grinding her clit with pubic bone. “Feel the earth claim you. Wild and free.”
The Hunt Within
As she neared edge, he withdrew, teasing her with slaps to her mound. “Beg for it.” Tears streamed. “Fuck me wild, own this cunt!” Satisfied, he plunged back, pinching nipples viciously. She exploded, convulsing, milking him dry.
Untied, they lay entwined, her head on his chest. Guilt flickered—Marcus searching? But Jax’s heartbeat thrummed like a drum, pulling her deeper into his world. “Why me?” she whispered.
“Fate dropped you in my path. You’re the spark to my untamed fire.”
Later, back at cabin, he taught her to skin the deer, hands over hers in blood-slick intimacy. Night fell with slow, sensual fucking by firelight, bodies syncing like predators in heat.
Chapter 4: Escape’s Savage Reckoning
Three days blurred into feverish bliss—Jax’s cock her constant companion, filling every orifice at whim. But dawn of fourth brought clarity. Elena slipped from his snoring form, stealing pants, boots, knife. Door unbolted quietly, she fled into mist-shrouded woods.
Branches whipped her face, thorns tearing flesh. Heart pounded terror-laced exhilaration. Freedom? Or madness? Miles blurred, but fatigue weakened her. A root snagged her ankle; she tumbled into ferns.
Jax loomed, expression thunderous. “Thought you could outrun the wild?” He bound her anew, marching back. Cabin air thick with rage, he stripped her harshly. “Naughty bitch needs punishment.”
Bent over trestle table, ass presented, he flogged her with his belt—crack after crack reddening globes. Welts bloomed, pain igniting pussy anew. “Count them!”
“One… fuck… ten!” she sobbed. Then, his cock rammed her throat, gagging her on thick meat, drool cascading. Skull-fucked mercilessly, eyes watering.
Anal Annihilation
Pulled off, slammed ass-first onto his shaft. No mercy, pounding her rectum like a piston. “This hole’s for punishment.” Fingers in pussy, thumb on clit, forcing unwanted bliss. She squirted violently, screaming around denied air.
He came roaring, pulling out to paint her back in ropes of cum. Collapsing, he held her tenderly. “Never run again. We’re bound.”
Tears mixed with afterglow. Conflict raged—his wild dominance her drug, yet soul yearned for choice.
Chapter 5: Ritual of Surrender 🔥
Week deepened bond. Jax shared lore—survivalist exile after city betrayed him, wife’s murder by rivals. His wild heart scarred, seeking mate in isolation. Elena confessed Marcus’s abuse, fractures mirroring his.
Full moon night, he led ritual. Painted in ochre, naked in glade, drumbeat from his throat. Chanting low, he anointed her body—oil-slick breasts, belly, mound. Fingers plunged everywhere, building frenzy.
“Join the wild fully.” She nodded, feral gleam in eyes. Mounting him reverse, she impaled on his cock, riding hard. Tits bouncing, ass slapping thighs. “Fuck me like an animal!”
He flipped, pile-driving missionary, legs over shoulders. Balls-deep, cervix kissed. Climax built tectonic, shattering them in unison, howls echoing forest.
Twin Flames United
Spent, she whispered, “I’m yours. Wild and free.”
Dawn brought decision—no return. Cabin life fused them: hunts yielding aphrodisiac feasts, fucks amid streams—her sucking him under waterfall, water pounding like second lover.
Chapter 6: Eternal Wild Blaze 💋
Months wove tapestry. Elena’s body transformed—muscles toned from chopping wood, skin bronzed and scarred like his. Pregnant belly swelled, his seed taking root early. Yet desire raged fiercer.
One eve, by roaring blaze, he took her slow. Lips trailing spine, cock gliding into soaked heat. “My wild queen.” Missionary deepened intimacy, eyes locked as she creamed around him.
Post-coital, fingers traced bump. “Our legacy.” Conflict resolved—Marcus a ghost, Jax her predator, protector, passion.
Forest whispered approval, leaves rustling like applause. In his wild arms, Elena found dominion eternal.
The storm long passed, their tempest burned undimmed, bodies entwined in primal rhythm. Taste of sweat and cum lingered, touch of rough hands home. Sight of stars through window, sound of crackling fire, smell of sex-soaked furs—all senses bound in ecstasy unending.
