Thread: Running mind, Submitting body [LycanDesire + Me]

James finished his classes early that day. It was around high noon and he briskly walked back to the apartments. The man had a chiseled physique and brown bedroom eyes. His smile made the girls' hearts melt. He was the one their girly gossip was about. The man was wearing a black shirt and dark jeans. His black shoes lightly padded across the floor until he was running up the stairs. He felt the eyes burn through his body. He hated how all the college girls constantly gossiped about how good he'd be in bed. Since the breakup, he hadn't looked at a single girl. There was no girl who would fulfill his desires. Well, except for the ones he paid on webcam. He made them choke themselves and smack themselves while he masturbated on cam for them. Most of them were shocked by the incredible arousal he derived from these actions. No one knew it better than Grace. Speaking of that swiftly running cunt, he saw her from behind and he knew exactly who she was. She had gotten the strength to run away from him and he had never coped with it. A smile crept across his face. It wasn't a benevolent smile however, it was more of a cruel, sadistic grin. She was inches from being in his tight hold once again. He heard her playful conversation about getting any guy in bed. The six foot tall man towered over her and even his shoulders were broader than that of the tiny girl's. She got her keys ready and he heard them ask her to lunch. No thanks. She can't make it today. There it was. That familiar voice boomed from right behind her. James watched as her friends seemed to cower away from him in both envy and fear. The man had an air of dominance that poured from his own being. She would turn just in time to see him. His right hand grabbed her upper left arm so hard she knew it would bruise nearly instantaneously. She had been in this situation before and he hoped it felt all too real. The man slammed her hard enough against her own door that it echoed down the bland corridors. The girls stepped forward but his hand swung wildly toward them and locked like a piston to point them in the other direction. This is NONE of your concerns! Get walking! James looked back into her eyes and he ran his fingertips down her face. I've missed you, baby. You're all I can think about. The soft hand moved down her face and turned to stone when she stroke her across the face with the palm of his hand. That was his weak hand, too. You fucking cunt! You made my life miserable. Did you think you could get away from me? He didn't let her answer, he snatched the keys from her hand and he dragged her to her door. The man worked the key in the lock like a smith and he threw her to the floor inside. The door shut and locked behind them. Outside, there wasn't a sound. Inside, he ripped his belt off and locked it around her throat like a collar. He pulled it tight enough that the clasp left a pressure mark on her throat. Oh how I've missed you, my love. There it was, that familiar tone. So soft, so soothing. A silk to the sandpaper. He jerked the belt upward until she was on her knees and he pressed her face close to his jeans. You clearly haven't forgotten how to submit. I love you. His voice descended into a low, loving, and sadistic tone.