Mau was his. Body and soul. He controlled her movements, her breathing, her pleasure, her everything. Caged her against the wall, so she couldn't move away unless he let her. Hand around her throat, so she couldn't breathe unless he allowed it. Deft fingers against her cunt, commanding her ever-closer orgasm. If he had been in a cruel mood, perhaps years ago, he might have teased her, denied her needs until she literally crumpled to her knees, aching and begging for him to give her what she thirsted for so badly. Until tears of frustration streamed down her face and she whimpered in futility at his beck and call.<br/><br/>Fortunately for Mau, he was not in a cruel mood. Rather, he was in a positively ravenous mood, a hunger she had released when she leapt bodily into the fire that was his passion, a fire that threatened to consume him if he didn't release right it at this fucking moment. Which he did, which he ached to do, in every action that took on a more feral edge than civilized. Which he did when he obliged Mau's desperate pleading, her pleasepleasepleaseplease that blended into fuel for the flames, a sweet chorus of her begging that left him hungering for more. Pleas that had his fingers following her guidance into her sopping cunt, soaking his digits in her arousal as they delved into her wet heat, slipping in and out with an animalistic vigor, searching for the first of many orgasms.<br/><br/>Not that he was even doing it for her. No, he was doing this for himself, treating Mau as nothing more than a vessel by which he could vent that beast inside of him that yearned to break free. That coiling serpent of unknowable but violent passion that he locked away, that was finding release in the way that only Mau could give him. So he was damn sure using her for everything that she could offer. And she was reciprocating. He could never be too rough for her, never be too dominant, because she was his, and that was what drove that spike of dark desire through him, that part of him that told him to pin Mau against the wall for eternity so that he would never lose access to her again. A vicious, ecstatic cycle where he released years of restraint onto her willing body and she begged for more.<br/><br/>And he knew she would like it. A ravenous rush surged through him, rearing its ugly head as he felt her delicate fingers wrap around his cock, two pumps enough to bring him to full hardness and send a sizzling promise up his spine.<br/><br/>He had no words for her, only growls and grunts and pants. The haze of frenzied passion that had overtaken him had taken them away, leaving him in a constant state of nigh-primal hunger. Because there was no sensation like knowing how much Mau needed him and because every lustful moan that slipped between her soft lips was a drug and because the sight of her finger disappearing between her lips carrying his essence was an invitation to the deepest depths of his repressed desire. Because her petite body grinding against his promised absolution and her fervent plea for him was almost more than he could take, driving him insane with just how much sheer burning need threatened to take control of his body.<br/><br/>And even amidst all of that, the mere fact that he controlled her utterly, that despite her pull away from the wall she wouldn't be able to move a single fucking inch unless he allowed it, completely at the mercy of his vicious whims. It was a powerful feeling, knowing that she submitted herself to him fully, and she was lucky that his whims brought him away from the wall. The hand around her neck held tight and pulled her against him so that his fingers below could continue their feverish motions even as he steered her forcefully towards the couch, obliging Mau to backpedal as he drove her backwards. He had no concern for her comfort. Indeed, he was practically picking her up by the throat. But even so his fingers kept pumping, because she had to be absolutely dripping soaking drenched for when they reached the couch, because there was only one final way for him to assert himself over her, to make her truly his.<br/><br/>A few stumbling steps had Mau's legs bumping against the couch and Ryan bodily shoved her onto the cushions back-first. He wasted no time before he scrambled above her, flipping her skirt up and almost tearing her panties off with the strength with which he tugged them, revealing her glistening cunt and the sole object of his attention at the moment. Ryan spread her legs with forceful motions, his fingers digging painfully into her thighs, before finally crawling atop Mau. His body crushed her against the cushions, a hand found her neck once more while the other supported his weight, and he felt her warmth under him, a blistering heat to his almost delirious mind. Felt his cock straining just above her, finally freed when he had pulled his jeans down without even noticing, positioned just above her core.<br/><br/>There was no waiting to see if she was ready, if she wanted to prepare herself, or if she wanted to take it slow. There was hardly Mau at all, only his animalistic desire and the outlet who would receive them.<br/><br/>Finally, a growl, laced with dark possession. "Mine."<br/><br/>He thrust down.