I think about you pinning me down and taunting me like prey, my legs spread apart by the pressure of yours. You taunt me with your fingers, your breath, your words. You have me wrapped around your little finger. You tear off my dress and expose my breasts and pinch them and dig your fingers in. You tear off my underwear and expose my cunt, already quivering. You tell me to open my mouth and force your fingers down my throat. I take them eagerly. I close my eyes but you tell me to look at you, and I do, reverently, hungrily, moaning softly. When you take your fingers away, you kiss my exhausted lips.
Two of your fingers force their way into my cunt and I whine. You start to fuck me with them and I can’t stop, and you wrap your other hand around my throat, forcing me to stay still and surrender to you. My eyes roll into the back of my head. The edges of my brain start to go hazy. All I know is the way you’re looking at me, the way you’re fucking me, the way you have complete control over me, and how much you’re enjoying watching me lose control. You tell me to ask when I want to come and I do. I beg. Please, please may I come?
And then your fingers withdraw and leave me aching and desperate, my hips bucking into the air. You smile slightly. It wasn’t ever going to be that easy.
You roll me over and tell me to stay on all fours, my ass and still-twitching cunt on display to you. Your hand twists into my hair and pulls it back and I gasp again and arch for you. Your other hand runs over my ass, softly and first, and then firmly, and then too firmly, your fingers digging in again. And then you begin to hit, gently at first, just building the warmth, and then a sudden quick hard strike. You let go of my hair but tell me to keep my head up. I nod, just enough. You start to hit again, faster, harder this time, and I’m trying as hard as I can to keep my head up for you. You hit again and I can’t control my moans, my cries of pain, until you’re satisfied for now. Would you like a break?, you ask me. Yes, please. That’s okay, you tell me, there are other ways I can break you.
I feel something sharp digging into the sole of my foot and I try not to flinch. I feel the point dig into my toenail again and remember the sensation. I know not to flinch. I breathe through it and will myself to be good. I feel the sharpness on the crease of my reddened thighs. The back of my hand. I try to keep my head up and breathe and not flinch. And then you punch me, And again. I feel the weight of your fists in my flesh and let out deep, guttural sounds as I try my best to take it. The sensation is deep and aching and intimate, the contact of skin on surrendering skin, and again I feel the haze of all other sensations blurring as I lose control and succumb to the pain, letting myself moan freely.
When you stop, your fingers knead my flesh just to enjoy the sensation and my pain, and then you command me to kneel for you, legs spread. I meet your eyes again. I want to make you proud. You want to break me more. I want you to.
Do you want to come? You ask me. Yes, please, I breathe. You turn on a wand vibrator and press it into my cunt. Your hand closes once again around my throat. Do you want to come? You ask me. Yes, please, I pant. You slap my face, and slap my face again. Do you want to come? You ask me. Yes, please, I beg, with tears starting to come to my eyes. Your hand tightens on my throat again. Do you want to come? You ask me. Yes, please, I gasp, barely there. You let go of my throat and slap my face again. I start to cry. Do you want to come? You ask me. Yes, please, I cry. Beautiful, broken girl. You can come. Your hand tangles in my hair, firmly, keeping my eyes looking into yours. I cry and shake and push my cunt into the vibrator until I come, trying to keep my eyes on yours through my tears. Thank you, thank you, thank you.
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