You and I both know how this is going to go, or at least I thought so.
You throw me off as soon as you’re being affectionate to me as I get off the train- I don’t know how to tell you that I love it and I want to reciprocate and I *can* reciprocate, I was just caught off-guard. The light choking in the train station got me going more than I’d ever admit, especially when you pulled me close and saying you wanted everyone to see I was “your girl”; there was a part of me that wanted you to push me against the wall (I’m not proud of it).
Before I know it, we’re in your room and your hand is wrapped around my throat goading me to call you Daddy. It’s light at first but my resistance pushes you to keep squeezing, take my breath away, and have me fall to the floor. There’s a minute where everything is far away, your voice doesn’t sound real and I don’t know where I am. You take advantage of this, peeling my shirt off me, unthreading my belt, pull my pants off, and lay me flat on the floor. I’m regaining enough sense to see you above me and feel you throw me on to your bed.
“Who’s your Daddy?”
I don’t answer you correctly. You’re hanging over me waiting for me to break.
“Who does that pussy belong to?”
I don’t want to break.
“What does it matter?”
“That’s not what I asked”
You’re calm but as you squeeze harder, parts of your face tense up. Your eyes are staring right through me and it’s unnerving. You find yourself inside of me, trying to put me in my place by taking my tight cunt. You say you’re too much for me to handle- it’s not true.
I can handle you. I could handle getting fucked all day. I wonder if you’re up to that challenge.
I’m caught up in the moment and you keep trying to get me to break.
“Fuck you”
You end up sending a smooch down. That’s when I crumble, that’s when I’m in the palm of your hand and give you whatever you want. You’re Daddy and my pussy is yours.
I forget how pathetic I’ll get if someone is sweet to me in bed. I forget how easily resistance slips away when someone is kissing my neck and calling me princess and how badly I want these things.
I forgot that I get through the most painful scenes with praise and sweet nothings.
You must feel pretty good about yourself.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/m4c5kt/illicit_affairs_fm