He is drooling.
Cleaning up the saliva from his lips with the back of his hand.
I am completely naked and he locked the door. There is no running, there is no hiding.
I feel like prey.
Like a dish served hot on a hungry man’s dinner table.
I don’t move. I barely breathe.
Trevor is always playful, even when I tease him to hell and back. Even when he hate fucks me. Now, he feels different. He looks different… staring at my tits like he could bite a whole chunk of them off.
His breathing is so heavy I can hear it… I can feel it.
“Bend over” he says.
I cross my arms making my boobs pop up and it’s like I have strings going from my nipples to Trevor’s sanity. Because my tits move as I breathe and he seems to be squirming inside his own skin.
“You know what was funny?”
“Bend over”
“The way you held on to your beer all night. It was the bottle I shoved in my pussy, wasn’t it? You finished drinking it, but you didn’t put the damn thing down. I noticed this one time when someone tried to take it and you almost lost it. Were you really that desperate to smell me? I mean, what was up with that?”
“Tess?”
“Yeah?”
“Bend over”
“Make me”
“Ok” he says, quickly and carelessly. He grabs me before he even finishes replying. And considering his reply was only two letters, that was quite impressive.
He grabs one of my wrists and my waist, trying to turn me over so he can fuck my ass. I don’t fight him too much, but I don’t make it easy for him either. Trevor is large and thick. I swear his arms are about as thick as my thighs so when he grabs me like this, there is little hope for me even if I was trying to fight him with all I had.
“It’s so fucking easy to make you” he whispers “You said you wanted to be taken against your will and I thought I was gonna be sore and broken the following morning. But no… you’re like a little kitten with no claws”
Why does he have to do that?
Yeah, I know he is like four times my size, but there is no need to humiliate me.
“If I wanted to hurt you, you’d hurt” I say.
“If you wanted to hurt me, I’d tickle”
“Can you be quiet while you fuck me? Sometimes your voice pisses me off”
“You say that and I feel like singing” he grabs me harder and bends me over.
“At least when Ethan dry humped me, he just went for it. Instead of giving it intros like a little bitch”
Is it possible to hear someone’s blood boil?
I think it is.
I think I can hear it now.
Trevor backs off. I am bent over with my naked ass up and yet he is the one in a vulnerable position.
“What the fuck did you just say to me?”
I turn my head to the side and repeat it, carefully, like he is dumb “That when Ethan rubbed his cock against my ass, all he made me listen to was his warm moans. And I enjoyed it more than…”
He shuts me up by grabbing my throat.
His hand is large and strong, when he puts his fingers on my neck they go around me almost completely. And then he squeezes.
He’s done some versions of this before: choking me. But, like I said, it always felt playful. This time it feels real. This time his fingers are unrelenting, tightening around my throat to the point where I can’t even gasp because I have no air. Trevor hasn’t had a hair cut in a while and his hair falls over his eyebrows almost reaching his eyes and when he brings my face close to his, his hair tickles my nose.
“Apologize”.
“Fuck you” I whisper with whatever breath I have left.
He licks his lips like he is about to commit a crime. And then his face disappears from my line of sight as he turns me around. He sits on his bed and grabs me by throat and hair to bend me over his knee so he can spank me.
I am fully naked.
He is fully dressed.
There is something mind numbing erotic about being at a man’s disposal like this.
That and the fact that he is far to strong for me to do anything. He moves me around like I’m a little rag doll, made of cotton and light fabric. He wants me this way, then he wants me that way. I have to oblige no matter how many times I say fuck you, because he is right… I can’t fight him. And I’ll be damned if that doesn’t turn me on.
I sink my elbows in his bed and try to arch my back a little so I can look at him, but he has his fingers on my hair, shoving my face down like I’m a disrespectful servant.
“Don’t fucking move” he lets go of my hair, but still has me grabbed by the neck. He needs one hand to… spank me? That’s what I think, but the hit never comes.
That’s when I hear it: that sweet sweet sound of leather running through loops of jeans. He is removing his belt with only one hand, he loops it around his hand once, like a lasso and rubs it against my pussy.
I close my eyes.
Fuck, this is good.
My puss is still fresh from waxing to the point where my skin is very sensitive. Even panties and shorts pressing against it already feel a little odd. The leather on his belt is something else. Hard and edgy. He caresses my slit with it and I feel it slide more and more as it gets lubed up by my pussy honey. But then he turns it a bit and the edges of the leather hit my clit like a knife, waking me up from the torpor of pleasure with a slice of pain.
I bite my lips to have some control over my moans.
Fuck, I like pain.
I really fucking love pain.
I had no idea.
I can’t really understand it or explain it.
If I am being completely honest, I am not even sure I can accept it.
But it’s true.
The edges of the belt cut into my pussy and I feel my tits going hard and my head going light.
“Apologize, and you get the belt” he says “Don’t apologize and I’ll fist fuck you. Choose”
“I want the belt” I beg. Fuck I want that belt. I wanna feel it burning against my ass.
I am bent over his legs, so my boobs are brushing agains his jeans. I can’t really move my arms in this position, not without him squeezing my throat tighter.
“Apologize”.
“I’m sorry” I say begrudgingly while rolling my eyes.
“Did I hear attitude in your voice?”
“You heard an apology. Don’t be a needy bitch”
I think he dropped the belt on the bed because the thing being pressed against my pussy is his hand. He fucks me with one finger and that is enough to kill the mood.
I am bent over his knee laughing my naked ass off.
That was his threat? Really?
He threatened to fist me but decided to… finger me instead?
“This is how you punish me?” I am laughing. He puts another finger in but whatever “I think you lost your skill, Trev. I’m bored”
The hand around my neck chokes me so hard my whole head shakes back, like a bad dog being pulled by the collar. That’s when finger three and four go in. And the finger five.
My eyes go wide cause this feels weird as fuck.
I’ve had some pretty large dicks in me, Trevor’s being one of them but a full fucking clenched fist plus some forearm is too much. My pussy muscles are stretching like I am giving birth to his arm, and there is so much man inside me that all those little delicious nerves inside my puss are feeling him, everywhere at the same time.
He presses in a little more.
Fuck.
Ok.
Enough right?
How much of his forearm is he gonna ravage me with?
He is hard in his jeans. His erection is obvious, poking me across his lap, like he is ready to fuck me through his pants and my stomach.
I try to say no, but he is grabbing my throat too tightly so I shake my head.
“You ready to apologize?”
I nod and he lets me go so I can speak.
“I’m sorry” I squirm my whole body still bent over his lap trying to escape his fist but I don’t think it’s possible for a woman in my situation to escape this hold at all.
“What?” He pretends he didn’t hear.
I sink my fingers in his sheets so violently I’m unmaking his bed.
He shoves his fist deeper and I scream.
“I’m sorry. Fuck. Trevor, I’m sorry. I’m sorry”
“What for, baby?” He pulls my hair, arching my body so he can whisper against my temple.
I thought fisting was like being fucked by a large dick.
I was adorably wrong.
Being fisted is like being fucked by an unnaturally large never-ending monster dildo. It’s the thickest thing you ever had up your pussy. It’s the longest thing you ever had up your pussy. And while a man’s hips and thighs carry a lot of punch, being fucked by a dominant hand has a powerful kick of its own. And it’s easier… he doesn’t have to hold his body weight on his hands and elbows, which means he won’t get as tired as fast.
I try to move my legs to crawl away from his lap and get that fucking arm out of my pussy but he has a hold of my hair like I’m a pet. Like he is trying to have me bathed and cleaned and I am not cooperating.
“Shh-shh. What are you apologising for?”
“For… for…” I am still trying to crawl, trying to squirm, trying to turn. That arm inside me doesn’t feel natural one bit and yet I am leaking pussy juice like an ice cream cone in the summer, pulling and pushing his bed linen until his sheet are a clump around us “Fuck, Trev… for whatever. For everything. For calling you names. I’m sorry. Please, I’m sorry”
He takes his fist out and I feel like I am breathing for the first time.
He kisses my temple, says “Good girl” and then he hits me.
His belt smacks my ass so hard I can hear it echo around the walls.
I gasp in surprise, grabbing his thigh and pressing my stomach against his erection like a whore.
“That’s my good girl” he smiles, stroking my hair “You want more?”
“Yes, please, daddy” I think I say these words, but they come out of my mouth sounding like one single long moan.
He whips me again.
I noticed he has been spanking me harder every time he does it. And every time I think “ok, now he is spanking me as hard as he can” only to be proved wrong the next time, when his hit is even stronger.
The belt hurts me the worst. But now I’m not sure if he can still do more.
“Trev?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“Are you hitting me as hard as you can?”
“No, sweetie” he caresses my ass before spanking it again “You want daddy to be kinder?”
“No” I spill so fast it makes him laugh “I wanna feel the hardest you can do. Can you stop holding back?”
“No. We go slow”
“Please” I cry, pressing my body against his cock “Please, Trev. Please, spank your baby girl. She wants it”
“Does she?” He kisses my forehead.
“Yes, please”
“The hardest I can?”
“Yes” I have a smile now. I am so wet, it’s pathetic.
“Ok” he whispers “this is gonna hurt”
“Don’t hold back” I beg and brace for it.
He doesn’t hold back.
He whips my ass with such an intense violence my whole body moves forward and he needs to hold me to keep me in place. The sound is so loud I am sure everyone heard us downstairs and… if they didn’t hear the sound of leather against skin, they definitely heard my scream.
It burns. Like the belt slashed my flesh and I now have an open wound.
It’ hard and painful… and delicious.
“Fuck” Trevor sounds upset “I shouldn’t have done that” he kisses my ass cheeks where he hit them “That’s gonna leave a mark”
“It doesn’t hurt so much” I say, but that’s just cause I’m wet like a virgin being fingered for the first time. It does hurt. A lot.
“It will hurt tomorrow. Fuck, I shouldn’t have done that” he kisses my ass cheeks again and I wanna hold him and call him baby so bad right now “I’m not letting you decide things anymore”
“Ok, daddy”
“I decide everything from now on, yes?”
“Yes” I nod, like I’m the best girl ever and I get another kiss on the forehead. I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with me but I am loving these.
“I want your ass now, ok?” He whispers against my temple and he sounds so gentle “I’m gonna fuck it really hard, but you’re gonna take it, ok, baby?”
“I’ll take it”
“Good girl. Bend over”
I obey really fast. What the fuck, Tess? I don’t know why I’m suddenly cooperating but these forehead kisses after the hard spanking are something else.
My clit is so sensitive I can feel it throbbing.
I am so wet that I barely feel any friction when I move my thighs.
“Like this?” I ask, putting my ass up while he unzips his pants.
“Yeah, that works. Stay right there. This is gonna be hard, ok? It will hurt again. But you made me wait all night like a fucking cunt so I will go really hard”. Fuck, he sounds sweet. How can he say mean things and sound so sweet?
“I can take it”
“Of course you can” he says with an adoring voice “Here” he has his cock out and close to my face “Put this in your mouth to lube it up”.
Oh fuck yeah.
I swallow it, spitting on it and licking it good.
Trevor has that loud manly moan that makes me almost reach an orgasm.
“Slowly” he growls “Don’t make me cum. Not yet”
I take him out of my mouth.
“Is this ok?” I stroke it up and down. He has his eyes closed and I think he forgot what he was supposed to do next “Daddy!” I cry “Aren’t you gonna fuck my ass?”
“Yeah, baby” he seems out of it, which makes me feel incredibly fucking hot. He grabs my hips and presses the tip of his cock against my hole.
I had him there before, it was quite fast but it didn’t hurt as much as I thought it would.
But I had a feeling he was going really easy before and I don’t think he’ll be as kind now.
His hands sway through my curves. Trying my butt and my waist, then all the way to my tits and back.
“You are so good” he says, and I don’t think he means my attitude.
He leans over me so he can kiss my nape and whisper in my ear.
“Tessie?”
“Hm?”
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
“Yeah…” I moan like I am pleading.
“I’m gonna show you I can rough you up without you having to make me hate you, ok?”
I think he got a lube somewhere cause I feel a cold gel in my ass.
“I thought you liked brats” I pout.
“Oh, baby, I love brats. But I can be a hard fuck either way. You ready?”
I nod and the strangest thing happened.
It’s like Trevor is now Two Trevors.
Trevor One is sweet and kind. He is worried about me and making sure I am ok. He kisses me on the shoulder and the tone on his voice makes me feel… loved?
Trevor Two is a sadistic dom. He doesn’t give a fuck about my well being and will rough fuck my ass like I’m a sex doll with a plastic hole. His hand is heavy and he’ll spank or pinch anything he wants.
Trevor One seems to be in charge of lips and voice.
Trevor Two seems to be in charge of body and words.
“That ass is mine now, you fucking cunt. I’m gonna fuck it so rough, you’ll be asking permission to sit from now on”, the words coming out of his mouth sound horrible. Nasty. But his voice! His tone! It’s so low and soft. Endearing. Like a teacher who really cares about you and wants to explain that the exam will be hard but you’ll be better for it.
His body around me has absolute control over me. His hands on my hips push my ass into his cock in one sweep. He is not slow or calm. He ravages my once virgin ass like a viking assault. Like he is gonna come, ransack me and leave whenever the fuck he wants.
His cock is thick and my ass is inexperienced, so it hurts.
But I can’t even be bothered by it, cause while his body is violently taking mine with no care, his lips are on my nape and down my shoulder giving me the sweetest kisses.
And his moans! God. I love a man who can moan. Loudly. Proudly. I can feel his pleasure through them. The moans and growls and groans and howls. He is feeling my ass so good.
“Fuck, you’re tight” he gasps “I hope you enjoy this cause I’m fucking your ass everyday”
“If I don’t enjoy it?”
“Then I’ll take it with you kicking and screaming” he says with that loving tone and fucks it harder.
I am moaning myself. Barely able to stop. Biting through the clump os sheets I made around us to try and keep quiet.
Trevor humps me from behind like an animal, with such power on his hips that every time he slams into me, I feel the belt wound on my ass cheeks burn again.
It all hurts. Anal hurts, specially with how hard he is doing it. The spankings also. It’s all the good pain… the one I like. But I am missing some pleasure to make it better.
“Can you make me cum?” I ask.
“Be quiet or I’ll gag you”
“Please, daddy. Finger me a little?”
“Oh, sweetheart.” He kisses my back “No. I am just gonna use you and fill you up with jizz. You’re worthless, you understand? Taking my cum is all you’re good for”
What.
Why.
This is so odd.
I feel upset. He says that and I am longing for my forehead kisses again. Why?
How does he do this? He makes me… needy.
But he… he does finger me.
He places his hand just in reach of my slit and clit, fingers lined up in a way that when he fucks me, the movement makes my pussy brush by all his four fingertips.
Little bit of pleasure.
But not enough.
So I try to hump his fingertips like a dog, wiggling my hips trying to find them underneath me. He lets me have them but every now and them he pulls them away a little bit.
“Before I’m done. I did promise you this” he growls. His fingers vanish for a second and I almost cry out in despair, but the air gets robbed from me when his belt loops around my neck and he pulls.
Like a pet on a leash. Tight around my throat, choking me the hardest he ever has.
If my clit had a mouth, it would scream. I am so horny I could cum just by being spanked. I can feel every part of my body so clearly. Spread open on all fours on someone’s bed, tits shaking at every strike of a thick cock burning all the way up my ass. The bright pain on my ass cheeks still reminding me of the whipping, while Trevor shoves his pussy juice soaked fingers in my mouth to gag me. Not that I had to be gagged… with that belt looped around me like a noose, I can’t even breath right let alone speak.
I feel like a piece of meat being served and loving every second of it.
I had no idea sex could be this good.
No idea.
God, how will I ever go plain missionary ever again?
He holds the belt with one hand, keeping me leashed like a wild horse and takes his other hand back between my thighs. He slides two fingers through my pussy lips keeping them open. He doesn’t touch me anywhere else. But the strikes of his cock makes my body move and, open like that, it feels like some fresh breeze hits my pussy and fuck my ever lasting life, that feels glorious. Just the puffs of air are enough to make my clit sing and dance. I start moaning like I am begging for my life.
“I’m keeping you as a pet now. Gonna cage you with your shaved pussy up so I can have it every morning for breakfast. But first you’re gonna give me a color, hm?”
I remain quiet cause I’m not sure I understood.
“You hear me, you cunt? Give daddy a color. Right now”
I don’t know what to say. If I say red he’ll stop and I don’t want him to stop. But the belt is a bit tight so I try “Y-yellow”.
The belt immediately loosens. I think he dropped it completely and brings his hand to my throat instead. Holding me lightly.
“And your ass?” He moans.
“It has your shape by now, daddy”
“Good. So fucking good” God, I love his moans. I’m gonna cum “Here, you can fuck this”
He puts a pillow between my thighs and its not a lot, but it’s something. My clit is so desperate to be included and to get any touch at all that my whole body dives for that pillow like it’s the last life jacket on a sinking ship. It’s fluffy and does very close to nothing to tame down my needs, but my body is in agony so I take it.
And I gotta confess…
I miss the belt.
On my throat.
Trev still has a hand there but it’s not the same.
Maybe I was just a bit scared of the novelty. I don’t know.
“Daddy?”
“Yes, baby?”
“It was green before” I decide.
“What?”
“You can choke me with the belt, I liked that better”
Trevor laughs out.
“Of course you did. Fucking whore, you are” he grabs my neck with both hands really tight but doesn’t bring the belt back. Hand does the trick though.
I can’t breath right.
His muscles tighten and I know he is about to cum.
“Fucking cunt” he moans “I’m gonna dump my load in you now. What will you say?”
“I’ll say thank you” I gasp, choking.
“Yeah?”
“Thank you, daddy”
“Yes, you will”
My pussy found a nice angle to hump the pillow, on one of its edges where the pillowcase fold makes it a bit harder. So I am rubbing my clit against it like it’s a full sized dick. The cock in my ass is actually starting to feel good.
Being deprived of oxygen makes every sensation crazy intense. Like they all last way longer than they are supposed to.
I am so close.
Fuck.
I just need a little more.
Just a little more.
“Rub my pussy?” I beg “Please, fuck, rub my pussy” I try to take my hands there to do it myself and Trevor gives up the choke to hold my elbows back. He does it so overwhelmingly that I lose my balance completely, with my arms fully pulled behind my back, my face drops into the mattress. I can’t move. He holds me by the elbows and fucks my ass like a beast. Moaning and breathing loudly rising up to his orgasm.
My body shakes and convulses.
I just need a slap in my pussy. A spank in my ass. A bite on my ear. I swear to God, I just need a little nudge and I’ll cum too.
Trevor starts climaxing and my entire body feels the despair of not being allowed the delicious release it has been anticipating.
“PLEASE” I cry out “Fuck, Trev, PLEASE” I move my ass back humping his cock, squeezing my pussy muscles to try and make myself cum.
And just as he is about to tip over, just as he is almost done, he grabs my puss and my clit.
It’s not a brushing of the fingers, it’s not calm or discreet.
He violates me. Rubs my clit so forcefully it feels like he might rip it off and take half my pussy lip with it.
Going from zero touch, to little touch, to fresh air to being vigorously manhandled like that, is more than my clit could ever take. It’s just like the Two Trevors. The light touches versus the strong violations. The hardness versus the forehead kisses. My eyes roll all the way to the back of my head. I open my mouth in a silent scream while orgasm tears me into twenty pieces of Tess. His moans in my ear are so fucking hot. I can’t hold it in. I turn my face to the side just enough to lick him and that does it for him too. He rubs my clit even stronger and my orgasms (which was almost over) comes back with a vengeance. I feel it building up and blowing up again. One on top of the other. His hot jizz fills my ass and I loose my grasp of reality. My head becomes numb and I think I am squirting all over his bed. He never stops rubbing me. Never. Until I’m done. Until I’m dead.
We both drop on his bed breathing like we just survived a double marathon. It takes us fifteen minutes before either one of us can move.
And he is the one to do it fist.
Turning to get something in his drawer before turning to me with a… gel? Of some kind?
He takes some of it out of the tube and gently spreads it on my ass cheeks where the belt hit me.
“Trev…” I laugh “I’m fine. It’s fine. I asked for it”
“Yeah, but it’s gonna hurt like a bitch tomorrow” he says, ignoring me to keep on pouring gel on my wound “Can’t believe I did it. You’re crazy, I can’t listen to you”
“Well, in your defense, you were really horny”
“I should know better”
“Relax!” I pinch his ear “And I should go” I check the time and you know… it’s a safe bet that all the people in this house now know we are having sex, but one can still try to play innocent.
“No. You’re sleeping here tonight” he says.
“Excuse me?”
“Tess, please. I was really rough with you tonight”
“You’ve been rough before” I look around for my towel.
“Not like this, I wasn’t. Please stay? Let me take care of you?”
“Wow, Trev” I tease him “I am a little disappointed. Take care of me?”
“Tessa…”
“Have you gone soft? Cause I gotta tell you, a true dom would…”
“Tessa, red, ok? Red. I’m serious right now”
I drop my smirk.
“I’m sorry. I thought you were just being silly”
“I’m not” he slowly brings me back to bed and into his arms “Listen, being this rough while being this intimate is something that takes its toll”
“I feel fine. Truly! I wanted all that!”
“I know. But it’s still hard on the body. And… on the mind, I guess”
“Trev, I’m ok. I promise”
“You are ok right now. But in half an hour, you might feel it overcome you, and you might wanna cry and…
“And if that happens, I’d rather be alone!”
“And if that happens, I need to be there for you”
“I’m a grown woman, I’m not your responsibility”
“That’s exactly what you are! Tess…” he rubs his eyes “You trusted me to do all this to you. You trusted me to *hurt you*. It is my responsibility to make sure you are ok. Please?” He rubs my arms, gently “If it’s all the same to you, please sleep here with me? I’ll get you some gel if you’re hurting, I’ll hold you and make sure you are ok. Please?”
I hesitate, looking at him.
I really do feel fine.
But being hugged and kissed doesn’t seem all that bad.
“Maybe forehead kisses?” I joke, even though it’s not completely a joke.
“Definitely forehead kisses” he grabs me into his arms and pulls me under the blankets before covering me with kisses. On my cheeks, my lips and, yes, my forehead “We also need to talk” he says “I need to know what you liked and didn’t like. And how you felt with everything”
“Ok. But can we do that tomorrow? I’m really tired”
He takes a deep breath like he’d really rather do that now, but he’ll give in.
“Yeah, we can do that tomorrow. But we will do that, you hear?”
“Sir, yes, sir!” I salute him, making a little light of his seriousness.
“And hey” he runs his thumb over my lips, caressing me so sweet “You know I say a bunch of stuff cause I know you like to hate fuck, but they are not true, right?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well… when I call you worthless, for instance. You’re not worthless” he kisses my lips and something inside of me is melting “You’re priceless” he smiles.
He has such a lovely smile.
Oh fuck.
Oh no.
No, no, no.
Tessa, don’t you dare start liking him.
Don’t you fucking dare.
“Thank you for trusting me, Tess”
“Thank you for not being an asshole all the time”
“Just some of the time, hm?” he laughs.
“Most of time!” I tease and he jokingly bites me making me smile “Are you gonna sleep with all these clothes on?”
“No!” he jumps out of the bed quickly to get his clothes off and is back in a second.
He pushes me into his arms and sinks his nose in my hair. I hug him back. He feels really warm and soft, even though all his muscles are so big and hard.
He kisses my hair.
“Good nigh, Tessie”
“Good night, Trev”
Yeah.
I’m fucked.