Cum for me, she said.
How could I not? I arched against her mouth with a wild desperation and felt the rush of involuntary surrender that robbed my body from the control of my conscious mind, that hurled me into that space where everything I knew was lost and I only knew the excruciating agony, and pleasure, of yet another orgasm.
I bucked hard, and I could hear myself screaming. Every part of me became feral and seductive at the same time - seductive as if to entice her into giving me another orgasm, entice her to torment me again, until, like so many times before, she tormented me into yet another surrender.
Cum for me, She said again.
How many times? The pain on my handcuffed wrists did nothing to assage the wild rush. The helplessless they brought merely added, powerfully, to the deep ache inside me.
She paused. Damn her! Memories of the hours of depraved play, her wanton enjoyment of my body, and of my soul, memories of the sensations on top of sensations, of hard, engorged nipples sucked like candies, fifteen, twenty minutes at a time and the riots of sensations *that* caused, when at the same time soft fingers teased and teased around pink, clingy folds that were already slick and beyond all control - memories alone, made me moan with a passionate tremor that I could not hide
Damn you! I snapped, knowing that it was music to her ear, knowing that I was taunting her to torment me more. Why? was it because I wanted to have some shreds of control?
Words flitted across my mind. Abduction? rape? Forced pleasure? Can pleasure be forced?
Damn you, I moaned, and arched to the play of her hands on my skin, played like an instrument, trembling, closing my eyes to avoid the leering gaze, the look of triumph on her face, only to see it even clearer in my mind, and I looked back at her and I begged with my eyes while I cursed her
Cum for me! She snapped.
Oh goddess!
How could I not? I arched against her mouth with a wild desperation and felt the rush of involuntary surrender that robbed my body from the control of my conscious mind, that hurled me into that space where everything I knew was lost and I only knew the excruciating agony, and pleasure, of yet another orgasm.
I bucked hard, and I could hear myself screaming. Every part of me became feral and seductive at the same time - seductive as if to entice her into giving me another orgasm, entice her to torment me again, until, like so many times before, she tormented me into yet another surrender.
Cum for me, She said again.
How many times? The pain on my handcuffed wrists did nothing to assage the wild rush. The helplessless they brought merely added, powerfully, to the deep ache inside me.
She paused. Damn her! Memories of the hours of depraved play, her wanton enjoyment of my body, and of my soul, memories of the sensations on top of sensations, of hard, engorged nipples sucked like candies, fifteen, twenty minutes at a time and the riots of sensations *that* caused, when at the same time soft fingers teased and teased around pink, clingy folds that were already slick and beyond all control - memories alone, made me moan with a passionate tremor that I could not hide
Damn you! I snapped, knowing that it was music to her ear, knowing that I was taunting her to torment me more. Why? was it because I wanted to have some shreds of control?
Words flitted across my mind. Abduction? rape? Forced pleasure? Can pleasure be forced?
Damn you, I moaned, and arched to the play of her hands on my skin, played like an instrument, trembling, closing my eyes to avoid the leering gaze, the look of triumph on her face, only to see it even clearer in my mind, and I looked back at her and I begged with my eyes while I cursed her
Cum for me! She snapped.
Oh goddess!
