My last visit… (pt. 1)
I told her I’d write…. – z
I admit, it makes my cock harder when she tells me to hurt her. The power she gives me is amazing. She fuels my deviance. She knows it, and she feeds on it. Even when all she can get out is “Harder, fuck me harder!” I just want to pierce through her body with my cock. Feel her bleeding on me. She confuses me and she amazes me at the same time. It makes her wet, just thinking about me grabbing a handful of her thick black hair and pulling her head back. I know, because more than once I’ve done it, and kissed her hard while pushing my hands up her skirt and into her panties only to feel my fingertips slide right through those beautiful lips and right unto her cunt. She’s beautiful. You have no fucking idea.
This is how it was. She was on her knees, waiting for me when I kneeled down and pulled at her hair, pulling her head back and biting into her shoulder. She hissed through her teeth, but then melted back into me. I bit harder, until it broke the skin until she groaned, low and sexy while I licked her warm salty blood with my tongue. My cock throbbed. God damn she is so hot. And she’s mine. Mine to fuck, mine to love, mine to hurt. Mine for whatever I want from her. My fear of losing her is equal to my need for her. We walk a thin line. If I did not respect her, she would scare the hell out of me. If she did not respect me, she would never allow me to put my hands on her.
I opened the knife from my keys and tore her panties and tank from her body. “Don’t move, slut, ” I instructed her.
“How will I leave?”
“Do you belong to me, slut?” I threw her clothes on the floor in front of her so she could see them.
“Yes sir.”
“You act as if you do not trust me,” I pushed her forward so she was on her hands and knees and yanked her hair back so her head was up. I leaned forward to talk into ear, “Don’t you trust me, slut?”
“Yes sir, I do,” she whispered, “I’m sorry sir.”
“Remain still,” I told her, moving behind her, “Don’t make me punish you. Although- I may do so anyway.” I reached under her legs and ran my fingertips over her pussy. She was slick and warm. I licked her off my fingers and moved behind her.
Staring down her back, I felt the sudden urge to grab her hair and pull her over. Throw my body down on hers and fuck her. Fuck her hard. Smothering her. Consuming her. But I knew that I should be patient. She deserves to get what she wants.
I know what she wants.
I know these feelings so well. There are none like them.
I feel like I’ve been bound and gagged. I can only watch and smell. And I’m still so mezmerized by the entire affair.
promise you’ll write more!!
my god. Yes. Please.