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He wants me to move farther along his body. His muscles look like they are about to erupt, about to unleash all his strength on me and my throat turns dry. My eyes go to the cuff. I’m still safe. What is he going to do with one hand?
My breathing picks up when I move over his chest but then I don’t do anything but hover and this is awkward, my cheeks are on flames but he doesn’t seem to care.
“Higher.”
With darting eyes, I steady my hands on the wall behind him and I let out a low whimper. Where does he want me to go? On his face, his mouth...? A tremble drums through me and I know that I should climb down from him and run but instead I inch closer.
And closer. And the closer I come the more he seems to be losing control
“Lower. I want to give that snatched pussy a kiss,” he groans and I gasp, my arms shuddering. I stare at him in shock but then my body takes over and I positon myself where he wants me, legs on either side of his head and I cry out at the first lick of his tongue but he’s not satisfied.
“Need you to make a mess.” He sucks me in and my breaths turn so rapid that I’m practically hyperventilating. The sensation goes all the way to my head and spreads through my scalp and I bite my wet mouth, my sight going hazy from the way he moans while he’s covered in me. His eyes are closed, his hand pressing down on my back and I arch, feeling like I’m about to blow up.
“Ah...” I moan, his mouth feeling like an assault on my senses and I almost go blind. This is why I didn’t leave and it’s crazy but somehow, he’s better than freedom. His massive shoulders rise and fall with his thorough licking, like he’s just on the verge of consuming me alive. Pure, wet lust burns in me, making me feel like I’m drenching him and I let out a sound that sounds both like an attempt to excuse myself and to dare him not to stop.
To my frustration he does stop, rasping, “If only you knew how much I’ve craved you.”
I squeal when he dives back again, this time lapping at me in rough strokes until a scream releases from my throat. I roll my hips on him and my lids grow heavy.
My body feels like its floating, flying somewhere up to the ceiling and my moans are turning louder and louder until I spasm with a choked cry, feeling like I’m melting all over his face.
When I finally come back down to earth, his face is even more strained and his free hand is cupping his engorged shaft. A flare of apprehension moves through me at the sight of it but at the same time I’m drawn to it. I want it, I crave all of him and I scoot down but immediately get nervous again. My eyes go to his but there’s no hint if suspicion on his face. He still thinks I know what I’m doing.
“Don’t just sit there,” he says with narrowed eyes and fretfulness spreads in my chest. “Move on me.”
Oh, how embarrassing. His shaft is hot and angry and already stinging me even before I slide down and I hold back a cry. I don’t want him to see the distress I’m in but it doesn’t stop me from frantically licking my lips. I move on him, trying to slowly grind because that is what he wants. His hand cups my breast and it seems to swell in his palm.
His eyes shimmer with satisfaction and he chews on the pink circles until they turn swollen and a furious red. He’s slashing into me, destroying me for everything nice and normal and it dawns on me that all of my life, I’ve never given my innocence to anyone.
And then I end up giving it up to the least innocent man of them all.
There’s an unfamiliar amount of pressure between my legs and I grind my teeth but the more I pump him, the more that frantic look in his eyes intensifies. Cupping my neck, he pulls me down for a kiss and there’s so much possessiveness in it that I feel it spread through me like a toxin. First it moves through me slow, then so fast that I can’t stop it.
He reaches for something under his pillow but I’m too lost in sensation to pay any attention to what it is and then I feel his arms hook around my waist and he throws me down on my back. My eyes flare in surprise. He’s free. He unlocked himself and I whimper when he looms over me.
Uneasiness fills me and I swallow the lump in my throat. Is he going to show me how mad he is because I tried to escape? But his intentions are clear, he’s not mad. He just wants me and he traps me with his big, slick body so that I can’t move.
If I thought that I was a captive before it’s nothing compared to what I am now. I can barely breathe, his frame is so heavy on top of me that I’m close to getting crushed and yet I’m scared that he’ll pull away.
Bending his mouth to my ear, he rasps, “Ready to get fucked by the man who took you away from everything you know like you’re nothing but a toy?”
Panting, I close my eyes but I want this. It feels so good being pinned by him, in his bed, in his house, in his town. I want to be surrounded by everything that is his. I want to be surrounded by him.
He grabs my face so that I look straight in his eyes and I realize that he’s waiting for my answer.
“Yes, H...Husband.”
“Good answer,” he growls, “you know your ticket out of here is to give me your little cunt?”
My eyes squeeze. What? He’s going to let me go if I sleep with him?
With heated cheeks I nod because I can’t ask him to not let me go. This is what I wanted, isn’t it? This is my chance. Give up my body in return for my liberty.
“Yes,” I whisper but shudder when he swirls his tongue around my breasts in anger, licking them like he wants to dirty me. Make me feel dirty. For him.
A low, malicious chuckle rises out of his throat and he bares his teeth in a sneer. “I’m sorry to disappoint but there will be no letting go after this. You’re going to cling to my cock so hard with your whole, little body that you’re going to beg me to not pry you away from it.”
I pant in response and shivers sprinkle up my spine. His chest is expanding with his exhales, his large, forceful muscles glistening from his need to have me like this.
