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A thrill runs through me.
I didn’t know what I was missing all this time, being a virgin.
Of course, Damien said I could come, not that he would fuck me. But regardless every experience with him is so intense that it almost feels like the rest of my life isn’t in color. I shouldn’t think about it this way. Shouldn’t think about him so kindly. But I can’t help it when I’m about to explode because I’m so close to having an incredible orgasm.
Damien pulls me off of him and lies me down on the table. He stands in front of me and licks his fingers, then presses them into me. His face goes down to my clit. He furiously pumps and licks and strokes and tears everything out of me but he hasn’t actually said I could come, and even though I’m close, I don’t.
“Now, come for me now,” Damien moans against my pussy.
Oh God, yes, I’m going to come so hard now. I slam my eyes shut, squeezing my eyelids shut and clamping my pussy around his fingers. I fist my hands into his hair and hold him close to me.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you,” I whimper as I breathe in and out and the sensation courses through me. There’s a fire in my veins that’s tearing through my whole body. Molten arousal heats to my core and my cum is blasting out of me in large, creamy gushes, and Damien is licking them up. The wet sound of his tongue and fingers working my desperate pussy are the wettest sounds I’ve ever heard in my life. He could be splashing in a pool down there; I’m so wet. My legs are shaking furiously, flailing about as if I have no control over them. I really don’t because my body is just an extension of my pussy right now. Damien lifts a hand up and squeezes one of my nipples and I scream. A jolt of lightening from my pussy to my nipple tears through my body.
How can he do this? It’s as if my body was only in my custody before, and poorly. I mean, I’ve never made myself feel this way. I could never even come before. Until I masturbated thinking about Damien. That means…fuck. I mean, Damien owns my body. He knows it better than I do. He presses buttons I didn’t know I had, releases me in a way I didn’t know I was wound. I’m putty in his hands, and I’m right now literally melting around him.
I’m frightened when I start to come down from my orgasmic high. I can’t feel this way about Damien, I just can’t. I can’t let him own me. He can’t control me with lust.
I’ll be good for him as he terms it. I have to, in order to stay safe. I’ll get away, though, and I’ll forget that Damien ever did these things to my body. I’ll try to forget how they feel. I’ll try to forget how he was so comfortable owning every inch of me, and how I wanted him to. I shudder. I can’t think about that. I need to erase all of this from my mind. I have to go to another place when he touches me. A place where that is okay and when I’m free, it isn’t okay and that’s fine because I’m not that person anymore.
I don’t feel confident after I come. I want to hide my body now and the possessive way he touches me, even though he’s pulling his fingers out of my soaked pussy, I just feel so strange. How could I let this man touch me like this? How could I want it?
He spanked me! He didn’t even fuck me and he made me come so hard that I think my head hurts from all the pressure relieved. I’m parched like a desert in my mouth, and my pussy and thighs are soaking wet like I’ve been drenched by a hose. My abdomen is sore from just how hard I came and pushed when I came. My legs are limp water balloons. I can’t let myself be rung out to dry like this at the hands of some insane rich man.
I may not have school anymore—I’m so far behind that I might not be able to catch up; I can’t explain why I’ve been absent. I may not have my parents—I will never step foot in their house again and they are not anything to me. I may not have anything in mind, and the only thing I do want is Damien, but I cannot let this own me. I’m the keeper of my soul, and I can’t let it slide down my pussy and into Damien’s mouth. He’ll swallow me whole if I let him, and I just can’t allow that.
