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I hear him digging in the box, the lightbulbs rattling against the cardboard. I wish I had read the length they are so I at least know what we’re working with here.
The box clatters to the ground and the lights brush my calf as he drops them in place on the bed. His warm finger slides down my pussy, still soaked with desire. I shift my weight back, leaning into his touch.
“I love how ready you are for me,” he says, stroking my exposed ass. His voice has reverted to silk, and I just want to hear it on replay. When I hear shuffling, I assume he must be removing his boxers.
After more shuffling, the sound of tearing makes me realize three things. One: he’s tearing open a condom. Two: I didn’t even think about protection. Three: this is actually happening.
My pussy tightens with the last realization and my nipples harden, brushing against the sheet. There’s a moment of silence before his hands grasp my cheeks, squeezing and stroking.
“Something tells me you need me to start slowly,” he says. That sounds like a challenge, and I want to tell him to do whatever he wants; that I can handle it. But I’m honestly not sure if that’s true, so I keep my mouth shut.
His dick lines up at my entrance and I inhale a breath full of anticipation. His hands glide up to my hips and grip tightly, then pull me onto him. As he enters, I hold my breath.
And then the feeling of euphoria takes over. If it’s my year's dry spell or him, I don’t know, and I don’t want to figure it out. I just want to feel him deep inside me. I tighten over him and hold in my moan, some part of my brain still remembering that we need to stay quiet.
“You feel so fucking good, Kate,” he says, lust dripping from every syllable. He stays still for a moment, his hard cock throbbing and teasing me. I squirm my hips, unable to resist asking him for more. He grips my hips harder at that, his nails digging into my skin.
Rather than pulling out and giving me what I need, he brings one of his hands to my clit and starts rubbing it. My blinded eyes roll into the back of my head and I’m actually grateful we’re not in missionary position. I’m not sure that I would let myself be this vulnerable.
“That feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Mmhmm,” I half speak, half moan.
Then he pinches my clit and I shove my head into the mattress to stifle my scream.
“Shhh,” he soothes, and I find that it actually feels…good.Not terrifying, the way it probably should feel when he’s in control like this.
“I want to provide you with pleasure. I do. But you have to be a good girl. And good girls earn it. So stop being a bad girl and show me just howgoodyou can be.”
He resumes rubbing my clit and the sensation is ten times more intense after his assault. I moan into the mattress, too overcome with pleasure to move my head to the side for air. He stands up, his hand returning to my hip, and he withdraws his dick.
He slides in and out at an even pace, my pussy tightening and getting wetter than I can ever remember it being. It feels so good and I want more so desperately, but I force myself to focus on not moving a millimeter. He gradually increases the pace and I start to pant with the oncoming orgasm.
And then, he stops. He pulls all the way out of me, leaving me cold and exposed and frenzied. I let out my second whimper of the night, feeling as pathetic as I did the first time. But if it gets him to thrust back into me, I won’t regret it.
“We need to be quiet, remember, baby?”
I nod my head, but who knows if he can see it. I turn my face to the side to catch a deep breath of air now that some of my brain cells are functioning with the lack of him.
I hear a rustling and he says, “Lift your head.”
I do, my neck straining with the euphoria floating through me and the wish to just let it take me. I hear movement on either side of my face before something is placed around my neck. A piece of it pokes me, and I realize it’s the Christmas lights.
The tension on the cord I feel a moment later tells me he’s pulling. I let my neck angle further back, and he wraps another strand around, doubling on the pressure. He pulls tighter, but my neck can’t shift any more, which restricts my airflow even more.
“This should help.” I can hear his grin and I’m sure he’s proud of himself. I’m at his mercy and I should be more frightened. But right now, I just want him back inside me so I can come.
I get exactly what I wish for, though in a much rougher way. He thrusts back into me with excruciating force, causing my face to fall towards the mattress. But it only moves a few inches due to the cord pulling on my neck like horse reigns, my ability to breathe nearly non-existent.
He pounds into me and I can hardly catch my breath. I move my arms to hold me up, the bra straps straining as they pull apart. My hands clench the bed sheets as I swallow my moans. But then he stops again, this time with his dick deep inside me. I try to whimper pathetically a third time, but no sound comes out and now I really can’t breathe.
I’m seeing stars as my face burns with the rush of blood. I find it ironic that he made me keep quiet yet the sound of his palm hitting my ass reverberates around the room. “Back down,” he hisses, and it actually sounds like he’s angry.
I shift to my elbows, and he pulls on the cord. I put my arms down on the bed, and he loosens his hold before thrusting into me again. He grabs one of my hips, moving me to meet him at every thrust.
“That’s a good fucking girl. Just look at this, you taking me so well. I knew you’d be wild for this.”
I am wild. I’m out of my goddamn mind with his movements and the restriction of air. I’m afraid I might actually pass out, but the building climax doesn’t let me care. As soon as I think that I’d like to rub myself to help him push me over the edge, he takes his hand off my hip and circles around, rubbing my clit vigorously. The cord loosened with his movement so I take in a strangled breath through my mouth.
