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I’ve never been trapped against a mattress and choked with a cock before. I’m not sure I like it, but not sure I don’t, either.
I like his pleasantly mean words. They make me feel a lot of things, but purely sexual things, nothing scary. I like pleasing him, that comes natural to me, so even though the rest of this is new to me, I use my mouth to make love to his cock, and I can tell he enjoys it by the praise he murmurs to reward me.
“Relax your throat,” he says when he pushes too deep and I start to gag.
Having to hold his gaze as he fucks my throat is intense, but there’s something thrilling about my complete helplessness. My wrists are bound and the way he has me pinned down with his impressive body, my legs are irrelevant. He’s dominating me entirely—his cock moving in and out of my throat determines when I’ll breathe, my bound hands ensure I can’t use those unless he lets me, and if I even dare to look away from him, he’ll punish me for it.
I start to feel comfortable with the powerlessness, the insistent invasion of his cock in my body. My throat learns to relax, and I keep my gaze trained on his even as I moan around him, enjoying myself more and more as I watch his face, seehispleasure as he uses my mouth.
“Such a perfect mouth,” he says, looking deeply into my eyes. He moves deep into my throat and stays there for a moment, letting me struggle around him, then pulling out right before I feel like I’m going to pass out.
I gasp as I’m able to breathe again. He lets go of the belt and caresses the side of my face, easing his cock out of my mouth.
“You did so good, baby,” he tells me, leaning down to kiss my lips as a reward.
He unwraps the silky belt from around my wrists, and on instinct I murmur, “Thank you.”
He strokes my cheek again, a silentyou’re welcome, then he rolls me over on my tummy and pulls me up so my ass is in the air.
“Lean down on your forearms. I’ve gotta have a look at this pretty pussy before I fuck it.”
I sink down on my forearms, popping my ass up for him. I feel self-conscious as I position myself so my pussy is on display for him, but his words quickly ease it.
“Good girl.” He sucks his fingers into his mouth, then pushes two into my pussy. I’m a little tender, but he shoves deep, all the way to the knuckle. “That is a perfect fucking pussy.”
I swallow, trying to ignore the swell of pleasure as he uses his fingers to explore.
When he’s touched every part of me, he withdraws his wet fingers and wipes them on my ass.
Foil tears and I know he’s opening a condom.
My stomach drops.
I know this is the last chance I have to object, but I also know I told him to ignore me if I did. It’s too late, anyway. He has already had his hands, mouth, and cock all over my body. He’s held me down and made me come so hard, I nearly cried.
There’s no going back now.
He fits his cock up against my entrance, and I try not to tense too much. He grabs my hips tight and pushes into me. Just the tip at first, but then he pushes deeper. I breathe through it, inch by inch. My pussy is tight and his cock is thick, so even with the lubrication, he has to force his way between my walls.
He stills when he finally gets all the way inside me. He grunts, his fingers digging into my skin, then manages, “Are you all right?”
“Yes,” I say softly.
“You’re so fucking tight. I’ve never fucked a pussy this tight before.”
I’m a virgin.
I don’t say it. The thought makes my eyes sting, and as moisture gathers on the surface, Jonathan draws back, then pushes into me again.
“Harder,” I say, needing to get back to my numb place, a place that’s just sex and domination, no love, no hurt. No feelings, just my body being taken by someone who doesn’t make me want to puke.
Mercifully, Jonathan obliges.
Once he recovers from the surprise of how tight I am, he gets rough with me again, slapping my ass, fucking me harder, grabbing at my tits like he’s trying to leave bruises on my body. When he slams his cock inside me, my pussy contracts around him, taking every bit of the abuse and begging for more.
The building pleasure scares me because it’s not what I wanted. I didn’t come to Jonathan for pleasure, I came to be used. I don’t want him to make me come, I want him touse meto make himself come.
His brutality makes it nearly impossible to hold back, though. I’m losing the battle against ecstasy, my legs shaking as he drives his cock deep into my pussy and I feel him in my guts.
