She shivered as he held her by her throat and entered her body,roughly,
there was no doubt in her mind that this was a man. His grasp left
bruises on her slender neck. She winced momentarily, her body arched
unconciously to accomadate him, arched to meet his thrusts.He slapped
her again, sending shooting waves of pleasure pain through her body.
he played her body like a finely tuned violin. he picked her up and
turned her over, able to toss her around like a rag doll. She tore
slightly as he sodamised her, she was a very small woman and he was
a very large man. She sank under the weight of his body until she
lay flat on the bed, biting her lip, trying not to call out. "Tell
me you like it, you slut". "Oh God, Yes, please" she
moaned.
They had spoken earlier on the phone, he told her he wanted to come
over but wasnt sure if it was that time in thier relationship. She
told him that if he thought he was her master then he should come
and claim his property. Take what was rightfully his. If he didnt
feel that he was, then he shouldn't bother. But he would have to take
it by force. It was a huge gamble, to put her life, her hopes, her
dreams, her ideals and her heart into the hands of another. To place
all her faith in someone else, to give total control to someone else,
to have that much trust in someone again. To risk it all on a whim.But
life is for living, and some things are worth every risk.This could
be one of those things.He pulled her hair and she cried. He remembered,
it was something she had said in passing, that she enjoyed having
her hair pulled. It mattered a lot, such a small act of tenderness
that was unexpected. Not quite a caress from your first new childhood
sweetheart, but for this type of relationship it was a touching sentiment.He
kissed her, it seems strange to begin a rape with a kiss. He pushed
hard against her legs, grinding into her pelvis. He stood and looked
at her. "you're really just a filthy slut aren't you." She
smiled broadly, he had come to claim her. While not quite everyone's
idea of the way to start a romance, it was not an everyday romance.
She lay silently on the suede covered bed, waiting for him to arrive.
The door had been left unlocked, there was glasses ready by the bed,
in case he wanted a drink. She had lit candles and incense, to make
it feel as comfortable and sensual as possible. Clean fresh towels
for his use were ready and warm. The night breeze blew through the
window, moving the crushed satin chocolate drapes. It was still warm,
althugh the night had long descended. Soon it would be summer and
the sultry night air hung heavy with her perfume and expectation.She
was wearing what he told her to wear, the waiting was intense and
she prayed he would like what he saw when he entered. She turned up
the music so no one could hear her cry out, and she couldn't hear
him arrive.She looked down, her dark hair was framing her face, and
she wore a leather hat. Her breasts were bounding out of her black
satin bra and spilling over. She was wearing a see through leopard
print dress, something special for someone very special. Nice small
neat panties, the fig leaf to be torn from her body. Her legs curved
down to her long boots, that carressed her shapely calves. Her legs
seemed to go on forever into the tip of the boot and the point of
the eight inch heel.He stood watching her for a minute. This slut
who laid before him, his slut, his by right. He could reach out and
take her, or he could turn and leave. It was always up to him. For
a moment he wavered, was she the right woman? He was only interested
in someone very very special. Could she possibly please him? Fulfill
his needs. She was only a slut, what did her opinion matter.Her eyes
were closed. He had been silent, such was his own self control, she
didn't know he was in the room. He spoke, "I am going to make
you hurt you filthy little slut."The thrill of anticipated pain
hit her like a wall of sound. She moaned and he slapped her. She held
her face higher so he could slap her again. He didn't. He had her
arms up above her head and wedged his body between her legs, never
for a second loosing his vicelike grip on her arms, her body trapped
beneath his weight.She was breathing rapidly, short little pant like
sounds. He asked her "what do you want you little slut?"
a pause, "Tell me what you want?" His hand slowly moved
down to her damp underwear and she tried not to wince as he tore at
her newly aquired piercing. Bizzarre though it seems, the pain heightened
her pleasure.After a moment of dizzyingly pleasure/pain she replied.
" I want you to fuck me." "What did you say, slut?",
he boomed authoritively. " I need you to fuck me", she whispered
in a moan.
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