My teeth dig into the flesh of my lip as I slap a hand to my mouth, keeping in the sounds that threaten to escape. There’s no telling what he’ll do if he finds me, I have to stay hidden and quiet. I slink deeper into the confines of dress suits and ties. My heart hammers in my ears as his shadow crosses near the closet door. I hold my breath.
The longer I stay in the closet, the hotter it gets. It’s uncomfortably warm, now. Sweat is beading on my brow. I take in a slow, deeper lungful of air to chase away the discomfort. My calves start to hurt, so I flex my legs to ease the ache. I can’t stay in here anymore, but I have to. Soon, his shadow is gone. If he knew I was in here he would have flung the door open.
I make my way to the louvre doors so I can peek into the room. Seeing nothing, I take a deep breath of air through the wooden slats, and slowly push it open. I tiptoe through the room, listening for any sounds that will tell me where he is.
I press myself against the outside wall of the room, listening for noises before I make my way across the threshold. I catch sight of myself in the bathroom mirror as I slink down the hallway. I’m a ragged mess. My shirt is barely recognizable; it hangs in tattered shreds from my shoulders.
I have no idea where he is. If he's in the office or the den I need to stay behind the couch so I can make my way to the kitchen. I drop to my hands and knees, and slowly crawl down the hallway.
Slowly, inch by inch, I make my way across the living room. I peek over my shoulder to make sure I haven't been seen. The kitchen is only a few feet away, if I can get there it I’ll be okay.
When I’m two feet shy of the kitchen, I hear a noise behind me. I turn to see him coming after me, his massive form barreling down the hallway. Adrenaline kicks in, surging through me. I lurch to my feet. By the time I’m on my toes and moving forward, his powerful arm is around my waist. I shriek as he rips at the remains of my shirt and the last shreds of clothing fall away. I’m naked and filled with nothing but panic. In a frenzy, I shove my upper body against him. He loses his balance and falls headlong over the couch. I topple to the floor.
“Fuck!” he yells.
I clamber to right myself. Heading to the hallway, I hope to lose him in one of the rooms. My feet slip on the floor as I round the corner, I almost fall. Behind me, the couch skitters and bangs into the wall as he leaps over the top. My heart is pounding when I slam the bedroom door shut. His footsteps grow louder as he runs after me. I lean against the door panel, anchoring my bare feet into the carpet. Fear races trough me, my heart thuds in my ears.
The effort to hold the door shut is wasted. I’m too slow, too small, and too weak. He shoves the door open enough to reach his hand through and grope my shoulder. I scream as I dive across the bed, trying to slither into the far corner of the room. I try to bury myself under a pile of clothes. Though it’s a childish escape attempt, it’s all I can think of.
His long, powerful legs propel him around the edges of the bed. Proving that he’s faster, stronger, and smarter than me. I jump across the bed again, scattering clothes and the pillows as I head back toward the door. I am too slow, hung up in the sheets. With his strong, massive hand he grabs one ankle and pulls me to a stop.
I scream, kicking my free leg. He swats my feet away and wraps his hands around both of my ankles. I claw at the edge of the mattress, struggling to pull myself away. For a moment I think it's a useless effort, but the fight in me hasn’t been squelched. I strain my muscles as I pull forward and gain an inch. My breaths are coming in quick pants, and sweat has made my skin slick. I gain another inch, just enough to get my arm to the handle of the door.
Grabbing the knob tightly, I tug as hard as I can. I kick, twist, and flail my legs. One foot frees from his grasp. I kick and wriggle some more until his other hand slips off. I feel smug and triumphant with both legs free. I work quickly to get away from him, crawling toward the edge of the bed.
I manage to get my arms over the side of the mattress. Scrabbling and grasping at the seams to pull myself off the bed. He grabs a hold of my ankles before I can make it, yanking on my legs. The sudden jerk makes me lose my grip, my torso falls forward, and my head almost hits the floor. I try to scream but it’s useless, my lungs are burning.
He wraps his fingers tightly around my ankles to prevent another escape. I’m breathless and panting, my head is swimming from this awkward position.
“Getting away?” he asks. Laughing at my efforts, he delivers a rough, sharp slap to my bare ass.
I straighten my arms, lifting myself off the floor, so the blood-rush can fade from my head. “Too late for that, isn't it?” I ask, gasping for air.
He smacks my bare ass again, the harsh wet sound echoes in the room.
“I think I’ll keep you like this.” With his hands still on my ankles, he forces my legs apart. I can feel the bed dip as he kneels between my feet. “The view of your ass like that, and your wet little pussy, is just too irresistible.”
I try to look at him over my shoulder but all I can see is my ass in the air. I cross my arms together on the floor when they begin to shake. It’s a struggle to keep my head off the carpet, but I manage.
With a deep groan he delivers stinging bites and gentle licks to my calves, one and then the other. My feet twitch as my nerves are assaulted. The sensation is erotic, pain and pleasure blend together with a fuzzy edge.
He runs his hands along the outside of my legs with a firm, deep caress. Then, stroking long and steady with his fingers, he trails his hands all the way up my legs. With one, quick move he zips his nails down my sensitive flesh. I groan wildly. When he grazes the soles of my feet with his fingernails I giggle. He does it again, I laugh louder.
Smacking the soles of my feet, he says, “I’ll do whatever I want, finders keepers.”
I laugh quietly. Giving up completely, I rest my head on my arms.
I squeal as he slaps my ass with both hands. It’s a firm, driving smack that makes the bed and my body jiggle. He scratches his hands down the back of my thighs. Once he reaches my knees, he slowly works his fingers back up my legs, ghosting his hands side to side. My nerves flare with anticipation. All the excitement of our little game has heightened my need for him, my pussy is hot and swollen, and my nipples are perked and sensitive.
“You have such a sweet cunt,” he tells me with a soft voice, “It’s so suckable and fuckable. I can’t get enough of it, how it tastes, how it feels on my tongue.”
I groan. The talk is unnecessary, the deep tones and lustful roughness of his voice can send me over the edge at any moment. I am strung unbelievably tight as it is, the talk is just torture. I clench my muscles to try to give myself relief. He smacks my ass repeatedly with hard, jolting thwacks.
“Okay, okay!” I cry out as tears pour from my eyes, wetting my hair, and the plush carpet under me. I laugh uncontrollably, the mix of the pleasure and pain undoing me completely.
My laughter instantly stops when he spreads my hind cheeks and the hot span of his tongue runs between the folds of my soaked pussy.
“Oh Jesus, fuck,” I groan, my voice deep and tense. He does it again, another long, deep lick. “Fuuuck!” I cry out. I buck my hips to try to alleviate the pressure by having some sort of friction on my clit, it's pointless.
He laves at my hot slit, again and again, as I try to wriggle underneath. I’m so close to the edge of the bed, and his hand, but no matter what I do I can’t get any pressure on my clit. The delicious, smooth heat from his tongue on my slick pussy begins to make up for it. Small, teasing spasms of a faint orgasm slowly work through me, only leaving me wanting more.
“Fuck, Goddamn,” he groans as he slips his fingers into my pussy. “Fuck, look at how you just take my fingers in so easily when you’re wet and swollen. Shit, babe. You're so fucking wet.” Groaning, he glides his long, thick fingers slowly in and out.
The friction of his knuckles on my smooth skin is an intense sensation. He forces his fingers all the way in to the hilt, twists and curls his fingers, and then slowly brings them all the way out. All the way in, all the way out. The sound of his wet fingers sliding through my sweet juice sings out into the room. I squirm under his attention, I need come.
“What?” he asks, casual and cool, as if he doesn’t know he’s driving me wild. I can hear a shred of amusement in his voice while he watches me come undone. Draped lewdly over the edge of the bed I probably look like a Barbie Doll to him, a sweet little fuck toy.
He pumps his fingers faster, building up a full, thick heat with the friction. The sound of his palm slapping against my wet pussy is rhythmic and intense. Just as I’m close to coming, he slows his fingers.
My mind reels, relief was so close and he snatched it away. I blindly reach up and grab his thick wrist. Desperately, I try to pump his hand in the rhythm that I need.
“Damnit, please!” I yell, “Just fuck me! Please! Fuck me hard!”
He doesn’t intend to, not yet. My begging is probably what he’s wanting out of tonight. Instead of relenting, he reverts to slowly easing his fingers in and out of my throbbing pussy. I try begging, but he ignores me. I threaten to not suck his cock for a week and he laughs.
“I’m not kidding. Fuck me or I won’t,” I declare, putting as much venom into my voice as possible. For a moment, I think I mean it.
He pulls his fingers out quickly and delivers a short, sharp smack to my engorged pussy. “No,” he scolds, “you love my cock too much.” He slaps my pussy again, I cry out with a twist of pleasured pain. “You love taking my cock deep in your throat just as much as I love fucking you with my fingers,” another slap, “and eating your pussy.”
I curse him in frustration, but he is right. I could not go a week. My need for it would eat away at me because I crave his cock like a drug.
I am quivering, tense, and aching all over. He drives his fingers inside me again. Only now, each thrust sends a rough sting across my pussy lips. My mind tells me the sting feels so damn good. Just like before, he stops once my orgasm builds.
Frustration surges through me, I groan with misery. The bed shakes and springs protest as he climbs off. I swallow my nerves, a little unsure of which way he intends to go with his victory night. He, being the victor of the spoils, leaves me no choice but to go along with whatever he conceives.
When he stands next to me I crane my neck to look up. His cock is hard and stands proud in the air above me. It's absolutely massive and delicious looking, a flesh flavored lollipop. The sheer size of it used to frighten me, but not anymore. Now, it’s a delicious prize I can wrap my lips around, suck and fuck. I can take every inch of his hot, hard flesh into my wet mouth.
“See something you like?” he asks, looking down at me with a smug grin on his face.
I laugh at the whole situation, it's rather ridiculous, to be honest.
Slipping one arm under my chest and the other under my pelvis, I'm scooped up. He tosses me through the air and onto the bed, the headboard clangs against the wall. I giggle as he pounces on me, biting and sucking at my tits. His fingers are deep in my cunt, pumping furiously. With his teeth he bites at one stiff bud, with his fingers he rolls and pinches the other.
I thrust my hips, grinding myself down on his fingers, as blinding streaks of pleasure wash over me. My orgasm builds sharp and quick. Just as it begins to take hold, he takes his fingers away and releases my nipples.
I groan in silence, I don’t want to give him the pleasure of knowing he is able to tease me so easily. Not that my silent effort does any good, he knows me too well. He's ravaged this prize countless times.
Chuckling at me, he pats my pussy gently, and then slides off the bed. In one swift move he scoops me up and hoists me over his shoulder. I laugh wildly, as I smack his tight, firm ass while he makes his way to the living room.
With a swipe of his arm he clears a basket of florals off the entryway table. I’m the least bit concerned about the mess, now, because my relief is finally in sight. He stands me in front of the table, smacking my ass one more time, making me cry out with a pained chuff.
Both of his hands cupping my cheeks, he brings his mouth to mine for a deep, dark kiss. I groan into his mouth, following his needy rhythm. He tastes like me. My flavor on his tongue makes me groan louder, it sends me into a ridiculous frenzy. I crush my lips to his, devouring his mouth. Just as I move to grab his hard cock, he stops the kiss and smacks the back of my hand.
“No Ma’am,” he scolds. Then, he grabs my hips and turns me around. He kisses my temple softly as we smile at ourselves in the mirror. We're sweaty, breathless, lust crazed and naked together.
Eyes on his face in the mirror, I bend over slowly and shimmy my hips. I stick my round ass out toward him and moan seductively. I brace my hands flat against the mirrored surface in front of me. He puts a lot of power in to his thrusts, we'll need the resistance.
The domineering, gilded mirror is a new addition to the living room. He eyes the reflection of my tits, how they press against the cold surface of the table. This is the first time he will able to look at me from both angles while taking me from behind.
With a gleam in his eye he runs his fingers over my pussy, spreading my cream. I watch his muscles flex as he grips his cock and lines it up with my slit. He slips the head of it just barely inside of my silky folds.
Giving me a cocky, knowing grin in the mirror, he holds tightly onto my hips. With an animalistic grunt, he slams his cock into me, hard. I cry out with a guttural moan as my body is assaulted. He meets my eyes in the mirror, pulls out quickly, only to slam back in with even more force. I push against the wall to absorb the energy of his thrust; the table rocks and slams into it regardless of my efforts.
“Fuck, I love how you can take it so hard,” he moans. He then draws out and thrusts deep in to me, again.
Time, and again, he slowly works up speed, slamming into me with incredible force. I watch the mirror, our scandalous tableau in action. I'm panting and desperate for release. His eyes glaze over, as he is lost in the sensation of his cock driving in my cunt. Our firm, harsh rhythm is accented with his flesh loud against mine. The clatter of the table echoes through the room.
He keeps driving into me. Becoming more lost in the sensations as he grows less aware of anything else. His eyes are closed and his cheeks are drawn up tight. His jaw is tense, muscles rigid. His entire body coils and springs free with every thrust forward. His fingers clamp hard on my hips.
The table surface underneath my tits is slippery and hot. My hands are slick with sweat and starting to slip. I thread my fingers together to keep them from pulling apart. My shoulders and arms start to burn. I’m losing my hold on everything. I don’t want to come before he does, so I clench my pussy tight around his cock.
Eyes still closed, he gives a mischievous grin and smacks my ass with his hand. “I love it when you clench my cock in your cunt like that,” he growls , hoarse and out of breath.
“I love it when you spank me,” I groan.
He smacks my red flesh repeatedly; accenting his thrusts with a firm slap to each ass cheek.
“I love spanking you, too,” he opens his eyes and looks at his cock gliding in and out of my pussy. “Fuck, that’s sexy as hell.”
He drives into me, harder, faster, and stronger.
“Come on, baby, you know what I like,” he tells me through clenched teeth.
Keeping in time with his pace, I clench my cunt around his thrusting cock. He drives harder and deeper with every thrust. When I clench my pussy tight and don’t let up, his eyes go wide. He meets my expression in the mirror; he’s lust choked as he holds his breath when he comes. His body shudders with each pulse of his climax. He thrusts with a rocking, tight rhythm as the sensation overtakes him. His eyes roll back. Finally, I let go and give in to a jaw clenching orgasm. My climax is milked by his thrusts, making it last longer.
I collapse to the table, out of breath and shuddering with aftershocks. I’m thoroughly fucked and wasted. My arms are weak and my legs are shaky. In the mirror I can see him standing with his shoulders slack, his head back. As he sucks in lungful after lungful of air he makes small circles with his thumbs on the round of my hips.
“Fuck, babe,” he says in a blissful sex-haze, his voice slurring along his words, “Fuck, I love you and your pussy, holy shit.”
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