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I gasped as he suddenly straddled my waist, pinning my arms painfully to the bed with his knees, increasing the discomfort as he shifted above me. I was trapped. His cock, thick and hard, bobbed above my lips, just out of tongue-reach as I tried to lick the tip. “No,” he said sternly, raising his hand as if to slap my face. I winced, bracing myself for the blow, but when I dared to open my eyes again he stroked my cheek and smiled wickedly. That smile. That face. He was so handsome it made me ache to think about it. I wanted him from the moment I saw him – tall and dark with those beautiful green eyes and that defined jaw and those lips that made me tremble at the thought of kissing them – on that otherwise humdrum morning in the queue at the coffee shop. I saw him nearly every day after that, our early caffeine fix routines serendipitously synchronised, later discovering that he’d just moved to the area to start a new job, allowing our paths to cross. I often wondered what he was thinking about as we stood in line, what kind of work he did all day, in his smart suit and his tie, if he had a girlfriend or even a wife at home, despite his lack of a wedding ring. But mostly I wondered what it would be like to fuck him, breathe in his scent and taste his kiss. The word lust is inadequate to describe what I felt. I wanted him from somewhere deep in my bones. He always looked so remote and preoccupied, I don’t think he really took much notice of me, despite a few polite smiles and nods of almanbahis şikayet wordless recognition. I had almost resigned myself to just admiring him from afar, when one morning I clumsily dropped my handbag and spilled the contents all over the floor. Ever the gentleman (or so it seemed), he helped me pick up my things and I blushed scarlet as he handed me the pair of emergency knickers I’d forgotten were in there, that had somehow landed at his feet. I cursed at the time that they were virginal white cotton and not something more exotic from my extensive collection. I needn’t have worried. I soon learned that innocent on the outside and sinful on the inside was exactly what he liked, after we got chatting and eventually swapped numbers and all this began. The only thing l knew back then was that I felt an overwhelming animal desire for him that I couldn’t shake. I didn’t yet understand that I would be his but he would never be mine, and that I would want it this way. I didn’t know how natural, how strangely pure and good it would feel for him to own me, but never the other way around. I didn’t realise how much I would gain by giving up my power to him, how spectacular the transendence would be. “You’re not going to suck it yet. You’re going to watch me.” My eyes were glued to his cock as he started to stroke himself, his fist smoothing up and down his considerable length, turning me on and lighting a fire in my loins, his green eyes menacing and glazed as he stared into almanbahis canlı casino mine. He moved back slightly, easing the pressure a little on my arms and making it so his cock now hovered above my tits. My chest was still flushed from our fucking earlier and my nipples were two hard pink peaks on creamy white flesh, further betraying my excitement. He pinched one in each hand, twisting them between his fingers, watching my face until it registered both the pain and pleasure he wanted. I watched him watching me intently, enjoying his scrutiny and being consumed by his gaze. He returned his hand to his cock and started rubbing it again. “You’re just going to lay there like a good slut should while I come all over you. And you are going to like it.” He emphasised the last two words, his voice was deep and firm as always. It was reassuring, yet demanded obedience, and the sound of it could get me wet in seconds, no matter what he said. I never imagined I would come to love hearing him call me names so much, that I would revel in hearing him say I was a slut, a whore, his bitch. That his pulling my hair and spanking my ass would make me melt more than a thousand tender carresses. That it could feel so good to let him treat me so badly yet fuck me so well, and that it didn’t make me feel bad at all, just incredible, and liberated in a way I never knew I needed to be. My eyes narrowed in a mixture of desire and contempt as he pumped his cock faster, the head an obscene almanbahis casino shade of moist red and looking like it was about to burst. I loved seeing him so aroused, his weight pinning me to the bed with his powerful torso looming over me, his dark hair sweaty and falling into his eyes. My heart was pounding and I licked my lips. I wanted to lick him all over. He was just delicious, all perfect contours and smooth skin with a sprinkling of hair on his broad chest. “You like seeing me stroke it, don’t you?” he purred. “I bet you wish it was inside of you right now. I know how much you love to ride my dick. I know how wet you are for it.” “All the time,” I whispered, feeling simultaneously so heavy and so light, I was scarcely able to breathe. “Mm,” he nodded slightly in agreement, “because you’re a little slut who’s always wet and wanting my cock. Aren’t you?” “Yes.” The heat between my legs felt molten, my pussy was dripping just like he said. “Well you’re not having it now. I’ll decide when you… deserve it,” he gasped, his cock twitching and getting even harder. I could see from the wetness at the tip that he was close, probably fighting the urge so he could prolong my torture, and our mutual pleasure. “You want to suck it so badly, don’t you? I’ve never known a whore who likes the taste of cock as much as you do.” His tone was harsh, but his eyes gleamed with undisguised delight as he stared down at me again. “I like to please you.” My voice was soft and almost apologetic. “It’s all your good for,” he countered sharply, his fist pounding a fierce rythym. “You exist… in this moment… to be used for my pleasure. And you like it… don’t you?” “Yes.” His hips bucked as he tightened his grip on his cock, his jaw set with concentration.

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