Come Into My Room

The night is dark -- black with promise and promiscuity. The candles are the only thing that light the room, and all is completely quiet. You're holding me in your grasp, your arms around my body in a loving, but mostly posessive, stance. You feel me swallow from the anticipation, and my mind takes its first plunge into its submissive headspace.

"You want me, don't you?" You ask, and I can't stand it anymore. I know you can sense just what I want. And more than anything, I want you to give it to me.

"Yes, Mark, I do. I want you to desecrate me, defile me -- to take away my control."

You run your hands up from my hips to my arms, being careful to brush every part of my body on your journey up. My breasts become sensitive as you pass by them, and I ache for you to suck them. But even though you're behind me, I can feel that you won't give me what I want -- at least not yet.

You lightly touch my arms, and I almost get high and lightheaded from the sensation. You're gentle until you reach my wrist, and then abruptly rough. I'm thrown against the wall of my bedroom, and I can sense the blood in my veins pumping faster. I want you to have it -- I want you to have all of me.

I'm panting. "Please, take me. Take me now." I plead, but you only smile as you take out your handcuffs, and restrain me so that all I can do is squirm under your deliciously rough touch. I could orgasm then with the anticipation of what you're about to do to me. But I know the best is yet to come.

"Not now, you little slut. Not just yet, you little whore. I want you to come for me first." I whimper even as I listen to the savory sound of your voice, digesting every syllable and sentiment. I want you to rape me...

My clothes are still on, but you see to that when you rip off my shirt and pants with your hands. I can feel the heat on your hands -- it's the heat of desire. The heat of lust, and of want.

And then you smile your evil smile as you move down my body to my underwear. You tear it off with your teeth, and I moan as I feel your hot, sexy breath on my sex. I want to feel your cock inside.... to feel you ripping my flesh apart and stealing my soul.

You move up to my breasts and heaving chest -- a line of sweat has developed inbetween my full, expectant breasts, and you kiss it, slowly and softly. As you trace the line of sweat with your kisses, you begin to bite on the flesh.
I gasp, and my legs move apart involuntarily at your touch.

"God, please fuck me! Take me!" I scream, unable to take much more of this.

You smile evilly. "I'm not even getting started with you, my little cumslut."
Moving to the side of me, you rip my bra off with one tug of your teeth, and it falls on the floor, with my underwear.

You then look up at me, and I'm panting with expectation. I want you -- all of you -- inside me. I want you to dominate me completely.

I can feel the heat of your touch as you gently caress my breasts, at least at first. You then grab them roughly, twisting the nipples until the pain becomes a faint pleasure, sending me plunging into my submissive headspace and whimpering like an animal wanting to be taken.

Then you move down, and I don't know if I can take much more of your teasing with your tongue, hands, words, and voice. But judging from your face, I'm going to be forced to take just about as much as I can stand.

I can feel the heat of your mouth at my entrance, and your tongue teases my aching clit gently. I whimper as you bury your face in my pussy, causing me to spread my legs as wide as I possibly can to accomodate your smooth tongue. It plays me almost like a fine violin, and I moan almost musically as you bring me to orgasm again, and again.

But it's not enough. I want your cock inside me, and I want to feel your sweat on me. I moan in pleasure and pain. "Oh, fuck me, Mark, fuck me hard. I want you to fuck me until I die. Please...."

No matter what I want, though, I come to climax after climax. A layer of sweat and sex clings to my skin, and I wonder how I'm still standing, because the sheer number and intensity of the orgasms you've given me has drained the feeling out of my legs. All of the blood in my body is under the touch of your tongue as it works my clitoris and my pussy. I moan, and come to the last climax that your tongue will allow me for tonight.

I would collapse as your tongue pulled out of me, but the handcuffs that leave such delicious bruises along my wrists hold me up. I look down again at your evil smile, and I still can't breathe properly. Breathing is difficult as I beg, "Mark.... please... I need you... inside. I want you to fuck me until the life leaves my body."

And then I almost have another earth-shattering orgasm as you take a deep breath, and change position to undo my handcuffs. As you undo them, you kiss me, roughly and possesively, without a hint of tenderness. My lips bleed so easily as you bite them, and my soul offers you the blood as you kiss me, and every square inch of my mouth is aware of the kiss. You bite, ravage, and make my whole mouth sensitive to your luscious brutality.

"Fuck me." I whisper, and just as I'm about to say more, you gag me against the door. I struggle at first, but I give in to the seductive robbing of air. I can still feel my pulsing pussy, still vibrating after you tended to it with your tongue, and the pull of the orgasm makes the sensation of losing air all the more sexy.

You let go, and before I can finish gasping for air, you throw me on the bed in an undeniably animal way. I see you finally give in to your animalistic desires as you tear off your own clothes, and you pin my whole body to the bed with the bulk of yours, and fuck me hard and fast against the mattress. Your tongue, teeth, and lips start to suck, lick, and bite at my breasts, and all I can do is scream. You're raping me, and I want you to. You're fucking the very soul out of me for yourself, and I want you to.

All I can say is, "Yes, Mark, Yes.... fuck me hard.... " And the silence of the room is destroyed as I moan and scream.

Then we come together -- you come deep inside of me, filling me up with your come, and my stomach flattens to stand the sheer orgasm and heat of your orgasm.

And you fall on top of me, the sheer weight of you holding me in place, just in case you need me more tonight.