you will always be mine, darling
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Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,501
Reviews:
3
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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you will always be mine, darling
It wasn't as if she was scared, just the fact that she had a stranger practically running after her. She was begging her stiletto's not to break, hoping that maybe she could run home and forget it all. But today, was proving not to be her day. The stranger caught up to her, causing the clicking of her heels to cease, as she was lifted up by her waist, and slammed against the brick wall, causing her breath to hitch and she was forced to look at the stranger. The possessive gleam in his eyes caused her panic to rise, and she begun struggling. A feral growl ripped out of him, before his hands caught her flailing wrists, pinning them above her. She drew a deep breath, ready to scream, but the sound was muffled by lips coming in contact with hers. The feeling was distracting, his lips being cold against her warm ones, causing all fight in her to cease for just a few seconds.
It seemed that these few seconds were all that he needed in making all of her resistance futile. Her wrists were bound together, as she was picked up against the wall and her legs were forced to encircle his waist, and by instinct, she locked her ankles and pulled him closer. The dark chuckle that left him would most likely be called stereotypical, but it was enough for her eyes to widen and realise what she had done. But the way he was now pressed against her, made it near impossible for her to fight. Her legs were locked, the only thing she was capable of doing was squeezing tighter, and she knew he'd just like that. So instead, she unlocked her ankles and just was there, letting his cold lips caress hers.
As the pressure on her lips lessened, she once again drew breath to scream, and just when she had opened her mouth, a ball gag was promptly placed into her mouth. And if her eyes hadn't widened enough by the panic, they sure were wide now. All that left her was a muffled shout and she begun to thrash about. But all this was halted, when she felt the cold, unforgiving edge of a knife against her side, and she grew still, completely frozen. Once again, he chuckled. A shiver ran up her spine, as the flimsy shirt she was wearing was promptly slit into shreds, fluttering to the ground. A strong shiver ran through her, as his unoccupied hand went to travel on her smooth skin. The hand drew patterns, whilst her muscles tensed, as if wanting to shy away from the defiling touch. But the hand continued its journey, now up to her cleavage, covered in a modest bra. And she couldn't help but notice, how her breath began to get heavier and that she was nibbling her lower lip.
The plaid skirt was quickly slit as well, it falling in shreds to accompany the shreds of the shirt in an unidentifiable pile on the ground. Without a second thought, all other garments were slit and all she could do was let out a muffled cry of protest. And he only grinned at her, his hand wandering. The succulent breasts were first to fall underneath the exploring of the hands, fingers tweaking, pinching and rolling the nipple around, whilst his lips descended onto the other one, doing a complete replica of what the hand was doing, except with his lips and tongue. The once resisting woman, now let out a muffled moan, as her ankles once again rose to lock behind his back. Her eyes wandered to look at the dark head contrasting against her pale skin, and she could feel the shame seeping into her. Her back was arching, trying to get more from his mouth and fingers, yet she still raised her eyes to look up at the black sky, one tear leaving her eyes.
It seemed that this was some sort of signal that the man had been awaiting, for without much thought, his lips trailed upwards, onto her clavicles, and to the joint of her shoulder and neck. There, he placed a nip, causing her breath to hitch once again. His lips curled into a smile as he let his hand wander even more, this time between her lower lips, and with quick succession he found her clit and applied gentle pressure onto that nub, causing the woman to gasp and arch her back. The man smiled the perverse satisfaction of seeing the woman looking up, bound and gagged, was enough for the man's arousal to be heightened to being almost painful. Still, he didn't want to rush this, and so his fingers kept playing with the nub, pinching, rolling and pressing on it, until the woman was weeping and thrashing. Only when he could see and feel her body tightening, was he satisfied.
She was ashamed. She had reached her orgasm without too much coaxing. Her breathing was shallow, quick in its tempo and she was trying to control herself. Yet the man's fingers never ceased to play with that nub, and soon, she was on edge again. But her whole body tensed, when his fingers stopped and she heard a zipper being opened, and now, her thrashing wasn't because of pleasure. It was out of panic. She hadn't realised yet, how futile it was. She hadn't realised, that the man would want his pleasure as well. But she was brought to a painful realization, as she felt the tip of his penis at her opening. Tears were now freely rolling on her cheeks, her muffled cries only causing the man to smile. And without further ado, he entered her in one swift, deep stroke. Her back arched, eyes shooting upwards to look at the sky as a scream tore it's way from her throat, only to be muffled by the gag. He was too big, even with the amount of lubrication she already had produced, and with some sick realisation, she noticed he wasn't even fully in yet.
The next thrust was even more painful, another scream tearing her throat, once again to be muffled. The man grunted, somewhat annoyed that he hadn't entered her fully even then. And so, his hands found their way onto her waist, placing her bound hands around his neck before doing so, and shifted her higher, and kept her there. His eyes searched to connect with hers, one hand releasing its grip on her waist to untie the gag and let it drop before returning his hands to its previous position, and when they finally did, he thrust once again, though now his hands at her waist pulled her down and forced him to impale her fully. He revelled in that bloodcurdling scream that tore from her, and he revelled in every scream that came afterwards yet none made him as delirious as the first one.
She was in pain. Correction, she was in tortured agony. Every thrust made a scream tear out of her, for she knew something inside of her had ripped. She couldn't function, and she felt herself go completely limp, letting herself fall prey to the brutal antics. She knew his hands were going to leave a bruise, she knew that she would be bleeding. And the most shameful thing she knew now was that she felt her body tightening, readying itself for another climax. Her screams, weren't of pure pain anymore. The friction created between their bodies, also created friction on her clitoris, whilst the girth of him caused him to fill her exquisitely. All of this would have only brought her pleasure, but the sheer length of him mingled pain with the pleasure, causing her mind to slowly cloud over, and her hips to move and grind against his.
The pair was now letting their voices mingle; the woman's cries entwining and accentuating the moans and grunts of the man. The pace grew even more rapid, the sounds becoming even more desperate, as the two clung to each other. And with a cry from both participants, it was evident they had both reached orgasm. And just then, it began to rain.
The man let his weight crush her against the wall, as he let his breathing slow down. The woman begun sobbing, and with a sigh, the man withdrew, lifted her arms from around his neck, unlocked the cuffs and let her slide onto the ground. With a sated smile, the man straightened his slacks and kneeled by the shuddering and crying figure of the woman. His finger found its way under her chin, lifting her head up as he placed one kiss on her lips. And before walking away, he said; "Don't worry, darling, you'll always be mine."
Tsceh.
It seemed that these few seconds were all that he needed in making all of her resistance futile. Her wrists were bound together, as she was picked up against the wall and her legs were forced to encircle his waist, and by instinct, she locked her ankles and pulled him closer. The dark chuckle that left him would most likely be called stereotypical, but it was enough for her eyes to widen and realise what she had done. But the way he was now pressed against her, made it near impossible for her to fight. Her legs were locked, the only thing she was capable of doing was squeezing tighter, and she knew he'd just like that. So instead, she unlocked her ankles and just was there, letting his cold lips caress hers.
As the pressure on her lips lessened, she once again drew breath to scream, and just when she had opened her mouth, a ball gag was promptly placed into her mouth. And if her eyes hadn't widened enough by the panic, they sure were wide now. All that left her was a muffled shout and she begun to thrash about. But all this was halted, when she felt the cold, unforgiving edge of a knife against her side, and she grew still, completely frozen. Once again, he chuckled. A shiver ran up her spine, as the flimsy shirt she was wearing was promptly slit into shreds, fluttering to the ground. A strong shiver ran through her, as his unoccupied hand went to travel on her smooth skin. The hand drew patterns, whilst her muscles tensed, as if wanting to shy away from the defiling touch. But the hand continued its journey, now up to her cleavage, covered in a modest bra. And she couldn't help but notice, how her breath began to get heavier and that she was nibbling her lower lip.
The plaid skirt was quickly slit as well, it falling in shreds to accompany the shreds of the shirt in an unidentifiable pile on the ground. Without a second thought, all other garments were slit and all she could do was let out a muffled cry of protest. And he only grinned at her, his hand wandering. The succulent breasts were first to fall underneath the exploring of the hands, fingers tweaking, pinching and rolling the nipple around, whilst his lips descended onto the other one, doing a complete replica of what the hand was doing, except with his lips and tongue. The once resisting woman, now let out a muffled moan, as her ankles once again rose to lock behind his back. Her eyes wandered to look at the dark head contrasting against her pale skin, and she could feel the shame seeping into her. Her back was arching, trying to get more from his mouth and fingers, yet she still raised her eyes to look up at the black sky, one tear leaving her eyes.
It seemed that this was some sort of signal that the man had been awaiting, for without much thought, his lips trailed upwards, onto her clavicles, and to the joint of her shoulder and neck. There, he placed a nip, causing her breath to hitch once again. His lips curled into a smile as he let his hand wander even more, this time between her lower lips, and with quick succession he found her clit and applied gentle pressure onto that nub, causing the woman to gasp and arch her back. The man smiled the perverse satisfaction of seeing the woman looking up, bound and gagged, was enough for the man's arousal to be heightened to being almost painful. Still, he didn't want to rush this, and so his fingers kept playing with the nub, pinching, rolling and pressing on it, until the woman was weeping and thrashing. Only when he could see and feel her body tightening, was he satisfied.
She was ashamed. She had reached her orgasm without too much coaxing. Her breathing was shallow, quick in its tempo and she was trying to control herself. Yet the man's fingers never ceased to play with that nub, and soon, she was on edge again. But her whole body tensed, when his fingers stopped and she heard a zipper being opened, and now, her thrashing wasn't because of pleasure. It was out of panic. She hadn't realised yet, how futile it was. She hadn't realised, that the man would want his pleasure as well. But she was brought to a painful realization, as she felt the tip of his penis at her opening. Tears were now freely rolling on her cheeks, her muffled cries only causing the man to smile. And without further ado, he entered her in one swift, deep stroke. Her back arched, eyes shooting upwards to look at the sky as a scream tore it's way from her throat, only to be muffled by the gag. He was too big, even with the amount of lubrication she already had produced, and with some sick realisation, she noticed he wasn't even fully in yet.
The next thrust was even more painful, another scream tearing her throat, once again to be muffled. The man grunted, somewhat annoyed that he hadn't entered her fully even then. And so, his hands found their way onto her waist, placing her bound hands around his neck before doing so, and shifted her higher, and kept her there. His eyes searched to connect with hers, one hand releasing its grip on her waist to untie the gag and let it drop before returning his hands to its previous position, and when they finally did, he thrust once again, though now his hands at her waist pulled her down and forced him to impale her fully. He revelled in that bloodcurdling scream that tore from her, and he revelled in every scream that came afterwards yet none made him as delirious as the first one.
She was in pain. Correction, she was in tortured agony. Every thrust made a scream tear out of her, for she knew something inside of her had ripped. She couldn't function, and she felt herself go completely limp, letting herself fall prey to the brutal antics. She knew his hands were going to leave a bruise, she knew that she would be bleeding. And the most shameful thing she knew now was that she felt her body tightening, readying itself for another climax. Her screams, weren't of pure pain anymore. The friction created between their bodies, also created friction on her clitoris, whilst the girth of him caused him to fill her exquisitely. All of this would have only brought her pleasure, but the sheer length of him mingled pain with the pleasure, causing her mind to slowly cloud over, and her hips to move and grind against his.
The pair was now letting their voices mingle; the woman's cries entwining and accentuating the moans and grunts of the man. The pace grew even more rapid, the sounds becoming even more desperate, as the two clung to each other. And with a cry from both participants, it was evident they had both reached orgasm. And just then, it began to rain.
The man let his weight crush her against the wall, as he let his breathing slow down. The woman begun sobbing, and with a sigh, the man withdrew, lifted her arms from around his neck, unlocked the cuffs and let her slide onto the ground. With a sated smile, the man straightened his slacks and kneeled by the shuddering and crying figure of the woman. His finger found its way under her chin, lifting her head up as he placed one kiss on her lips. And before walking away, he said; "Don't worry, darling, you'll always be mine."
Tsceh.