With one look, you had me against the wall. You weren't very far away from me before, but now... Your scent, it invades my body in a powerful rush... Your eyes, they see through me yet seem somehow filled with me... Your body, I can feel it though we're not touching...
Your hands find their way to my arms, instantly pinning me to the wall I'm already backed up against. My breath catches as your stubbly cheek gently, brushes my jawline. Your rough, calloused hands dig deeper into my arms as your body responds to mine. I don't want this, but how can I resist? You're all over me, overpowering me, arousing me, and burning me with every touch and movement...
"Are you really about to take me without my permission?" I ask you with no alarm in my voice.
Your eyes bore into mine with a heat that almost makes me want to blink and shy away. Your jaw is hard and your expression is like that of a wild animal. The charge rushing back and forth between us becomes measurable and it gives the air a certain electric taste. I try to push you away but my efforts are wasted against the brick wall of your body. Why won't you speak? Say something!, I shout in my mind. Your head cocks to the side ever so slightly as you lean so close to my face that I feel your breath against my chin.
"Yes, you know I am," your lips whisper against my lips. I can't help it as my lips part.
You wait no longer to dive into my mouth with yours... Your tongue swirls around my mouth, tasting every part of it intentionally. Your lips massage my own as I follow your rhythm tasting you right back. I can taste the tobacco on your breath while also the tangy flavor that completely belongs to you. I long to touch you but you keep just out of my reach, frustrating me even more... My head fogs up as I fall deeper into the arousal you're building in me. I almost miss your hands loosening around my arms. I want to move so badly... But I don't, not yet at least.
You take your time kissing my mouth before you move down to my neck... I left my hair down, I knew it would be bothersome to you. For days you have dropping hints, whispering things in my ear, and trying to sneak into bed with me. So I confronted you which only brought us here... Oh, I didn't think it would lead to this. I really didn't. You snap me back into the moment as your teeth sink into the flesh and meat of my shoulder. I withhold the the moan you so wish to drag out of me, knowing that this, too will just piss you off more. I do so like it when you're pissed off.
Your arms drop as you pull away with dark, enraged eyes. I can see your member pressing hard against your jeans as you turn to face me. I don't know why, but I want to comfort you after just teasing you, but I still don't dare move. By the looks of your stance and the dark expression you wear, I can't be certain of what you're capable of. The energy in the room is a heady mixture of arousal, anger, fear, and thick tension.
"What are you waiting for?" I ask you with gusto. Your head snaps up wearing an almost demonic smile that stretches from ear to ear. The sight rocks me to my very core.
"That," you say simply.
Before I realize what just happened, you charge towards me, scoop me up, and throw me on to the bed with enough force to land on top me. You pin my arms underneath me giving you the freedom to rummage around in the bed end drawer. You smile at me as you hold up the pair of silver handcuffs that only come off with a key. My expression must be funny because you have to stifle a laugh.
I wasn't fighting before, but the sight of the cuffs made my nerve falter. I tried to wriggle and twist, but you knew that would make your job easier. I finally get an arm free long enough for you to snag and latch my wrist. I try for a hail mary as I reach for your rock solid shaft with my free hand. The moment my fingers touch your appendage, you jerk against me. Your guard slips as a deep moan rises out of your chest. Just when I think I'm going to win, your hand strikes my wrist, clenching around it tightly. I buck underneath you but it only makes you smile. Finally, the battle ends as you flip me so easily with one swift move, only then do you cuff both of my hands behind my back.
You give me no time to get to comfortable as you yank me up to my feet. You turn me around and bend me over the bed. I still have shorts and a tank top on, but I feel naked as your member presses against the space between my legs. I remain quiet, not responding vocally to your advances. My body betrays me as my folds become wet and my clitoris starts to throb. You read my mind as your heavy hand traces down, splitting me as you head towards that wet place only fabric deep. Your strong fingers merely rub from the outside stirring my arousal and my adrenaline ever further.
I bite my lip hard, forcing my mouth to stay closed. You want to hear me moan your name so badly, I can feel it radiating out of you. With force, you pull down my shorts making me fall into the bed. I pop my lip between my teeth on the way, I know because I taste blood. I look at you over my shoulder blankly just letting you know what you did. You surprise me as you lean in and lick the droplet of blood off of my lip slowly as if you're savoring the taste, only then sucking it into your mouth viciously. I lose it as I suck in a sharp breath and a moan follows my exhalation. Your body physically relaxes against mine as you release my lip and gently put your weight over my body.
You tuck my hair behind my ear and lean in to whisper, "Thank you."
I stare at you in disbelief because my body has never been so painfully aroused in all of my life, or my past lives. Not to mention the buttery color your eyes have turned as you gaze upon me full of admiration. How can an overweight, scrub like me, turn you on so much? I don't dare ask that question out loud. I want you to show me, take me to a place that we can never turn back from. I need you inside of me right then.
I bite my lip momentarily forgetting that I had just popped it, making me moan out again. Your hands run down the length of my back as I arch my ass up towards you. Then, to my utter shock and delight, you drop to your knees to mash your tongue into my backdoor hole causing me to gasp in glutton abandon. Your hands grasp my butt cheeks harshly pulling them apart so your tongue has more access to my naughty, dirty little hole.
"Fuck," I breathe out as my arousal intensifies. My pussy becomes so achingly wet that I fear I'm going to climax any second. You're deep in my hole with your greedy tongue and I can feel your boner becoming more and more constrained. "Fuck me," I finally mewl out. Your tongue doesn't relent. Instead your fingers find their way into my pussy, rubbing and massaging my wet passage. I moan and start to writhe, loving the way the cuffs are digging into my wrists. It's so hot, considering who you are to me. I don't think about that as you back away from my ass. I feel your fingers exit me too soon making me pout out of frustration.
"I want to feel you cum with my dick, little girl." You growl in my ear. A chill runs down my back and I nearly beg, but remember the game we're playing. I want you to take me, punish me, and deliver me to heights never felt with any one else. We both know you can and it excites me. I twist to see you unfastening your pants and unsurprisingly find that you're not wearing anything underneath them. My pussy convulses, sending that throbbing ache back into my swollen clit. I want this so bad that I'm frightened by it. I don't think about that either. I live in the moment instead.
