"You know my style... minimalist," I praised him on how he'd set the scene in his bedroom. "You're a good artist, too!" I said as I walked over to the far wall to get a better look at his double portrait of us. I was touched that he didn't flatter my looks--it meant he saw me for what I am and still desired me. His likeness was also true to life: Beautifully dangerous, dangerously gorgeous.
"Thanks. Even redneck meth cooks need a hobby... other than my vices," he replied almost shyly. "Speakin' of which... ya got some moves, Puppy. How do you know how to fight? You got some muscle on ya, too." Hollis' bright blue eyes roamed curiously over my body.
"You noticed... Wait, are you making fun of me?" I asked, blushing.
"No, I was being serious," he said and stepped close to feel for himself. His hands up and down my arms squeezing, compressing, then exploring my bared back didn't make me feel strong at all. I felt blissfully weak.
"I work out at a boxing gym. When I was younger I wanted to be an MMA fighter... I just didn't have what it takes. I do have an aggressive side, I guess."
"I like that side, Puppy. You felt how hard it made me. It gave me an idea of what we could do tonight, if it's not too psycho."
Too psycho for Holly? I was intrigued and eager to indulge him in every single thing that turns him on.
"I want you to try to fight me off when I take you. I want ya to struggle like hell and let me see your muscles flexin'. You can scream here--no one's around to complain," he said and nodded his chin in the direction of the open window. A warm night breeze blew the gauzy curtain so that it resembled a phantom climbing in to join us.
"You're so much bigger, you've got a longer reach... I don't know that I can put up much of a fight at all!" My voice quavered with the suppressed excitement to lose.
"I'll give ya some openings. You can scratch me, thrash around under me, heh, heh," Master interrupted himself to press my hand to his crotch. Just talking about this had his cock straining against his Carhartt's. "Just watch the eyes-- I need those."
"You have beautiful eyes. People must tell you that all the time," I said.
"Nope."
Someone had, once. That I could see in a millisecond glance to his left. The girl in the cave? I pushed that idea far away.
"So what's the answer?" he asked.
"Um, what was the question?" I was falling into substate. Pieces of my brain were shutting off, sending the energy to other systems.
"If I really own you, ya gonna freak out on me? I want you to make me feel like I'm forcin' myself inside you," he said, and I heard the rising lust in his husky voice.
"I'll struggle like my life depends on it," I told him.
"Good girl!" he growled. With those words... every damn time, he inflicts searing heat that finishes in a gush between my legs.
Hollis shoved me backward onto the hard bed. His weight on top of me, plus his scent and warmth overwhelmed my senses with joy. I moaned before I remembered how to obey him: I struggled beneath him, straining and looking for a neglected spot in his hold as if it were the final moments of a fight. This part was when I was always at my weakest. Something in my submissive psychology made me feel defeated as soon as I was pinned even if it wasn't yet over.
The only thing I wiggled out of was my tight stretchy dress. My shoulders were bare, then my breasts. He grunted and pulled it up from the bottom before tearing my seamless panties to one side. His fingers skated over my freshly hairless labia. He ran a fingertip through my slit to play with the mess he makes.
He raised himself onto his knees and sat back on my thighs to immobilize my legs. One hand remained in my pussy and the other gripped my neck, threatening to choke me. My arms were free, and I tried to pry his hand away from my throat. I made a show of scratching him with my glossy new nails, but they were acrylic, so they were blunt. I had to bear down hard to give him the sensation he craved and he moaned when I dragged a nail over his tight nipple. With dilated eyes, he took in the muscles in my arms as they worked to shove him away. He grinned that evil, black grin--pure lust, such risk--and he began to grind his pelvis against me. He snarled and slid his hand between us to crush my clit under his thumb.
"Oh!" I cried out from the deliciousness and stepped up my efforts to give him a good show of overpowering me. I beat at his chest with my fists.
"Nghh, oh yeah, try to hurt me," he moaned. "You can't hurt me." It became a low chant: "You can't hurt me." I nearly came right then.
I wanted to obey and that meant to fight. Some of it was real--it was maddening to feel so ineffectual. I was no match for him at all and the helpless feeling wasn't entirely pleasant; it was a harsh reality. It was also sending my pussy into spasms of arousal like it was begging to clench around Master's perfect cock.
I strained and struggled beneath him until I was well out of breath and sweating. Master swooped down to lick the drops of sweat from my forehead.
"You done fightin' me?" he challenged.
I shook my head 'no' so that my multi-colored hair fanned out on the new white blanket. I was panting, practically frothing at the mouth. I arched my back and bucked beneath him with everything I had. I could tell it took him by surprise.
"Damn, I'm beginnin' to think you don't want me to fuck you." He sounded impressed. "Do it again. I think you can do better," he taunted. I repeated until I was drenched all over beneath him. He put his palms on my shoulders to bear all his muscular weight. I had even less chance of escape, but the exertion was starting to feel good to me, too, like the blissed-out, broken feeling toward the end of a tough workout.
He stunned me with a hard smack to my face and before I could even make a show of fighting, he was cuffing me to the headboard. When one hand was locked above my head, I tried to push him away with my free hand, but I was losing the will to play this game because everything inside me clamored to pull him closer.
Master chuckled. "Think my Puppy's gettin' tired out," he said sweetly as he cuffed my other hand to the simple metal headboard. I was breathing heavily in long, rapid breaths like an animal. I tested my bonds for him, writhing as much as I could, making it look sincere as I whimpered at feeling so trapped. If I didn't want to be exactly where I was, I'd be completely fucked.
He stood and undressed, slowly. It wasn't a seduction but more like he expected it to heighten my fear. Hollis doesn't understand what a beauty he is. No matter how many women lose their minds over him, he'll never see it himself. I tell him, but not all the time because I don't want him to know how fucking shallow I am.
When he was stark naked, he glided back to the bed. Instead of crawling up to bring us face to face, he went backward and grinned at my questioning look.
"Think I know why you shaved your pussy for me," he said. Well, I'd been waxed, but I wasn't going to correct him.
"Why?" I played along in a breathy, substate timbre.
"I ain't licked ya everywhere yet, Puppy. Were you tryin' to tell me somethin'?"
"No, Master. I just know most men like it... at least I thought so. I just thought you might prefer it."
