Under Your Spell

Desire

She sat on the edge of the bed. The knot was there, in her stomach, not as pulled tight as last time. She checked her watch again, not through nerves this time, but because she was excited. She was filled with anticipation, for that feeling he could give her. Her whole world melting into a singular point in space and time. As excited as she was, she felt calm this time. He had given her that calmness, he seemed to settle everything down somehow, whenever they talked. All the jumbled up thoughts and emotions in her mind, seemed to subside when he was around. She ran her finger over the impossible crisp fold of the sheet, a smile creeping over her lips, as she imagined the state they would leave them in. She opened her phone for what felt like the 100th time. Be there in a 30 minutes, his messaged had said. Then she went back to the stared messaged. "I need you". He sent it almost the instant they had parted last time. Not, I want you, but I need you. She had read it, over and over and over again. She had thought that first time would be it. That he would move on, to the next one on his list. But he needed her, as she needed him.

His knock firm and loud. On time again she thought as she went to the door. She felt her pulse quicken and that tingle he gave her pussy.

"Hi," he said as she opened the door, he stood there gazing over her. She knew that look now and it made her feel alive, wanted and desired.

"Hi, I missed, you," she said to him gazing into his eyes.

As he stepped in, he put his arms around her softly and firmly pulling her to him, pressing him self in to her. He placed a soft gentle kiss on her forehead. "You can't have missed me, I only stopped texting you 30 minutes ago." He said with that same cocksure grin.

"Well I di.....," his lips on hers now as she closed her eyes. All her thoughts and worries vanished, for that moment in time all there was, were his lips.

"I missed you to," he finally said as he broke the kiss, his forehead pressing lightly on hers as she looked up to him.

"I need you," she said her voice low.

"Good cause I need you like fire."

She pulled away from him turning her back as she pulled her shirt off. "Like fire?"

He looked over her bare skin. "I don't know what I mean, I just know, I need you."

As she turned to face him, he was pulling open his jeans. She saw him hard and full she gazed over his cock. A smile took her, it was her that got him like this. As he pulled his T-shirt over his head he gave her that same damn cocksure grin. She walked up to him slowly drawn to his cock, as she did, she slide off her leggings, pulling her panties away at the same time. She closed the distance between them, her eyes fixed on her prize. He knew what she wanted. But he stopped her in her tracks.

"Not yet. First you," he said. With that he grabed her scooping her body up into his arms. She took a deep breath taking in his scent. As he throw her down on the bed. Instinctively and wantonly she spread her legs for him. He looked down at her, intoxicated by her sight, his eyes transfixed on her smooth mound. Those wet delicate folds. He lay down and feasted on her with a hunger, tongue over her. As she moved her hand to his head, pulling him in close and closer. He licked at her soft wet lips. Pushing his tongue deep inside her. Wanting to drink her down, hands on her hips holding her down, tight. As she ground into his mouth. She was so close already, breathing fast, skin flushed. Then he stopped she looked down at him to see that cock in his hand.

"Give it to me," she said without thinking, wanting it deep inside.

She felt that stretch and slight pain as he pushed inside her. His hands cupping her face. Kissing those lips, she could taste herself on him, as she felt him slide deep inside. He held it there fully inside, letting her get used to the feeling of him inside her. It felt like nothing else. To have him there, deep inside. That connection, that feeling of being full of him. As he started to move back and forth, lips found her neck as he kissed and nibbled on her skin. She wrapped her legs around him wanting to pull him in as tight as she could. Wanting to feel all of him inside. Her arms wrapping around him, offering her neck up to him as his cock started to move faster and faster.

Her breathing grow quicker and shallower, as he moved faster and faster. Each time he moved fully in he would push up against her. The feeling of that grind was something just for her, the feeling of him pressing down on her clit. It brought her so close. He moved away from neck, his lips leaving her skin, his hands holding her face. He knew she was close and wanted to see it. Wanted to see her face. And then it came upon her. She relaxed and let it wash over her. The anticipation the pleasure it was too much. She had wanted to make it last but she couldn't, she gave in and orgasmed hard on his cock. He watched her face with rapt attention. The look in her eyes before they closed, the way she bit her lip. Then when she opened them the look on her face so relaxed and pure.

Still inside of her he leaned down. "I want more," he said. He kissed her now hard. His kisses before had been tender full of passion, this was of hunger and need. His lips on her mouth. His hand reaching up to her hair. Holding it tight. He pulled out of her. She felt him leave her, his eyes on hers. He pulled her to him, by her hair. His cock hard and wet with her juices. As he held her hair firmly wrapping it around his fist.

"Show me how much you what it," he said. She smiled as she started to lick the underside of his cock slowly looking up at him. Her hand wrapping around the base. As she moved her mouth over the head now. His hands on her head holding tight.

"That's it show me what a good cocksucker you are." His hands were tighter his movements more forceful. "Take it all down you dirty little slut. Show me what a good whore you are." His voice low and husky. She looked up at him. His cock in her mouth. The words, they turned on her on more than she could have thought. He held her hair tight in his fist. Forcing it in and out of mouth now. As she started to gag on him. His cock hitting the back of her throat. "That's it you dirty little whore take that cock down your throat like the dirty slut you are. Show me what a dirty nasty whore you are let me fuck that throat." He looked down at her and spat on her face. His cock buried down her throat. The spit dripping down her face. As he heaped humiliation and abuse on her. She didn't know why or how but it made her wetter and wetter. The feeling of him using her. Her reduced to nothing more then his plaything. All thoughts leaving her mind other than serving him. She gave up on everything other than pleasing him, letting him do what ever he wished to her.

Tighter and tighter he held her hair. Forcing her mouth up and down the shaft of his cock. He wanted to cum then, but he held it back. He pushed her down on the bed. She lay there panting. Aching for his touch. "Look at you whore look how pathetic you are. A cheap nasty whore for me to fuck and use."

"Yes," she whimpered almost whispered, she wanted it so much. She wanted nothing more than to be used by him. To please him, she needed it so much. To give herself to him totally.

He grabbed her lifting her up on to her knees. One hand pressing her face down into the bed. His hands on her hips, fingers digging into her. She knew it was coming, but still she winced as he pushed into her. When he was finally fully in, she felt his hand in her hair grabbing her again. Pulling it tight. Snapping her head back. He started to fuck her hard and deep. His other hand slapping her face. The sudden slap made her wince, it also made her wet. Ramming his cock into her now. It was primal, filthy and dirty, he used her for his pleasure and she loved every moment of it. As he yanked her hair tight. She felt his other hand on her neck squeezing her tender flesh. Then he finally let go of her hair, her head fell onto the bed, both hands around her throat as he choked her tight.

"Fucking take my cock you worthless whore. Take it like the filthy whore you are. You fucking dirty slut, you filthy whore. Look at you getting fucked on your knees like a dirty animal." The words, the humiliation, the degradation, the feeling of his cock it was so much. It felt like nothing she had felt before. Then she felt him deep inside her, his cock pulsing as he came inside her. His cum inside her, his seed. He finally let go of her neck, she spluttered and gasped for air, his body resting on hers. As he kissed her deeply his tongue running over her lips.

"I'm so close," she said her voice like a whisper.

He pushed her down. Looking into her eyes. As his tongue started to lap at her lips, before moving to her clit. She held him there tight to her. As her hart beat raised. She was so close so quick. He looked at her smiling. "Cum for me, my lover," he said softly. As his lips moved back to her clit.

"Yesssssssss," her voice was horse and loud, like something that didn't belong to her, as she felt that release. He looked at her his eyes soft and sweet. "Good girl," he whispered. She smiled at him. And then it hit her like a gut punch. Oh god what have I done, what will he think, I let him treat me like that to be degraded and fucked like I was nothing. His hand reached up to her chin his other hand soft and warm on her stomach. It was like he could read her mind. "Sushhhh my girl. I know that's what you wanted. I was so happy to give it you." She looked down at that face. That cocky grin had vanished. Just a soft warm smile. Something else in his eyes. She knew what it was. She didn't want to say it. She felt it though. She hoped he could see the same look in her eyes.

He laid down pulling her on top of him. Her head on his chest. As he ran his fingers through her hair. Her arms and legs either side of him. Sleep my lover he whispered. Her eyes looking up at his. She sighed softly as she let the exhaustion take over her. She was warm, safe and at peace.

He held her tight watching as she drifted off. He framed the image in his mind. Not wanting to lose it. A thought played across his mind. Everything was prolog, this was the moment right here. The talking, the flirting, the sex it was all for this. He closed his eyes. Drank her in and drifted off to sleep.