My first story. Please enjoy.
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I shivered as his hands traced a slow and lazy path over my naked body. I had been lying in the bed with my arms clasped tightly above me for what seemed like an hour as he had stroked and touched and pinched my body. His fingers had roamed from my ears and face, down the hollows of my throat, stopping lightly to press on my windpipe, cutting off my breath for a short, exciting moment. He held tightly until I couldn't resist struggling just a little as a tiny thread of panic threatened to overwhelm me. Finally, I had to toss my head sharply to the side, and he released me, his hands continuing their downward path as though they had never been interrupted.
My nipples were already hard and erect and his fingers slowly and surely traced circles around them, not touching, teasing. I let out a pleading cry as I pushed my breasts up into his waiting hands, willing him to touch me, to hurt me. He obliged to me by slowly pinching one nipple, squeezing just a bit too tight, and then loving it with his tongue. I shuddered, feeling it all the way down to my clit. My body shifted on the bed, the chain holding my arms in place jingled obligingly.
His hands left my breasts and roamed further, running down my stomach with a light feathery touch bringing my body to a tingling peak. I felt his hands run down my thighs. I shifted again, whimpering, growing impatient, and with that movement I felt his hands clamp down hard on my legs, squeezing, hurting, holding me still.
"Shhhhhh," he whispered , his fingers pressed tight into my flesh, it made me want to writhe, or kick, but I didn't dare to try. Not yet. With a slow sure movement, he slid his hands to grip the insides of my thighs, and pressed them outwards, spreading my legs wider and wider until I felt the muscles strain to their limit and I couldn't possibly open them more. He held me there, legs as wide open as they could go, exposed to him as he stared at me.
One hand slid higher, and lightly ran along the length of my slit. I was wet and trembling. Waiting for whatever pleasure or pain he wanted to give me.
Carefully, he slid one finger deep into my cunt again, curving it to caress the walls inside of my body. "You like that baby?" he whispered to me as his fingers started slow circles inside me, I murmured my consent as I settled into his stroking. "I like to feel you like this, all tight and wet. You like it." he said, this time it wasn't a question. I shifted my hips as he continued to stroke me.
He slid another finger inside me, this one going in easier since I had already been worked, but it was still tight. I squirmed, and he smiled. "Yeah... you like that." And with no further play, he shoved another finger to join the other two, it hurt, felt like he was splitting my inside. I let out a short cry that turned into a moan as he pushed his hand hard up against my cunt, twisting his fingers in slow quick circles. "See how I work your cunt? It's mine to do with as I please. I will violate you, if it pleases me," he snarled. He fucked my cunt hard with his fist but sensuously stroked my clit. Even though I trusted him and loved the feeling I begged him over and over. I needed release. My body shuddered and shivered uncontrollably. I was gonna spasm violently if he kept it up. He spanked my clit merciless.
