"But I know you want this," he told me, kneading my ass roughly with his hands and pushing my pussy up against his rock hard erection, grinding me into him.
"No, I don't," I told him as he pulled off my pants.
"Really, because I think your body would beg to differ," he said as he shoved two fingers up my wet cunt and roughly began to pull them in and out. This caused me to groan, but still I protested until he finally took my pants then my underwear and shoved my soaking wet panties deep into my mouth, then finishing the gag with one of the many extra ties he kept in his closet.
"Shut up and stop fighting," he growled, pushing me back onto the table so I was lying flat on its surface. He ripped open my shirt and quickly pulled off my bra, grabbing some clothespins from his desk. I watched with wide eyes as he loomed over me with them in hand, finally bringing them down and clamping one on each nipple. The pain was like an electric shock through my body, making my eyes water and my back arch. I screamed out, but it came out sounded more like a groan because of the gag I had.
He flipped me over and had me on my knees, bent over, so my ass was in the air. He climbed up on the table behind me and kneaded my ass roughly in his hands. He ran his dick up and down my slit so it was wet with my juices. Then, without warning, he shoved the whole length of it down my ass. My knees buckled as I screamed out in pain, the tears running freely down my face now, but he was holding me up against him, pushing his long, hard dick in and out of my ass in a fast and rough motion. With his other hand he fingered and pinched my clit hard. Even with all that pain, I started to feel the start of an orgasm. With the clothespins pulling down my nipples as I was bent over, the feeling of my clit being sharply pulled and pinched, and the new, rough sensation of a dick up my ass, I was starting to come. My eyes rolled back in my head and, as the first waves of pleasure rolled over me, intense and heated, I fainted.
When I woke up, I was tied to the desk, facing upwards, my hands and legs pulled apart. He was standing over me, smiling down at me, having stripped naked while I was passed out. I tried to scream, until I realized that I was still gagged and there was nothing I could do anymore. He knelt down beside the table I was strapped to and started to bite down on my clit. I withered in pain on the table, but also in pleasure. My back arched against his teeth. His tongue drove inside my cunt, pushing in and out in a smooth, fast motion when he wasn't biting down roughly on my clit. I moved my pussy, trying to shake off his mouth in reaction to the sharp mixture of both pain and pleasure that I wasn't used to. But my legs were too tightly bound, ensuring that I was unable to move away from his mouth. Even though I was in indescribable pain, I still was getting close to an orgasm, moaning and bucking against his mouth.
He pulled away right before I could cum, so I was stuck there, on the edge of pleasure, as he stood over me. He started to bit now at my neck, sucking the skin down to my chest where he bit my breasts around the clothespins that were clamped around my aching nipples. Finally he pulled himself onto the table and knelt over my pussy. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled them up as far as he could, considering I was still completely strapped to the table. He pushed himself into my cunt, filling me up totally and so completely that I felt as though I were about to break in half.
In and out he pushed, with great speed and strength. His dick pulsated inside of my cunt, touching very spot in it. The pain in my body intensified in correlation to the great amounts of pleasure I felt. I screamed and sobbed into my gag, and his thrusts got faster and harder each time. The pressure built and built until finally it overcame me, causing my body to jerk and convulse on the table.
"I'm sorry." He pulled out of me then and stopped for a moment. Then he slowly and carefully ungagged me and undid the ties keeping to the table. Running a hand over his face and turning away from me, he began to dress again, slowly and methodically. I wiped the tears from my face and carefully got off of the table. I walked around to his front and looked into his eyes while he buckled his belt. I held his face in my hands gently and slowly moved closer, bringing my face to his. Softly, our lips touched, tears rolling down both of our faces.
"I love you. I'll always love you," I whispered into his lips as we continued to kiss gently. He pulled me into his bare chest and held me tightly against him, his lips against the top of my head, one hand running through my hair, the other on the small of my back.
"I need you. I can't live without you. I don't know why and I've tried to forget about you. But whenever I do anything- whenever I eat, when I sleep, in my dreams, when I kiss her, all I can think of is you. You have to believe me when I tell you how hard I've tried to not love you. I just can't. I can't," He whispered into my hair, hugging me tighter with every word.
"Don't leave me, please. I-I know we can't happen, but... please. Don't go. Ever." I told him, gripping him around his waist tightly.
"I can't promise that. But I can promise I will always love you. But if it's best for you that I do go, then I will. I promise." I pulled away and kissed him passionately, grinding my body into his. I ran my fingers through his hair and knotted my fingers in it. My tongue played with his in a rough hide-and-seek manner.
I wanted him forever, but at this point, I was happy just taking what I had now. And that would have to be enough for me... for now.
