Helpless in Your Hands

I'm there on the bed. You watch me from the shadows. My jeans are pulled up tight around my waste, my flannel buttoned far too high for your taste. I don't know you're there.

You want me.

Quiet music plays from the corner. No one else is home. It smells like fresh baked cookies. A plate of crumbs sits next to me.

I flip the page of my book. The page takes hours to turn, my hands are so soft.

You want me.

In seconds you've crossed the room. I cry out a quick, short scream before you're upon me. Your hand covers my mouth and flecks of saliva covers it as my scream is cut off. The other hand pins my waist to the bed. My skin is warm under your hands, flushed at your touch.

Then I hit you across the side with my free hand. My book stings on impact but doesn't hurt very much. I'm not strong enough to resist. You realize this. Then I realize it too.

Panic shows in my eyes and your heart erupts. This is what you wanted. No willing piece of meat could show that kind of panic but I can. I can show you everything you've never gotten.

You want me.

I go limp in your arms. Terrified.

You take your time now, why shouldn't you savor it? There's no time for gentleness in the face of your carnal rage, you tear my flannel open scattering buttons to the walls. No bra lies beneath, just curved skin. My cry is muffled under your hand but even so it lights a flame in you.

Heat grows in you and my eyes go wide at the sight of it pressing against the limits of your pants. You take my breast in hand and cruelly tug on the nipple causing another cry of distress. And a second, then a third, then a gentle caress. Why not savor it?

Then your lips replace your hand. I'm rigid under your attention at first but slowly melt into your embrace, into your kiss. Not yet conquered, but tamed for a moment.

You tear my shirt all the way off and my cry sounds different this time. Your lips go to my nipple while your hands press my hips into the bed. Jeans agonize your hands as they quest for my soft skin and you tear them from my body in a frenzy.

When it's over I lie in front of you, bare except for thin panties covering my most private areas. My chest heaving in terror yet no sound escaping my lips, I give you a pleading look of despair.

Teeth flash and you rip my panties away. My scent assaults your senses, you know my secret now. There won't be any need for lubrication.

You take off your pants and before I can protest you're inside of me. I cry out but your lips take mine and I am silenced. One hand holds the small of my back up to press my chest to yours. Our heat mingles and we breath deeply. Each stroke penetrates deeper. I wrap around you like I was made for you, each thrust another peak in your pleasure. My lips part to let your tongue in. Your second hand holds my hip in place while you ravage me.

And I can't help but moan. It's soft at first, then you hear it. At the end of every thrust you graze my G-spot and I gasp into your mouth. You smile and throw me down onto the bed, I moan in pleasure.

Then you fuck me properly. I thrash in your arms and you fuck me right to my core. The soft walls of my honeypot grip you so tightly you can't even imagine fucking another girl, all you want is this. Your pattern gets erratic and you twitch a little.

My breath comes faster and I grip your arm as tight as I can. My nails dig furrows into your skin. You cry out and slip out, you're so close.

I speak for the first time, "please, finish in my mouth. I'd love to help you out... master."

You begin to say yes and then pause, there's a desperation in my voice you didn't expect. I'm not on the pill. You know it. I can't fool you.

I try to scream but you cover my mouth and ram into me pushing as deep as you can go. My scream is cut short on your hand and I spasm on your dick. It's all you can do to hold yourself in me as I jerk and twist which only adds to your pleasure. Your growing orgasm.

Finally you slap me across the face. Smack! I whimper in pain. Smack! "please..." Smack! "don't..." Smack!

"I'll be a good girl." I say, resigned.

You smile, your dick twitches.

Arousal clouds your head and its all you can do not to cum now. But you want to savor it, so you put my legs over your shoulders and fuck me harder than ever.

This time I thrash and scream from arousal. Wet, warmth surrounds your cock and your head blossoms with pleasure. My tight hole clenches on you again and again as I reach my climax just as reach yours.

Hot sperm rushes inside of me until I'm overflowing all over the fresh sheets. Your cries of pleasure are echoed in my own voice. My conquered eyes stare lovingly into yours. And then I've fainted in your arms and you've promised to see me another night.

And then you're gone again into the night, and I hold a new warmth inside of me.