I am watching you. I want you to touch me. I want you to hurt me. I want you to torture me. But I wait. I am the prey that wants to be caught, not the predator waiting to attack. I am watching you and I know you feel my eyes on you. You always know what I am doing. You are always observing me. You can sense any change in me. You gently place the empty glass on the counter, turn around, look at me and then slowly walk toward me. You smile and your eyes tell me where your happiness comes from. You want to play with me. And your toy eagerly awaits your commands.
No words escape our mouths. You sit down next to me on the divan and your hands find their way into my hair. You pull my head down, slowly. You pull hard. I hiss. Your legs are stretched and you make my head rest in your lap. I am on my back and being this physically close to you makes me feel safe. I look up at you and you look down at me. You stroke my face with the back of your hand.
My legs are spread. I can feel your hand pushing inside my leggings, fingers probing for the lace band holding my knickers up. Having found it, you probe further. I hold my breath when I feel your thumb and little finger spreading my flesh open. The other three fingers push inside me, sudden, rough. I want to jump up, it hurts, it is uncomfortable. But your other hand pulls down my head by the hair again. I am forced to lie in your lap. You staring at me, your fingers inside me. I can’t move. I don’t want to move. I feel safe.
Your thumb rubbing my clit, your fingers inside me, you force a quick intense orgasm. I feel my whole body twitch, I feel how I am more relaxed now. I know you are manipulating me. You are making me more willing. You are trying to push me into a space of neediness where I don’t want to escape but embrace your torture.
Thumb and index finger are holding my clit. I can feel how swollen it is. How everything is slick and needy. Your other hand pushes up my shirt. You nails dig deep into my nipple and I squeal. I move, and the pressure on my clit increases. Your eyes are on me, and you click with your tongue. I am not to move. I am to be obedient and take it. I freeze and my mind starts to let go. I can’t escape. I have no control right now. The pain is starting to feel different. I close my eyes and open my mouth slightly. You remove your fingers from my clit and spread my juices on my lips. I can smell myself now. I can taste myself.
Hard slaps on my boobs make me open my eyes. I can feel my whole body move as waves of pain go through me. You focus on the nipples, you ignore the flesh. You want it to hurt. Your hands are formed into fists now and you start punching me. My body is uncontrollably reacting to the impact. I am connected to everything differently now. I feel your punches, but they don’t hurt, they make me want more. The pain is a kind of touch I crave now.
You squeeze the flesh on my sides, you pinch my labia, you pinch my inner thighs. I moan. Your thumb and index fingers are holding my clit again. Pulling back the skin, exposing it. I scream when you flick it with your other hand. The sensation is too much. I can’t take it. I can’t. “Shhhh”, you say, kissing my forehead. I lie back and relax. A fingertip is rubbing my exposed clit now. It is so uncomfortable. I can feel tears running down my face. I don’t like it. But I don’t want you to stop. And I fall deeper, deeper. My mind floats.. The discomfort is turning into pleasure. The squeezing of my clit, its total exposure, the rubbing of the most sensitive spot. I can feel the orgasm building up and when it finally gives me relief, I cry even more. I pleased you.
You get up and gently place my head on a pillow. You walk around the divan and stand before my spread legs, observing me. I can see that you are not done with me yet. I feel my body being exhausted. But I want more. I want more of your attention. You pull down my leggings and my knickers. You kneel in between my spread legs. I spread them even wider for you. You punch my open cunt. Once. Twice. My whole body is jerking. I am trying to push my legs shut but you keep them spread with your shoulders. I am caught. I am helpless. I want more of your attention.
You push three fingers inside me. Deep. I gasp. You hold them there, while you slap my clit. One, two, three. Pause. One, two, three. Pause. I submit to the rhythm. You start fucking me with your fingers, the palm of your hand slapping hard against me. I know there will be bruises tomorrow. I know it will hurt to sit. I am looking forward to those reminders of your love for me.
A different pressure is building up in me. I can’t control it as you fuck me, fast, rough, mercilessly. I can feel my wetness spreading over my cunt and ass. “Oh, you nasty squirting slut. Get on the floor. Now!”. You pull your fingers our of me, lean forward and pull me down to the floor by my hair. I feel dirty. I feel so wonderfully dirty.
My head on a pillow, you force my legs open. Your fingers are inside me again, two fingers squeezing my clit. You fuck me so hard, I am not here anymore. I am somewhere else. I feel like I am resting on soft clouds when your fingers make me twitch, when you take them out and fountains of wetness escape my needy cunt. I groan. I can’t think anymore. All I am is yours. All I am is my cunt. My cunt that belongs to you. I can feel the wetness spread, under my feet, under my ass, under my back. I am swimming in my own cum.
You get up and return with the wand. I am still needy. You hand it to me. You stand a few feet away from me and watch as my body twitches under the vibrations. I can’t stop coming. You are watching my filthiness, my neediness. And you laugh. I hear you laugh. I blush as I realize my embarrassing situation. Your laughter pushes me on. I am a slut. I am such a dirty fucking slut. And I am loving it.
I feel your hands on the wand and I open my eyes. You kneel beside me now and take the wand away from me. I want to protest and then relax when I feel you using it on me. I am so uncomfortable. I am so horny. I never want this moment to end. You slap my clit with the wand. You rub it. You push it. You don’t let me go. You don’t allow me to escape. And there I can feel it up. An orgasm so strong I feel like it could kill me. But I don’t care. I need to experience it. I need to have it. I am chasing it together with you. I feel dizzy, I hold my breath and then it comes. The wand is still pressed against my clit and I jerk up, my nails dig deep into your arm as my forehead rests on your shoulder. And I twitch. I scream. A long howl of primal pleasure. And you release me.
I lie back, breathing heavily. I can feel my heartbeat in my chest. My eyes are closed. I can feel the cold wet of my cum all over myself. You kiss my forehead. “Good puppet”. I don’t know if I will ever be able to move again and drift into sleep, wondering if any of our neighbours could have missed my primal scream.