Last week I was in the eye of the storm with a virus I had. After, when I recovered, I found half of this story scribbled in my phone notes. I don’t know where it came from, this idea, but I decided to finish it when I felt better. Can you tell where feverish me stopped writing and recovering me picked up the story?
Chestnut coloured hair down around her face, she clawed helplessly at the deep blue satin sheets of the bed, like a dog trying to run on tiled floor. Strands of her hair were clawing at her eyes, making them sting, but this didn’t deter her. She wanted to find her footing.
Only her feet were being held up, His hands clasping her tight as he dragged her back into him. Her body, her completely nude body, slid backwards along the bed. She just couldn’t find a grip, something to hold on to.
Her tits dragged along the silky smooth fabric, nipples growing stiff as they trailed backwards. She felt betrayed by her body, by the slight sense of giddiness swirling in the pit of her stomach.
“C’mere!” He seethed at her from behind. As she felt the cool air kiss her bare bottom, she imagined his clenched jaw as he spat the words out at her. Maybe spittle dotted his lips, maybe that same spittle sprayed out across her ass cheeks, sizzling on her searing hot flesh. At least it did in this corner of her mind.
Her arms suddenly felt like dead weights. She could feel the ache gnaw at them, radiating pain in her shoulder and down along her arm.
Fuck this bed, fuck this moment. Fuck his strength.
She had her legs though, she could kick him, maybe even in the face, split his pretty lip, bruise his darkened eyes.
His darkened eyes…yes, his eyes would seem darker now. They had that effect, his dark brown eyes. They seemed to turn black when He was angered.
Fuck his dark eyes.
She flailed her legs around, trying to break free of his iron grip. It was useless.
How did he do this? How did he tear her dress apart? Why did she let herself feel so useless standing there in her boring black bra and her Wonder Woman underwear? She should’ve kicked him then, she had the training. Brown Belt in Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu, motherfucker.
So what happened? Why had she froze?
More importantly, why had she let him tear her dress apart? She could’ve torn him apart instead.
Get away from me, she wanted to scream, but her chest felt heavy, the words barely formed on her tongue. The harder she tried to mentally pry the words from her tongue and through her wet lips, the more lightheaded she began to feel.
That’s when she felt it, the toughness of his stubble prickling against the inside of her thigh. He was kissing her, she could feel. Planting rough, messy kiss on her bare, exposed thigh, one after another.
Her stomach began to twist and knot the closer he got to her slit.
Fuck you, she spat telepathically to the body that betrayed her. Fuck you fuck you fuck you.
I can curse you all…all...
She could feel His coarse mouth over her pussy, his tongue gliding along her cream-coated slit, itself prickly. A couple day’s growth. Short hairs. She could feel her cheeks burn for some reason. She normally shaved, she just didn’t get around to it.
She slammed her fist on the edge of the bed in frustration. She felt like a child, like a fool child, but it was all that came out of her in that moment – that, and a Harumph!
From behind her, she could hear him laugh. It was mirthless, as if he was thinking something she couldn’t decipher. She pictured him from between her legs, lips spread in that laugh, her own juices running down his chin.
Like a child, she thought. Like a greedy fucking child that’s bitten into a plump piece of fruit.
“Yeah, fuck you.”
Her heart leapt in her chest as she realised that, this time, she had spoken her thought out loud.
Or had the words finally dislodged from her throat? Had the pebble been knocked loose, letting the river flow normally?
All of a sudden she could feel the warmth of his cheeks leave her thighs. He was moving behind her, she could tell, because the bed shifted underneath her, swaying back and forth, like she was on a ship – a hogtied lass left out on deck for the pirate crew.
Wait, where the fuck had that thought come from?
She felt him tug her backwards, shifting her legs lower a little as he no doubt pulled her closer.
Now my’s chance. Now I can..
She wriggled her foot free of his grasp.
Feeling it sway in the air, she jabbed it backwards blindly, trying to knock him off.
It crashed into contact with something, causing him to roar in surprise.
“Oh you bitch! You fucking bitch!”
Gotta use this moment to break free…
She swung around so that she was on her back now, her other leg finally free.
He was ready for her, his hands – like vipers – coiling around her right leg.
Her heart was working overdrive in her chest, thumping in her ears.
Behind this, lingered a stranger feeling. Excitement? Exhilaration? What was this?
Like a viper herself, she lashed out her free leg, hoping to smack him right between those pecks of his, but he caught it.
He had her again.
Panic kicked in, swirling in her veins. All of her training and he fucking had her. How had this happened?
How had this –
Heat. Searing, intense heat.
Burning her cheeks, flooding her head, her mind. Her skin prickled with heat, zigg-zagging down her chest and arms quickly, leaving goosebumps in her wake.
A wheeze came out of her parted wet lips, a string of saliva stretching from upper lip to bottom lip as the guttural noise came clawing its way up her throat.
He was inside of her, he had plunged deep inside of her pussy – parting her Judas lips and filling her to the brim. Or what felt like to the brim.
Fucking Christ, when was the last time she was filled like this? No, when was the last time she had felt FULL like this. This sickening, giddy fucking full feeling. The one she could feel but never explain, not to her mind or to her journal. She just felt…full!
And still with her fucking legs in the air, the rest of her on the bed, to the victor goes the spoils.
She could feel the ache in her legs, that tense horrible ache as he clutched her still but her mind was being assaulted just like her cunt. Before she could catch her breath, he was tearing out of her, her lips letting go of his cock, before he slammed straight back into her again.
I could clutch the side of the bed.
I could pinch my nipples.
I could kick him in the dick when he pulls out.
I really want to reach down and claw at my clit.
Fuck! No! I need to think, I need to plan.
I want to come!
She felt his hands grip her sides, stretch her legs apart. She felt like she was going to snap like a twig and he was just using her like a toy, like a fucking whore.
She couldn’t even grind back into him!
No. She couldn’t even loosen his grip of her legs just a little bit so she could take her shot at him again, maybe wind him like he had winded her.
“Keep. Your. Legs. Still.” He hissed at her.
She liked to think of him struggling to hold her constantly squirming legs as he wrangled them still. How was his face? Was it even darker before, if such a thing were possible? Her hair was in her eyes and her arms were like lead so she couldn’t wipe her vision free. She could feel the tangle of her hair, at the corner of her mouth, itching at her lips, but she just couldn’t move.
Tender. Her pussy was already growing tender at his constant barrage, his total destruction of her body. She couldn’t even remember the last time she had destroyed her pussy like this, fast and hard and urgent, like each thrust was necessary for survival.
With a hiss from him, her body shuddered as she felt his cock plunge deep into her, sending pinpricks of electricity down her sweat-slicked body.
“Uuunnghhhh.” He grunted with one final thrust, leaving his cock buried within her as he moved up across her body, between her parted legs, which fell down around his back in submission. Her own body, giving in and giving up.
She felt it then. The soft planted kiss on her stomach. Then another, above. Wet kisses. Sloppy kisses. Hurried, passionate kisses but still somehow appealing, arousing, stimulating.
She felt the wet kisses grow closer to her tits, her nipples achingly hard in anticipation, longing for his mouth on them but at the same time, cursing him, wishing him away into some pit of eternal darkness where he can’t keep his hold on her. He needed – no, SHE needs – to break this link, this connectivity between them because the moment his lips slip over her nipple, the moment his tongue swirls against her eager flesh, she knows, somehow and someway, she would not only lose herself but all semblance of self.
The restraint she had been clinging to, the one that lashed out at him, would be shattered and she would give in, utterly, to that pleasure.
And would that be such a bad thing? A voice spoke up in the back of her mind, smooth like velvet.
Would that be so bad, to fall into delicious decadence?
She found herself trembling, body breaking out into sweats, as she felt his kisses grow nearer to her breasts.
The voice in the back of her mind seemed nearer as well, louder.
Is this version of you such a terrible thing? How do you know? Why don’t you try it?
Silky voice, dangerous voice. Stay away. Stay away from me.
“No.” She spoke softly, barely a whisper.
His lips brushed the curve of her left breast. Her body quivered underneath his touch, heart racing on overdrive.
“No!” She repeated, louder this time. “Don’t.”
She could feel her body sinking into the bed, as if she would slip into the sheet itself and into a realm of deep blue nothingness. She could feel her mind splintering, cracks set to ripple across the very fabric that makes her exist.
His tongue hit her nipple, suckling it into her mouth, and she fell through the cracks of her world.
She could feel it. She could feel the nipple slip into his mouth, raw flesh grating ‘neath his teeth.
Some semblance of her, some fragment, wanted to be bitten, to be rendered useless by such a bite, but her mind was focused wholly on Him, on his mouth on her, on his cock that fit everything so snuggly deep within her.
She belonged to him, utterly, deep in that moment.