you did it on purpose. I was the one underneath you getting pounded. And it did hurt, but I’m okay now. I can handle it. I prefer to take a good pounding, knowing it’s for real. I prefer that to lies. If you want to hurt me, then do it. Don’t lie to me. Don’t pretend you really care. I’m the Energizer Bunny, takes a lickin’ and keeps on tickin’ . All I ask is that you tell me the truth, keep it real. I’ll take a grudge-fuck any day of the week over death.”
He shook his head at me. I had climbed into his lap completely, sitting spread-eagle on him. I rotated my hips back and forth to grind down onto the lump in his crotch. As usual I was in my silk bathrobe with no underwear. My uniform. Nothing had changed much in my life. The only major difference, my body was Enrique’s exclusive property now.
“Hope … you’re missing the point, several points.”
“I have the point right here, and I’m about to get it good.” I shoved down hard onto his erection. He pitched a tent in his pants, obviously ready to pound me again.
“Oh you’re gonna get it all right. Let’s get a few things straight. One: I’m not going to kill you. Two: I don’t enjoy hurting you, you provoked me. Three: you should be in pain right now, but the benefit of my bite allows you to recover quickly. That’s why you’re still tickin’ and headed for another lickin’.”
I was so damn hot for him. I can’t get near him without wanting him to fuck me and bite me. It was so much more than desire. I needed him like a priest needs donations.
“Please! Stop talking! Give it to me!”
He had mercy on me. In a flash we were up off the couch and down on the floor. A second later his pants and everything else came off. Before I could take hold of him he slammed up in me. All the way to my limit. God it was so wonderful! I wanted him buried in me for eternity. He so owned me. I wanted to be fucked to death.
He gave me the most intense sex, like nothing I’ve ever known before. I couldn’t get enough of him. I loved every minute of being his slave, wished it would never end. I wished he’d never leave my side. It seemed different this time. Forceful, but he held back just a little. He cared enough not to hurt me. Though he knew I’d let him, and I suspect he wanted to, he was careful enough to avoid hurting me.
Well, it did hurt a little, the good kind of hurt. The kind that had me screaming, clawing his back, begging him not to stop. Then he bit me, the icing on the cake, the cherry on top, the whole purpose of my existence.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
And he didn’t, not until I fainted. I woke up sometime later with an IV tier setup next to the bed. Two bags hung in the air, a clear bag of saline-glucose, and a little red pouch of blood. No sooner did I wonder where Enrique had disappeared to, I had a sense he was coming to check on me. He walked through the door to my room – very freaky how well we are connected. But I still couldn’t read a single thought in his head.
“So I suppose you’re gonna try to convince me this was all an accident. You don’t really want to kill me.”
“I thought you couldn’t read my mind.”
“Ha! That’s funny. If I wasn’t so busy dying I might have time to laugh.”
“Damn it, Hope! If I wanted you dead it would be over!”
He moved so fast I could barely see him until he stopped at the point his fist smashed down in a hammer strike on my beautiful oak coffee table. The table exploded into pieces, shattered, splinters. Nothing but firewood now – kindling. He stared at me with that intense look, a fierce animalistic thing. I was shocked, squeaked in surprise, but stupid enough to poke at the lion – and this one wasn’t caged.
“I’m harder to kill than the coffee table – furniture doesn’t hit back!”
Luckily for me
He shook his head at me. I had climbed into his lap completely, sitting spread-eagle on him. I rotated my hips back and forth to grind down onto the lump in his crotch. As usual I was in my silk bathrobe with no underwear. My uniform. Nothing had changed much in my life. The only major difference, my body was Enrique’s exclusive property now.
“Hope … you’re missing the point, several points.”
“I have the point right here, and I’m about to get it good.” I shoved down hard onto his erection. He pitched a tent in his pants, obviously ready to pound me again.
“Oh you’re gonna get it all right. Let’s get a few things straight. One: I’m not going to kill you. Two: I don’t enjoy hurting you, you provoked me. Three: you should be in pain right now, but the benefit of my bite allows you to recover quickly. That’s why you’re still tickin’ and headed for another lickin’.”
I was so damn hot for him. I can’t get near him without wanting him to fuck me and bite me. It was so much more than desire. I needed him like a priest needs donations.
“Please! Stop talking! Give it to me!”
He had mercy on me. In a flash we were up off the couch and down on the floor. A second later his pants and everything else came off. Before I could take hold of him he slammed up in me. All the way to my limit. God it was so wonderful! I wanted him buried in me for eternity. He so owned me. I wanted to be fucked to death.
He gave me the most intense sex, like nothing I’ve ever known before. I couldn’t get enough of him. I loved every minute of being his slave, wished it would never end. I wished he’d never leave my side. It seemed different this time. Forceful, but he held back just a little. He cared enough not to hurt me. Though he knew I’d let him, and I suspect he wanted to, he was careful enough to avoid hurting me.
Well, it did hurt a little, the good kind of hurt. The kind that had me screaming, clawing his back, begging him not to stop. Then he bit me, the icing on the cake, the cherry on top, the whole purpose of my existence.
“Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Don’t stop!”
And he didn’t, not until I fainted. I woke up sometime later with an IV tier setup next to the bed. Two bags hung in the air, a clear bag of saline-glucose, and a little red pouch of blood. No sooner did I wonder where Enrique had disappeared to, I had a sense he was coming to check on me. He walked through the door to my room – very freaky how well we are connected. But I still couldn’t read a single thought in his head.
“So I suppose you’re gonna try to convince me this was all an accident. You don’t really want to kill me.”
“I thought you couldn’t read my mind.”
“Ha! That’s funny. If I wasn’t so busy dying I might have time to laugh.”
“Damn it, Hope! If I wanted you dead it would be over!”
He moved so fast I could barely see him until he stopped at the point his fist smashed down in a hammer strike on my beautiful oak coffee table. The table exploded into pieces, shattered, splinters. Nothing but firewood now – kindling. He stared at me with that intense look, a fierce animalistic thing. I was shocked, squeaked in surprise, but stupid enough to poke at the lion – and this one wasn’t caged.
“I’m harder to kill than the coffee table – furniture doesn’t hit back!”
Luckily for me
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