Chapter 9 What is this?
I'm trapped.
I have never once felt this need to be dominated by Ben before. The sex we've had has always been vanilla.
It certainly can't compare to the fire rushing through me now, my pussy clenching hungrily by just the sound of Black's zipper going down.
Yes, I want to be fucked. I didn't know that I wanted to be pinned down at the mercy of a man. This feels more than just two people about to have sex.
And it absolutely terrifies me.
"Condom." I croak out, my sense of responsibility not completely out the door.
His imposing body leans over me, and he inhales my hair, an animalistic rumble leaving his chest.
"When I fuck you, you take it." He groans in my ear, and I whimper. "I fuck you raw, do you understand me?"
Black tears the rest of my tattered dress from my body, leaving me in only my high-heeled boots.
I clench my eyes shut, nerves and utter lust consuming me. "I.... you can't...."
Before I can finish my sentence, I feel him at my entrance, hot and pulsing. The hand at the back of my neck tightens, and a scream rips through my throat as Black forces his big cock inside me. He groans long and hard as he seats himself fully inside me, my pussy burning as it tries to accommodate him.
"You feel even better than everything I've ever imagined." He grunts out as he slowly grinds into me as if he wants to lodge himself into the very fibre of my being, but I don't think I have any more space left. "So tight, so fucking wet for me."
All I can do is lie there and pant, my fingers clenched in the throw on the couch.
"Say this pussy is mine."
I whimper in response, tears leaking from my eyes as the sensation of him inside me.
Black is all I can feel.
I'm not prepared for what he does next. He lifts his torso from mine, the hand on my neck making sure I stay put, and then he proceeds to brutally batter my pussy in hard and fast thrusts. Not even my first time with Ben can compare to the devastation his big cock does to me. It feels like I can't contain him, he's too big, but his powerful hips make sure that I take all of him.
I can just lie there as he brutalizes me, my throat raw from screaming.
Then his fingers tighten even more on my neck, and I'm sure that it's going to leave marks, as he stiffens and empties himself inside of me on a long groan, his cock feeling even bigger as even his cum can't stay inside me, it's too much.
I'm a wreck, tears pouring over my cheeks, and cum dripping out of my pussy as he slowly pulls out.
I don't even have the energy to try and get a glimpse of his face.
As a ballerina, my body has gone through many things, but nothing could have prepared me for being fucked by this man.
This man, who is now pushing his cum that is dripping out, back inside me like he doesn't ever want to leave.
Two fingers slowly enter my pussy, twisting inside me. "Look at my pussy, so pretty and small, crying."
I think I might have passed out, because the next thing I know, I'm being lifted into strong arms with some kind of blindfold over my eyes. I recognize the softness of my bed when he lowers me down, my hands immediately going to the fabric around my eyes.
"Take that off, and I fuck your ass." Black's dark voice warns in my ear.
"Why won't you let me see you?" My throat is scratchy as I whisper back.
I'm answered by a featherlight brush of his lips against mine, and I gasp lightly into his mouth.
He's kissing me. Slow and soft, a total contrast from the way he dominated me.
He doesn't want me to know who he is, but now he lets me thread my fingers into the short, silky threads of his hair to deepen the kiss, to let my tongue go inside the minty warmth of his mouth.
I'm owned.
That's the only explanation I can give myself as I try to map his face with my hands. I trace the slope of his eyebrows, over the bridge of his nose, and the soft lips that are on mine.
He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on mine. "You're killing me."
He's the one killing me. He's taken possession of my body, and I've pushed everything and everyone to the back of my mind as I cling to him when his warmth leaves me. I whimper in loss, but then his hands are tugging at the zipper of my boots, undressing me fully, and I hear the rustle of his clothes.
He's getting undressed, and my mouth waters at the prospect.
The bed dips next to me under his weight, and he leans down to kiss me again. This time it's not soft and discovering like before. This time, his tongue plunges inside my mouth, and I grab onto strong, naked shoulders, my hands hungrily going over mountains of muscles as they flex underneath my fingertips.
He has to feel this, too, this fire that burns between the two of us.
I love the way he groans when my hands go over the valleys of his pecs, and I unashamedly open my shaky thighs when his hand travels over my lower stomach. I whimper when he fingers my sore pussy. He then pushes that finger full of his cum and my arousal in my mouth, replacing it with his tongue again.
We can't stop kissing each other, the salty essence of our bodies mixing with starvation as our tongues fight for domination. My nails dig into his ass when the wide crown of his cock enters me slowly this time.
It hurts, my flesh too tender to take another onslaught of the weapon between his legs, but I want it. He slowly enters me, pulling back so I can adjust to his size before thrusting in a little deeper. His tongue in my mouth matches the slow, excruciating pace of his cock as he makes love to me.
The thought flies in my mind. This isn't fucking. He's worshipping my body.
I don't ever want this to end. I could get addicted to the way he stretches my walls until he reaches my womb, to the way his hand clenches in my hair, and the sounds he makes when the pleasure seems to be too much. Even the way it burns as he opens me up uncomfortably feels like heaven.
After he floods my walls with his cum once again, he slowly kisses down my body, worshipping my small breasts, and then eats my dirty pussy until I convulse in his mouth.
He brands me until I drift off in exhaustion.
After what feels like a short nap, the blindfold is off.
And Black is gone.