1. Held


    Date: 5/15/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: KierHardy, Rating: 5, Source: LushStories

    her rib cage. Her anger rises rapidly as she struggles in vain with all her strength to get free, to get the upper hand somehow. She thrashes about in a violent frenzy. Every time she makes the slightest gain, he smashes her back down on the mattress with authority. She tries to hook her fingers around his forearms and twist her wrists free. This only serves to tighten his grip. She is beyond frustration. All the pulling, tugging, pushing, straining, fighting, kicking, heaving, the lack of breath and the pain are making her tired. She's exhausted and has achieved nothing. She is in exactly the same position as when they started. She has been giving it her all, working her damnedest to get free, while it took barely fifty percent of his force to keep her there. She is flushed deep red and panting, out of breath. Sweat has broken out on her forehead. Strands of wet hair stick to her temples. She physically has nothing left and yet he is breathing normally. Her energy might be spent, but she is still raging inside. Furious that he could do this to her. How dare he treat her like this? Who does he think he is? She gives up physical resistance and switches to verbal. She lets out a tirade of abuse. “Let go of me you bastard! Fuck off, you cunt! Get off me! Now! Fuck you! You can't fucking do this to me! I'll fucking kill you for this! Fucking cunt bastard!” Still he holds her down. She cannot move. He remains silent. Eventually she has to rest. Her muscles ache. Her voice is ...
    horse. Her breathing is laboured. Her wrath is turning to fear. What if he never lets her up? She looks at his face for the first time since he's had her there. He stares down at her. She sees that his face has completely changed, it's unfamiliar to her. She knows it's him, but at the same time he's unrecognisable. What's happened to him? It's his eyes. She looks straight into them, only they aren't his any more. They are not the eyes of the man she fell in love with. Usually so kind and bright, now they are cold and dead. Almost reptilian, more like a snake than a man. She sees no love, affection or tenderness in those eyes. No passion, no desire. Nothing. His face is blank, expressionless. His gaze isn't even one of hatred or loathing. It's much worse than that. He is looking at her with absolute indifference. No emotion whatsoever. Her anxiety becomes pure panic. It grips her from the inside and squeezes her wind pipe. Everything in her body wants to flee. She has to get away, now , but she can't budge. He is sitting on top of her, holding her down and glaring at her with those stark, blank orbs. She doesn't know what he is capable of. She believes he could do anything. If his mind is as blank as his eyes, then he could end her right here and not even wince. He wouldn't feel a thing. She has no energy left to fight and is completely at his mercy. There is only one course of action open to her. Acceptance. To give in. Total capitulation to her fate. Utter surrender to him. She ...
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