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H's Story - Part 2

Date: 6/27/2015, Categories: BDSM, Author: gushkinbanda, Rating: 6, Source: LushStories

her, that if he had just started back up as he had been when he stopped, she'd have lost control immediately. She would fight it, fight the desire, fight the need. He sped up a little, increasing the force with the speed. She distracted herself with anything she could think of: grocery lists, multiplication tables, verb conjugations. He sped up again. God, she couldn't do this but she must. She balled her hands into fists and squeezed her eyes shut as she concentrated on everything but the cock inside of her. Finally, he spoke. "Ask for it, my little sweet one... Beg for it." Words poured out of her in a torrent of pleadings and promises as her insides clutched trying to keep from happening what she was begging for with everything she had. "Cum for me, my little sweet one. Cum for me now." She felt the words more than heard them and she let go. She released every tension she'd ever had and let the sensations flood through her. Over and over again, wave after wave of pleasure flowed through her from her toes to her finger tips to every strand of hair on her head. When she was conscious again, she was panting heavily and her throat was so raw she must have screamed her head off. She was lying on her side with him as close to her as humanly possible, holding her to him with his arm around her middle. He was breathing slowly and calmly against her and the steady movement of his chest helped her find herself again. When her own breathing matched his, he spoke softly into her ... ear. "I'm so very proud of you, my little sweet one. You deserve a reward." He rearranged her cuffs so she was spread open on the bed, as exposed and helpless as she could possibly be. He let his fingers trail up from her knee to her chin in a long slow line of gentle but deliberate sensation. "You may cum at will, my little sweet one. This is a reward. This is for your pleasure. I have one question though. Gentle or rough, my little sweet one? Hmmmm? Your choice... this time." There was no question in her mind. She wanted him to take her. Make her feel like something to be used without regard to herself. Rough didn't even begin to describe what she wanted. There was no question in her mind but could her voice say the word? He knew she was OK with it. They had discussed it but could she admit it out loud. She took a deep breath, then another, then another. Finally... "Rough, Sir. Please, use me, Sir." "At your request, my little sweet one." And he plunged his fingers inside her dripping pussy in one thrust up to his knuckles. She cried out in shock and, oh God, in pleasure. As he fucked her with his hand, fucked her mercilessly and relentlessly, he leaned down and bit her nipples, one after the other, harder each time. Her head thrashed back and forth and she moaned and groaned and cried out over and over again and then she felt his hand on her throat. She gasped. This… this was what she craved for so long. The hand on her throat had just reached into her deepest, most hidden ...