3-7-2016 Fiction

Oh, You Will Beg

"Is that so?" he asked. Maybe it was more of an ironic statement meant to follow my famous last words. I had told him that I don't beg. And that much was true. I knew where he was going now, so I nuzzled deeper into my bed and prepared to show my strength. I wasn't going to budge on this. He murmured, "Let's see."

And then he didn't say anything else for a while. I debated silently which topic to switch to, but suddenly I was thinking of his cock. I sucked on my lower lip as I remembered just how he tasted. I closed my eyes and cradled the phone between my ear and shoulder in order to cover my eyes with my hand. I wanted it darker than dark, my mind turns off in the darkness. I needed to not think, just for a moment. Visions of his bulky, hard cock kept playing in my mind's eye regardless. The more I tried to escape into the darkness, the more I imagined- little snippets of memory and daydreams about pleasing him.

"Is it getting painful?" He asked flatly when I exhaled sharply. My clit felt so rigid like it was going to tighten itself into nonexistence. I mumbled a reply. My breathing had changed already and my legs were tensing up as my hips left the bed and softly landed down in a heated rhythm. "What do you need?"

"Nothing, I'm fine," I insisted even though my voice broke twice before I got the sentence all the way out. My right eye was twitchy and my throat went as dry as my pussy was now wet. I ignored this. I ignored the burning wracking through my body, "please?" Fuck!

"Please what? Are you ... begging?" He asked in the same flat tone as before.

"Nothing," I repeated, "I am fine."

"I bet you're remembering just how my cum tastes, aren't you? Is that clit pulsing right now? It sounds painful," he said, "And it will get worse. It will continue to become more and more painful- to the point you can't even think anymore." As he spoke, my body reacted; it obeyed everything he said. I was struggling just to breathe now, my body was locked in motion, but dammit, I wasn't going to beg for release. I didn't even need to cum.

"I ... am ... fine," I said and I was, barely, but I wasn't going to lose and eat my words. I growled under my breath. Frustrated. Desperate. Sweating. Wetness trickling down my inner thigh and caressing my ass cheek. "Please?"

"BEG ME," he said. His voice was no longer flat. He almost sounded angry; firm, darkly amused at my suffering. He repeated himself when I didn't respond. I stiffened my tongue against the roof of my mouth trying to keep another 'please' from slipping out of my lips. It was a traitor, my tongue.

"BEG ME."

"Please, please, please," I couldn't hold back my plea anymore and offered up a barrage, some incoherent, some sharply articulated. I couldn't stop myself. I felt orgasm taunting me as I stood at the edge trying to convince myself I wasn't about to cum at all.

"Are you begging me?" he said, his flat tone has returned.

I continued with the word "please" in true mantra style. Finally, I was able to deviate and tell him; I was indeed begging. I hardly got the new words out before the incoherent "please" began to cycle from my mouth again. I couldn't breathe enough, sucking in air around the syllables when I could.

"CUM," he said.

And I twirled in a dizzy frenzy of convulsions between my legs. My stomach felt inside out. My eyes got confused by lights and colors. I couldn't think about how I had just given in. It didn't matter to me. I had no cohesive thoughts anymore. My evil traitor lips curved into a smile as my ragged breathing started to even out.

"Aren't you going to thank me?" He demanded sharply.

"Thank you," I breathed into the phone. My clit was still sore, so sore. I squeezed my legs together and stretched like a cat. My mind began to yell at me for having begged, for caving in. I didn't care and switched it off abruptly like a television. Fuck that program, I thought.

"I don't beg," he muttered in a mocking tone.

I felt ashamed. Confused. He made his point, he could make me do whatever he wanted me to do. I hated that, but I got turned on all over again. I wanted him to have that power over me, I needed it. But I wouldn't beg again, I promised myself.

3-5-2016 Fiction

I Win

"This, I don't need," he said flinging the knife up towards the head of the bed. Its weight barely registered now but when it had been laid across her back, it felt very heavy indeed. She counted her breaths, in and out, getting ready to spring free. And then he said it, "you are mine."

She froze, her arms locked at the elbows, her knuckles bulging as she gripped the edge of the pillow beneath her; her eyes closed while his words repeated in her head. She heard him chuckle and trail a fingernail down her spine. Involuntarily, she squirmed.

"See, I told you that you'd sit still for me, pet," he said as he traced her spine again. H leaned into her bottom as she squirmed in response again. She could feel the heat and hardness of his cock, positioned right between her asscheeks. She didn't say anything back. He leaned over her, pushing her down into the mattress hard and said, "I win."

He slide his cock inside of her without warning and she bolted forward slightly, shocked. She wanted to scream "no", but she couldn't resist a man who played such a perfect game. Slowly, she began to bob backwards as he thrusted, forcing his cock to go in even deeper. "Who won indeed?" she thought with a smile.

He plunged in deep and stopped, he just held her there by her hips, then he pulled out and with one swift movement, entered her ass. Again, she bolted forward and yelped. He grabbed her hair and pulled her back to him, all the way down his shaft. Then, he wrapped his fingers around her throat with his other hand. He slowly pumped her hole while he teased her with the possibility of being choked, but as his movements gained momentum, his hands went back to her hips. He began to pound so hard that occasionally his hands would slip off of her. He dug his nails in. Again, his hands were bumped off and long lines of red beads rose u from her flesh. He dug his nails back in.

"I'm going to cum and fill up your ass," he whispered to her, "because I can do what i want with you now, pet. You're mine."

He started to moan and she bucked against him, riding his cock. Then, she felt something trickle out and he removed himself and fell on top of her briefly. She felt his heart pounding into her flesh. She felt him nuzzle her then get off the bed. She didn't move. She was afraid to. She heard the clank of the cage door at the foot of the bed. She turned onto her side and saw him standing with the door open to her cage.

"Come here," he said.