Tell me you want me

He laid his hand on my throat. "Tell me you want me, Katt."

His heated breath sizzled on my neck as he leaned in close to order me.

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"No!" I exclaimed, furious at how uncomfortable his touch made me. His fingers on my throat caused flickers of flame to dance along my skin. My breasts rose as my breathing quickened to a feverish pace. I smirked at him, knowing my bravado would soon be exposed if he lingered with me any longer. I pushed back at him, trying to force his hand away from me. He tightened his grip, leaning the whole of his chiseled frame against me. My face turned bright red as I struggled, fury painting it scarlet. My smirk quickly became a snarl as I had to gasp to have air flow through my throat. The damned wetness that I felt soaking my panties quite frankly pissed me off.

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"I said no. I do not want you!" I spit at him through clenched teeth.

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"Then why, sweet girl, are you dripping wet?" 

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His free hand forced its way between my thighs, feeling my dripping mound underneath my skirt. He fingered my slick slit, almost laughing as I moaned uncontrollably. "Listen to those little sounds you're making," he murmured, his voice low and teasing. He moved his face within an inch of mine, his grey eyes smoldering, and then bit into my neck. I yelped in pain as his teeth cut through my flesh. He pulled back his head and then softly kissed the mark he had just made, his tongue soothing the sting.

 

His fingers explored the inside of me, thrusting deeper as he curled them to stroke that sensitive spot. Groans of want escaped my lips. He met them with a growl as he kissed me, bruising my lips with his ferocity.

 

"You taste like surrender," he whispered against my mouth before pulling away.

He left my lips, still pinning me against the wall by my throat, and began to fondle and tease my breasts through my shirt. Pinches, then rubs, alternating between pain and gentleness until my knees almost buckle under me. 

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"Feel how hard your nipples are," he said, twisting one sharply. "Your body is begging even if your mouth won't."

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"Tell me you want me, Katt. That's all you have to do, and I will stop." 

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He mouthed my nipple through my shirt, soaking the fabric with his tongue, and then ripped it open with one hand, the other never leaving my throat. Buttons scattered across the floor as cool air hit my exposed skin.

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"No," I uttered in a sparse whisper. I did want him, more than what I would ever have dared to say. I could not tell him that. I could not let him win. I was growing weak in my struggles. Sensing this, he pulled me from the wall and threw me on the bed in one fluid movement. My hands were roped and tied to the bedposts before I even had a chance to react.

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He mounted on top of my frame and began to caress my cheek with his hand. He leaned forward. "Sweet girl, tell me you want me." I bit my lip to hold back the words. tears brimming in my eyes as I shook my head vigorously.

 

"Please," I whispered despite myself, hating the plea in my voice.

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He sighed deeply, then slid from me and lay between my legs. Lifting my skirt above my hips, he hooked his fingers into my soaked panties and tore them aside. "Look at this pretty pussy, all glistening for me," he said, his breath hot against my folds. He began to lick me softly at first, long, slow strokes of his tongue from entrance to clit, savoring my taste. Then with an animalistic ferocity he attacked my pussy, plunging his tongue inside me before suckling my now swollen clit in and out of his mouth until I thought I would go insane. He added two fingers, pumping them in rhythm with his sucking, the wet sounds filling the room. 

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"Come for me, Katt," he commanded between laps. "Let me taste how much you need this."

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I tried to pull my hands out of the rope, but he had bound me tightly, too tightly, for the ropes were cutting into my wrists. He continued his feast on my cream, humming vibrations against my clit until the first orgasm hit me hard. My body shook as if I would combust, my back arching off the bed as juice from my pussy soaked the sheets. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, my cries echoing as I thrashed against the restraints. I went limp, and then everything went black.

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I came to a few moments later. He was cradling me in his arms, brushing my hair from my face. He feathered light kisses on my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. "Tell me you want me, Katt," he spoke softly to me, his thumb stroking my jaw.

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I gazed deep within his eyes and said hoarsely, "Yes, I want you."

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"Sweet girl." He smiled at me as he released my wrists. He took them in his hands and kissed the raw lines that the ropes had left in my fair skin, his lips gentle and apologetic. He wiped the tears that seemed to fall from my own eyes. "You fought so beautifully," he murmured, trailing kisses down my neck to my breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, sucking softly while his hand kneaded the other, rolling it between his fingers until I whimpered.

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He laid me gently on the sheets and positioned himself between my thighs. Freeing his hardness from his pants, he rubbed the thick head along my slick entrance, teasing me. "Feel how hard you've made me," he said, his voice rough with need. Then he entered my body slowly, inch by inch, stretching me deliciously as I gasped at the fullness. He began with slow, calculated thrusts as I raised my hips to meet each one of them.

 

"That's it, take me deeper," he groaned, his hands gripping my hips.

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Our movements became as one as we found our rhythm together, building faster and harder. He placed his hand lightly on my throat, covering the redness where his hand had been so harsh earlier, a possessive yet tender reminder. I tightened myself around his hardness as he pushed further within me, clenching in waves that made him curse under his breath.

 

"Fuck, you're so tight," he growled, his pace quickening, skin slapping against skin.

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Knowing his climax was near, I pulled him to me and kissed him deeply, our tongues tangling. His eyes never left mine as he came, spilling hot inside me with a deep groan, his body shuddering. He collapsed on me for a moment, breathing raggedly, then rolled me to his side and smiled at me. With his finger he traced the bow of my lips.

 

"Sweet you are, good girl."

 

He pulled me close, his hand resting possessively on my hip as our breaths slowed together. "Mine now," he whispered, pressing a final kiss to my forehead.

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