[short] Fight Back

It all happens in the blink of an eye. One moment I am just standing behind them, lovingly chatting about what we both want and the next my tits are pressed against their back and my hand is around their throat. I sink my teeth into their trapezius muscle and bite down until I’m sure I’m bruising them.

They gasp and twist to the right and try to duck out of my hold. Their fist comes down like a hammer into my side as my teeth slip off of their muscle.

It’s all going much like I imagined when we had talked about it. My teeth hurt a little. I probably should have let go sooner. The pain in my side doesn’t even register yet. That’s a problem for tomorrow Liv. Probably.

I let out a growl. “Oh, no baby. You can’t get away from me that easily.” The hand that was just on their throat finds their right shoulder and I push them over, using the force of their own escape attempt. My left foot hooks into theirs and lifts their leg off the floor.

They tumble down onto the bed. Screaming wordlessly, but not so loud that the neighbors would hear. This is still all in fun. I can hear a giggle threatening to break free from behind their scream right before it is muffled by the mattress.

I’m smiling. I haven’t felt this alive in a long time.

“I want you to prove how much you want me,” they said just a few minutes ago. “I want you to work for it. I’m going to fight back.”

I like the challenge.

“Baby, you know you want it.” I kneel down between their legs and push up their skirt. My clit is hard now, insistent. I ignore it. My hand finds the center of their back and pushes them face down into the mattress. “You know you need this.”

They turn their face on the mattress and shout at me, “Fuck you!”

“Nah, babe. I’m going to fuck you.” My left hand feels around their exposed cunt. “You’re such a slut. You’re not even wearing underwear.” I chuckle. “And you’re dripping wet.” I don’t even comment on the fact that I’m completely naked. This is all part of the game.

I can see the flush spreading across their cheeks, over their shoulders, and up the back of their neck.

“Try to deny it. Try to tell me you don’t want this?” I slide my fingers into their wet and waiting cunt. My knees spread their legs wider. I lean down and bite into their ass. I don’t get quite as good a grip as I did with their shoulder, but this works for me.

“Fuck! That hurts.” They are kicking with both feet, but not quite hitting anything. A hand reaches back and grabs my hair, pulling.

I slide a third finger into them and bite down harder. My hair is getting tugged uncomfortably, but I’m too busy to stop what I’m doing. My right hand presses down on the center of their back harder, pinning them.

I can hear them exhale in a low moan. They try to wriggle free under me.

I start fucking them harder with my fingers as I shift my mouth a few inches and bite again.

They relax their grip for a moment, thenrealizing what they are doinggrab onto my hair tighter.

It must be impossible for them to rip my face away from them by the hair, at least from that angle. I let go with my teeth and they pull harder. Maybe they think they are making a difference.

Their other hand presses against my cheek. A thumb pushes at my eye.

I keep fucking them, sliding my three fingers in and out of their slippery cunt. My right shoulder drops down to make it harder for their right hand to push at my face. I pull myself upright and push my hips against the back of my wrist. The side of my clit presses against my wrist, feeling every motion. The tip brushes their skin, their wetness.

They can’t reach my hair anymore so they are trying to push themself up off the bed with both arms.

I lean in, dropping my right elbow and using it to pin them as I slide my right hand across their back. I need to grab their arms.

I need two hands for that.

I turn my hips slightly as I draw back my left hand, removing my fingers from their cunt. My hips push forward and my clit slides into them, engulfed by their warmth.

My wet fingers find their left bicep. I clamp down hard. I grab their right arm with my right hand, finally letting up with my elbow.

They take in a deep breath.

I push all my weight forward onto them, pinning them with my body. My tits press hard into their back.

The kicking stops. Their breathing slows.

My hands tighten on their arms. I know I’m leaving a series of telltale bruises on each arm. I go up on my toes, pressing my tits harder against the fabric of their top. I whisper in their ear, “You’re all mine.”

They let out an animalistic moan.

I start thrusting in them, fucking them harder than I could even fuck them with my fingers. “You! Are! All! Mine!”

My teeth find their neck, and I bite down into their skin.

Their muscles go limp. “Fuck. Yes, mistress.” They let out a long, low moan. “I’m all yours.” There is the ragged sound of rapture in their voice.

I lock my jaw on them and let my first orgasm flow through me. Finally. My hands gripping tighter and my thrusts getting more urgent, more brutal.

I don’t even think about my own pleasure. This is all about dragging out their submission. My orgasms are incidental.

Another orgasm passes through me. I let it build and crest without consideration.

They start meeting my thrusts, pushing back into me. They are begging for more with their entire body under me.

“That’s right, fuckdoll. Show my what you need.”

“Mistress…” The desperation in their voice is so sweet.

I need to take away their words.

I take my left hand off their arm and I slam it down over their mouth. My right hand grabs for their throat, asserting dominance. Choking them slightly as I fuck them deeper and deeper with each thrust.

Their eyes open wide as they stare off to our left. Their brow furrows in panic. They grunt and groan under my hands.

I let another orgasm break over me and let them have air again.

They come. Wetness splashes against my hips. All they needed was for me to take complete control from them.

I keep fucking them.

They try to look at me, but can’t focus. They try to use words, but they don’t have any left. All they can do is come again for me, as if I have given them permission.