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No, I’m in charge. I agreed to do this but only as long as I get to call the shots and sex is about more than just shoving my dick into her, or at least for me it is. I want her mindless, lost to the pleasure I can give her. This is the only time I’ll get her, so I need to make an impression.
It’s a selfish fucked up thing, but I want her to compare every sexual experience she has in the future with this. I want her to remember me, to remember how she screamed so loud her throat was hoarse. Remember how sore she felt the next day, and not just because I was the first person to be inside her, but because she was well used and satisfied. I want this experience cemented in her brain for the rest of her life and if there’s any way to do it, I want a copy of the video so I can remember it too and maybe watch it sometime.
Suddenly time speeds up again and she pulls the shirt over her head. Insecurity fills her eyes as she drops the fabric to the comforter and clenches her hands into fists at her sides, fighting the need to cover herself.
“Beautiful,” I tell her, my eyes roving over her torso, as I reach out and brush my fingertip across her hard nipple.
Her exhale of breath is loud and a little of the fear leeches from her eyes.
“Bra next,” I order, my voice harder than I planned, my control slipping a little.
Lifting her hands she moves to unclip the strap, but I find myself moving before I realize I’m actually doing it. “Stop.”
She freezes and I move closer. “I changed my mind, turn around, I want to do it.”
Slowly she shuffles around until her back is to me, and I get to see her shoulders and the smooth skin that flows down her spine to the waistband of her shorts. Reaching out I trail a fingertip from the base of her neck, down over her bra strap, all the way down until I reach coarse denim. With the edge of my fingernail I scrape my way back up, not pressing hard, but just hard enough that I can see the mark on her skin.
I deftly unclip her bra, pushing the straps off her shoulders. Her breaths become more visible, and without thought I lean down and press a kiss between her shoulder blades, watching as goosebumps rise across her skin.
“Turn around,” I whisper, still a command, but I don’t need to be loud for her to hear me and comply. She needs this as much as I do, I don’t know how I know it but I do.
Her movement is faster, like she’s made the decision to embrace what we’re doing, like she wants to do as I say, and then she’s facing me. Her eyes glance at the camera behind me for a split second, before all of her attention refocuses on me.
“Shall I take off my shorts?” she asks.
“Not yet. Cup your breasts, offer them up to me.”
For the first time she doesn’t immediately do as I ask, her hands lift then fall back down twice while I wait unmoving for her to obey. When she does, I smile a barely there smile, leaning forward and capturing one of her nipples between my lips.
I suck hard, loving the gasp it pulls from her lips as I lave at her sensitive tip, alternating between sucking, licking, and nipping, as her breaths become pants and moans and gasps. Her back arches and she pushes herself closer to me, desperate for more. I pull back, enjoying the way her pupils dilate and her eyes become wild and feral, and perfectly out of control.
“Don’t stop,” she gasps, reaching for my hair and trying to pull me closer.
“Stop, hands by your sides,” I snarl, my dick hardening further when her hands fall obediently from my hair. I know that in this moment she’s confused and frustrated and probably a little angry, and I love it. I want her out of control, I want her desperate and she’s close, but not close enough, nowhere near close enough.
But she will be.
Leaning forward, I pull her other nipple into my mouth. She mewls and I’m not sure if it’s relief or need, but I don’t care. I tease her, taunting her until her fingers are on my head practically ripping my hair out at the roots as she pulls and yanks trying to force me closer.
“Lie back,” I tell her, smiling at her glazed expression. She unfurls like a lazy cat, draping herself back against the pillows; a femme fatale sent to seduce me. I follow her back, pressing kisses against her stomach as I work my way down her body, until my lips are pressed against her pussy through the two layers of clothes that are still covering her.
“I can smell you,” I growl, inhaling deeply and scenting her desire, the smell intoxicating. “You want me.”
Unbuttoning her shorts, I pull the zipper down exposing her matching pink panties that look so fucking enticing on her, I already plan to steal them as soon as I peel them from her body. Pulling her shorts free, I leave her panties in place so I can see the way she looks spread out for me, just for me.
She lifts her butt without me having to ask and I pull the shorts over her feet and throw them to the floor, not caring where they land.
Placing my palms on the insides of her thighs I roughly part her legs. Her gasp is loud and I smile even wider, loving that I’ve shocked her, that she’s off balance. “You good?” I ask, needing her compliance and to know she’s still with me.
“Yes,” she rasps, her voice rough.
Burying my face between her legs I inhale deeply, my thumbs pressing into her thighs as she instinctively tries to close her legs. I can feel her watching me, her fingers twisting the fabric beneath her as she fights to stay still, shy but not wanting me to stop. Lifting my head, I watch her as I slide my hand up over her mound and curl my fingers into the waistband of her panties.
Her eyes widen and she exhales sharply as I kneel up between her legs, pushing her thighs together as I drag her panties down, revealing her pussy inch by inch. “No,” I snap, when her hands move to cover herself.
“I—” she starts.
“Hands by your sides,” I order, stifling my groan when her clenched fists fall down to the bed.
