Taking one hand to my hair, he yanks on it and forces my head back; at the same time, he presses so hard against my pussy that I can't help but moan again.
"You're so fucking wet, babe," he whispers again, the sound of his voice lulling me into a dream like state.
"I am," I simply say, my mind completely blank as the feeling of his hand on my pussy pushes all other thoughts and words to the fringes.
"Yes, you are … And, just like I said … This is mine," he growls, and them moves so fast that all I see is a blur: he takes his hand off of my pussy, turns me around and grabs my dress. Then, he pulls at the fabric so violently that I hear the fabric ripping as he pulls it off of my body. Standing here, only in my heels and thong, I feel my insides clenching. "Mine," he repeats as he hooks his fingers on the string of thong that laces my outer thigh, tugging harshly until the fabric simply tears. He throws it to the floor and then presses his hand against my naked pussy, a glint of hunger and savagery in his eyes.
"Yours," I find myself saying, my voice quivering as I feel his fingers against my drenched folds.
"See? You act all tough, but in the end you just can't fight it," he tells me with a grin, running his index finger up and down the length of my pussy. "You want to be dominated, you just never met a man that could do it."
"I … " I start, stammering, but I close my mouth and fall into silence. He's right; I can't tell you exactly when it happened, but I'm aching to have him dominate me, to be treated like I'm his … To be fucked as if my pleasure is my life's purpose. God, Austin's so intoxicating that I can barely think straight right now.
"Admit it," he says, pressing his index fingertip over my clit and making my whole body tense up as high voltage pleasure runs to me.
"I … It's not … No --"
"Say it," he repeats, pressing even harder on my clit. I throw my head back, hitting the wall behind me, and grit my teeth.
"No," I hiss, closing my eyes as my brain seems to be frying inside my skull. I'm not going to submit this easily. I won't. Other women might bend and fold, but that's not me. He's right, I do want to be broken and forced to submit, but I'm going to make him fight for it until the very last.
"Stubborn, uh? I like that. It's going to make it so much better when you start begging me." The sound of his voice makes my skin prickle, his words like stabs of pleasure on my soul. If he keeps on insisting, I don't know how much longer I can resist, I really don't.
Thankfully, he says nothing else and simply slides his middle finger inside my pussy, hooking it in me and curling it upward until his fingertip is pressed tight against my G-spot.
"Oh, fuck," I gasp as I feel him pressing there. He didn't even need to probe or look for it-no, he went straight for that hidden spot inside of me, hitting it on his first shot even though we have never been together. It's almost as if he knows my body even better than I do. He's not even moving his hand; he's simply pressing against my G-spot while circling my clit with one finger, rubbing it with soft but steady strokes. "Don't--", I start to say, but the rest of the words don't even make it to my lips. I grit my teeth and moan through them, thunder and lightning hitting me all at once. A storm of ecstasy hits me at once, and every single muscle in my body tenses up and then relaxes as high voltage pleasure runs through and makes them twitch.
"That's just an appetizer," Austin tells me, that delicious smile on his lips as he slides his finger out from my pussy. Before he slides it all the way out, I grab him by the wrist and stop him.
"More," I whisper, my voice so low it's barely audible. But he smiles at me all the same, sliding his finger back in. Except this time he doesn't go for my G-spot-no, he turns his hand around, places his thumb over my clit and slides one more finger inside of me. Flicking his wrist back and forth, he starts to finger me with such a fury that a loud moan explodes in my voice.
He keeps moving his fingers until I feel the tension building up inside my muscles once more, my insides burning as I feel the claws of ecstasy all over my body. I open my mouth to say something, but by the time my lips part, I have no idea what I was going to say. In my mind, one thought pushes all others away: I need him to fuck me. Like a mantra, that thought repeats itself over and over again inside my head, drowning the rational side of me.
"Come, Destiny … Come for me, babe," Austin whispers against my ear and, just like a bomb, I go off. An orgasm explodes inside of me with the intensity of a supernova, and I feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead.
"Fuck, fuck," I curse under my breath, every single muscle in my body twitching and spasming. Pleasure rages inside of me like a river after a flood, and my heart tightens up as I realize we're still on the appetizers; we're yet to move to the main course. As good as this might be, I can't wait to see what he has in store for me.
Slowly, he slides his two fingers out of me and takes his hand off of my pussy. He raises his hand and takes it to my face; with a grin, he brushes his two wet fingertips over my lips. I react by instinct, opening my mouth and allowing him to slide his two fingers inside. As he pulls them back out, I suck them dry, shivering as my own fluids meshes with the flavor of his cock inside my mouth.
"Good, isn't it?" he asks me, and I find myself nodding before I can stop it. Then, he moves as fast as a leopard, placing one hand under one ass cheek and forcing me to lift my leg; at the same time, he presses his body against mine, grabbing his cock and angling it so that his cock is resting on my pussy. I push my hips against him, ready to have him inside of me, but he simpley looks into my eyes and grins. "Beg," he whispers, that simple word hitting me like a brick. I don't beg, I have never begged … and I'm not going to do it.
"No," I say dryly, taking both my hands to his ass and trying to pull him in, forcing him to trust. But he remains still, frozen in place as the Devil's grin burns on his face.
"Then," he starts and, still grabbing his cock, starts moving it up and down, brushing its tip along the length of my pussy, "you won't get this."
"I will," I hiss, "I will." I repeat to myself, trying to fool myself that if I say it enough times he'll end up doing it. But the fire in his eyes tells me that it won't happen; no, he's as stubborn as I am, and this is a battle of wills.
"Then beg," he says it again, and my hands turn into claws as I dig my fingernails into his ass cheeks, doing my best to force me into me. But all I manage to do is make him grin even more.
"You beg," I shoot back at him, my chest rising and falling as I start to run out of air, anticipation making my lungs collapse. Finally, he does something, but it's not what I expect, he puts my leg down and then, grabbing me by the arm, pulls me off the wall and pushes me into the living room. I stumble and grab at the edge of his couch to steady myself; he's on me before I can say anything, pulling me into him and forcing me to thrust my ass back. He places his cock in the space between my thighs and starts to slide his shaft over my drenched folds.
"You'll beg, babe," he says, a deep certainty in his voice, "you just don't know it yet." He angles his cock up and, slightly thrusting, forces his cock to part my inner lips. I open my mouth and moan, my body tricked into believing he's going to thrust, but he just keeps still, half of his cock inside of me as my pussy and mind boil at the same time. Oh, God, I can't do this; I can't resist it. I just can't.
"Fuck me, Austin, just fuck me already," I hiss through gritted teeth, my face contorted in an expression of painful anticipation. I never needed a cock inside my pussy as I do now. I need it more than I need the air to breathe.
"You know what you have to do," he says, and I can feel the teasing tone in his words, victory permeating the sound of his voice. He knows he has already won. Fuck, I give up.
"Fuck me, Austin, please. I need it, I need it bad," I cry out, barely believing that I'm begging someone to fuck me. I'm begging! I've never done anything like this in my entire life, but now that I've begun I just can't stop myself. "Please … I need you inside of me … I'll do anything, I --"
One thrust of his and I fall silent. I don't even moan or scream; my mouth just hangs open as he pushes his shaft inside of me, his thickness straining against my inner walls on the way in. I feel a scream inside of me, but the pleasure I'm feeling right now is so intense that I can't even bring myself to the point of screaming. I'm in a limbo, drifting between consciousness and the depths of irrationality. Even though I'm more than experienced when men are concerned, I never knew that a man's cock could make me feel something quite like this.