I backed into the headboard, pressing myself against it hard enough to bruise, my feet sliding on the smooth sheets. The cool touch of the wood, so heavy and solid, and the genuine concern in Miles' voice finally dragged me back to reality. The over-whelming terror faded into sickly despair as I realized that I'd lost control. Again. I burst into choked sobs, shaking violently and slumping onto the bed.
Miles leaned over me, probably trying to comfort me, but I flinched away from his looming body. Instantly shifting gears, he settled back against the pillows and gently tugged me up and over until I rested on his chest. I stiffened against him, but he persisted, his warm hands massaging my back until I relaxed, panting for air and fighting down the tears. After a few moments, I found my voice.
"Oh God, Miles, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry!" He rubbed my back more firmly, reassuringly, as I went on. "I can't... when you held me down, I remembered... I'm so sorry." My voice faded and cracked and my shoulders hunched inwards. I felt ashamed at this weakness, for not being able to cope with the violent encounter I'd had earlier that day. I'd volunteered for those two thugs to fuck me, hadn't I? It hadn't been a near-rape, not really, no matter what it had felt like.
Miles shifted us until I was lying fully on top of him, my head tucked under his chin. The solid heat of his body was comforting, and eventually my trembling nerves loosened. I sighed mournfully. His chest vibrated under my cheek as he spoke. "I understand your reaction, darling. I'm not angry with you, and you have nothing to be sorry for." There was a pregnant pause and I pushed myself up to look into his face. "But this is definitely something you're going to have to get over."
Shocked, I sat up, straddling his flat stomach and searching his face. It was full of compassionate, but unyielding, resolve. "W-what? How? I can't just... how can you expect...?" My inarticulate questions died as he raised a finger across my lips. Without thought, my tongue slid out to brush his hushing fingertip, and his dark eyes lit as his breath caught. Simmering heat began to replace the ice that had filled me.
"I think you need to get back on the horse, darling." He shifted under me, and I felt his hard cock nudge against my butt. I flushed, both aroused and infuriated by his presumption. Didn't he see that I couldn't...? His hands on my hips gently stilled my attempt to climb off of him. I glared, slapping my hand against his chest. He rolled his eyes and sighed, the long-suffering sound making me grind my teeth in irritation.
Before I could smack him again, he captured my hand against his firm chest, curling his fingers around mine. "Darling, if you want to be on top, that's fine. But you're not off the hook all together." At my blank look, he clarified. "I believe you agree to meet my needs. And I am clearly..." His cock throbbed against my ass again, sending a surge of wicked heat through me. "...in desperate need here."
Aggravated beyond words, I twisted my hips, trying to loosen his grip. He groaned, firmly shoving me down as his cock thrust at my ass. My rebellious pussy throbbed as his hard length rubbed between my spread cheeks. The twin heats of anger and lust had driven away the fear, and I paused, trying to think through the pleasure as he rocked against me. Perhaps he was right. Maybe, if I was in control, I could push through the trauma I'd suffered.
I looked at him, eyes narrowed and biting my lip, and his hands tightened on my hips. Reaching down, I delicately pulled on his fingers, until he obediently lifted his hands. "You'll really let me be in charge?" I held my breath as his brows narrowed, a trickle of fear shivering down my spine. Holding my gaze, he finally nodded, an abrupt jerk of his chin. It was obviously going against the grain, but he seemed sincere.
I had to test this new power. I lifted his hands upwards, over his head, pressing his wrists into the pillows as I leaned into him. The fabric of my t-shirt fell forward, over his face, and he grumbled a sour complaint. Giggling, I released him and sat up. His hands stayed where I'd placed them and I nodded in approval at his obedience. I reached down and pulled my shirt over my head. His hot gaze dropped to my bared breasts, and I felt my nipples harden in response.
I lifted my hands to my tits, squeezing the soft mounds and pinching my pebbled nipples. His lips parted, and he groaned as I slid my knees up to straddle his belly. I leaned forward, and brushed my breast against his mouth, gasping as he caught its flushed peak between his lips. The wet heat of his mouth rippled pleasure through me. I rocked my hips in time with his flicking tongue, rubbing my dampening panties against his flat belly.
He groaned, the muffled sound vibrating against my skin, and I ground my pussy against him again. In retaliation for that erotic taunt, he caught my nipple between his teeth, and it was my turn to moan as he lightly nipped at me, the tantalizing flashes of pain merging with the lush pleasure. The mingled sensations became over-whelming, and I leaned to the side, brushing my neglected tit against his cheek until he caught and tormented the other nipple. I shuddered against him, holding myself up on my hands and knees as the surging pleasure coiled deep in my belly.
"Enough!" Panting, I pulled away, shifting back onto my knees. He protested wordlessly, his teeth catching and stretching my nipple until I yelped. At the pained sound, he reluctantly freed me, and I glared down at him. "Knock that off! I'm in charge here!" I held his gaze until he looked away, charmingly pouty.
To punish this misbehavior, I slid down his body, brushing my pussy against his rigid cock. He groaned, but remained absolutely still, as I swung my hips teasingly back and forth, lightly caressing the hard length of his dick with the wet heat of my twat. After a few moments of this torture, he broke and raised his hips, pressing his cock harder against me. I smirked in satisfaction and he groaned as I raised myself onto my knees, out of his reach. As I settled back onto my heels, his hard cock jerked in front of me, twitching with frustration.
A milky drop had collected in the narrow slot at its tip, and I couldn't resist the urge to taste it. I leaned forward cautiously, keeping my eyes on his face, and flicked my tongue across the swollen head of his dick. He gasped at the hot touch, but his hands didn't move from the pillows and I murmured in satisfaction. Reassured, I explored his cock with my tongue, delighting in the soft warmth of his skin.
I was bent over too tightly, so after a moment, I moved further down his body, onto his legs. My throbbing pussy ached to be touched, and I forced my knee between his legs, parting them until I could sink down onto his hard thigh. I leaned forward, gasping as I pressed my swollen clit against him. His muscles tightened under me, and I rocked faster, each grinding motion spiking pulses of pleasure through me.
His hard cock bobbed in front of my face, eager for more attention. I leaned forward, and brushed my lips down its velvet length. He moaned and jerked when I discovered a special spot on the under-side, just where the head met the shaft. Encouraged, I pressed my tongue against it, sucking gently as he shuddered. I opened my mouth wider, and pressed the head of his cock between my lips. He murmured encouragement. "Oh God, yes, just like that."
I bobbed my head, sinking down on his hard shaft until the swollen head brushed the back of my throat. The foreign sensation vividly brought to mind the attack I'd suffered, and I choked, gasping. I pulled off his cock, suddenly shaking with the remembered terror. Holding my breath, I struggled for control, reminding myself that this was nothing like that horrid experience, nothing at all. I forced myself to look up at Miles, the powerful man submitting to my control, helpless to resist me. It was a heady sensation, and I shivered as my pussy throbbed in response, the heat driving out the fear.
Miles waited patiently, and then groaned appreciatively when I wrapped my lips around his cock once more. His hips twitched, and I matched the rhythm he set, rocking on his thigh in time with my mouth sliding along his cock. The flickering pressure against my swollen clit sent surges of pleasure through me, and I moaned around his cock as the tension in my belly tightened. Fiery pleasure blanked out my mind and my toes curled in the sheets, as I ground my pussy against him more roughly, desperate for release.
As I shoved my hot pussy against his leg, he shuddered under me, thrusting his hips upwards faster and faster. Impossibly, his cock grew larger and harder, and I wrapped my hand around its base, sliding my fist up and down just below my wet mouth. He cried out hoarsely and then fell silent, holding his breath as his muscles tightened between my legs.