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Story: Control

“I bet it’s exciting, not knowing what’s coming next.”

Her head falls back with her mouth slightly open, and I can see she’s on the edge. The way she’s acting, desperate for more, makes something raw twist inside me.

“You’re putting on quite a show, huh?” I tease, watching her closely.

Before she can respond, I push her roughly against the wall. She yelps but keeps her body poised and ready for me. When I claim her mouth in a wild kiss, she goes limp against me, melting as I fuck her mouth with my tongue. Our kiss is rough and fast, and when I pull away, I lick my lower lip.

“Touch both your nipples.”

She moans in response.

“Pinch them. Squeeze them hard. Oh, yeah…you’re fucking perfect.”

Her eyes glaze over as she stares at me, but she nods again, her lips moving without words.

“Look at my dick. Look how hard I already am. Put your hand around it. You feel that? You feel it pulsing in your hands, huh?”

“Oh, fuck, baby…I—I…”

“No, keep playing with your tits, silly girl. I didn’t tell you to stop. Oh…there you go, just like that. Pull on it hard. I know you like that. I know you like it rough.”

“Yes,” she moans.

“Then be rough.”

She doesn’t stop touching her tits but begins to twirl faster, desperately trying to relieve the gnawing ache between her legs. I’ve been there before. Watching Daniela in her little apartment has left me on edge, and whether I like it or not, I can’t stopthinking about how much I want to pound my dick into her sweet, tightpussy.

For now, I keep my focus on this woman. “You’re so damn hot. I have to touch myself.”

“Touch me too,” she whispers, a plea glimmering in her eyes. “I need to feel your hands on me, please.”

I shake my head sternly, seizing both of her wrists and pulling her hands above her head. “Tonight isn’t about you, silly. It doesn’t matter what you want, got that? You take what you’re offered.”

“Yes…yes, sir.” Her shiver makes her feel like a delicate, beautiful bird in my arms. “I’m so wet for you…”

“I’m sure you are.” I spin her around, pressing her face hard against the wall. She cries out, panic in her voice, and tries to push away from my grip, but I hold her steady.

“Please…wait!” she yelps.

I want to claim and possess everything about Daniela. I want her, and I can’t shake the craving. But she isn’t here right now.

I deliver a sharp slap to the woman’s bare backside, eliciting a moan from her. “Oh…”

“You want me to fuck you? Nah, you’re going to have to prove to me that you deserve it.”

“How? Tell me, please.”

I trap her between my rock-hard cock and the wall, leaving her no room to escape. With a swift movement, I kick her feet apart and push a finger deep inside her without warning. She cries out for a second before wiggling her hips against my finger. I press my body against hers, bruising her soft flesh against the edge of my bedroom wall, marking her as mine. “Touch your clit. No, not too fast. Yeah, just like that.”

She moans loudly. When I push in two fingers from behind, she abandons her clit and plants her hands on the wall for support. “You like that? You like the way I finger your pussy?”

“Yes…” she whispers.

“You’re so warm and tight. Look at me. No, look at me.”

I turn her around and stare down at the red bruises blooming on her stomach. My cock tightens at the sight. The pain I inflict on her intertwines with the pleasure, and the more time I spend with her, the more I think about Daniela and how much I want to spill myself inside her pouty mouth.

“You’re my fucking little plaything,” I tell the woman instead. “And I want you to say it.”