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Story: Interrogating India
And I’m kissing him back, came the next wild thought as the blood and saliva trickled out the sides of her gaping mouth, rolled down the back of her open throat.
Indy wasn’t sure whose blood she was drinking, wasn’t sure whose saliva she was swallowing, wasn’t sure whose lips she was devouring, whose tongue she was taking down her throat like a snake. She wasn’t sure of anything but the sensations ripping through her body.
Because there was no mistaking that.
No mistaking the way her body felt to be controlled like this, to be overwhelmed like this, to be held down by the impossibly heavy weight of this man.
Indy clawed at the air, pushing with all her strength against Ice’s viselike grips on her wrists as he ground his rock-hard bulge into her pussy that she swore she could smell even through her clothes. She opened and closed her fists again as she thrashed beneath him, but Indy wasn’t trying to break free.
In the privacy of her mind Indy admitted that being restrained was somehow shockingly liberating. A deep, dark part of her reveled in the strange safety of Ice’s overwhelming strength, the perplexing warmth of his suffocating weight, the seductive security of being totally under his control, his ownership, his dominance.
Because in a way Ice was totally under her control too, came the feverish thought through the red-hot desire surging through Indy. He was holding her wrists and devouring her lips and grinding his heavy erection into her aching pussy, but Ice was a prisoner too, not just chained to the metal pipes but bound to her in a way Indy couldn’t explain in words but could see in images, feel in emotion, understand in a way that was primal and primitive.
She cried out in her madness, her eyes shut so tight her head hurt. Behind her fluttering eyelids she could see patterns and colors. She was aware of her body and his with a vividness and intimacy that made it seem like they were a single organism right now, bound not to the physical world but to each other.
But at the same time the physical world was hyper-real to Indy. She could feel Ice’s thick cock pressed lengthwise against her slit. The layers of cloth between them only added to the friction, enhancing her arousal as they moved feverishly over each other like teenagers in the dark, using instinct as their only guide, desire giving them direction, passion their only purpose.
That purpose seemed to draw closer now, their movements frantic and erratic, grunts and groans filling the air around them, hot breaths coming in rapid succession, pants and gasps interspersed with the metallic creaks from the straining bathroom pipes being pulled into the fray.
Indy gasped out loud, then gulped to take a breath. She almost choked on Ice’s tongue, biting down and making him growl into her mouth.
She heard herself cackle as Ice withdrew from her mouth, licked her face like a wolf, then pushed his throbbing erection down so hard against her crotch Indy felt her pussy lips spread from the pressure, sensed her wetness pour through two layers of cloth.
And suddenly Indy was coming.
She didn’t know it until her eyelids flicked open while her eyes remained sightless, blind with raw ecstasy that shut down her brain and moved all her consciousness to her body, every part of her body, from her black-painted toes to her blood-stained nose, from her throbbing clit to her soaking slit.
“Oh,shit!” Indy screamed, her hips bucking up to meet Ice’s desperate movements, her breath catching in her throat as she sputtered and spat and screamed again. “Oh,fuck!”
The climax ripped through her like a bullet, and Indy strained against Ice’s grip, pushed against his weight, then screamed again when his erection pressed down on her mound and stayed pressed against her throbbing slit.
She blinked her eyes into half-blurred semi-focus and gasped at the sight of Ice’s face contorted in a grimace of pure ecstasy. His neck strained thick like a tree-trunk, his jugular throbbing like he was about to explode and die, his eyes rolling up in his head like a man possessed, the blood from his nose and mouth mixing with their combined saliva to paint a picture of sheer madness, absolute insanity.
Indy stared in stunned wonder as Ice came like a train wreck, his thick shaft convulsing against her wet crotch. She could sense him exploding in his pants, could feel each shockwave of ecstasy go through his body and into hers like they truly were a single organism, a single orgasm.
Indy shuddered along with him, staring into his eyes as he found enough focus to look down at her. Indy herself was still humming from the bliss of her own climax, and the sensation of him coming in his pants against her crotch drew out a long trembling sigh that came from somewhere deep inside her chest.
Ice blinked twice more, grunting and grimacing through the death throes of his climax. His hips jerked one last time against her body, and then Ice let out a heavy groan and collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her cheek, warm against her ears.
His grip on her wrists finally loosened, and Indy’s breath caught as Ice’s fingers traced their way across her palms before locking with her fingers tight, so tight it was like they were fused together, bonds that couldn’t be broken, not now, not ever.
They lay in silence, their breathing falling into a comfortable rhythm, their hearts beating in lockstep, like everything about them had locked together like their intertwined fingers, their intertwined fates.
Then Ice raised his head, licked the crusty blood off his lips, frowned and blinked like he was surprised, had just awoken from a dream, just returned from a trip out of his own mind.
“That was not supposed to happen,” he muttered, blinking again and shaking his head. His jaw tightened, but his eyes shone with a brightness that couldn’t be faked. A moment later he cracked a grin, shook his head, then leaned in and kissed her lips before smothering her with his weight again. “Fuck, that wasnotsupposed to happen.”
Indy smiled up at the ceiling as Ice chuckled against her neck and then kissed her beneath her left ear, staying nuzzled against her like a big bad wolf taking care of its mate.
“Wait, are you saying this isn’t how Delta interrogators get suspects to talk?” Indy moved her hips playfully beneath him, giggling as he licked her neck and then followed it up with a noisy smacking kiss. “Dry-humping terrorists isn’t standard operating procedure?”
Ice pulled on her earlobe with his teeth, then raised his head and cocked his left eyebrow. His gaze moved down along their bodies to where they were still joined at the crotch.
“Not sure ifdryis the right word,” he muttered, pulling his body back far enough that Indy could see the glistening wetness that had soaked through Ice’s combat pants.
“Oh, dear,” Indy whispered, a shudder going through her body and her voice at the same time. She blinked up at him, flashed a hesitant smile. The afterglow of their orgasms had blown away that earlier tension, but the space was rapidly filling with a new sort of tension.
A tension seething with one burning question.
Indy wasn’t sure whose blood she was drinking, wasn’t sure whose saliva she was swallowing, wasn’t sure whose lips she was devouring, whose tongue she was taking down her throat like a snake. She wasn’t sure of anything but the sensations ripping through her body.
Because there was no mistaking that.
No mistaking the way her body felt to be controlled like this, to be overwhelmed like this, to be held down by the impossibly heavy weight of this man.
Indy clawed at the air, pushing with all her strength against Ice’s viselike grips on her wrists as he ground his rock-hard bulge into her pussy that she swore she could smell even through her clothes. She opened and closed her fists again as she thrashed beneath him, but Indy wasn’t trying to break free.
In the privacy of her mind Indy admitted that being restrained was somehow shockingly liberating. A deep, dark part of her reveled in the strange safety of Ice’s overwhelming strength, the perplexing warmth of his suffocating weight, the seductive security of being totally under his control, his ownership, his dominance.
Because in a way Ice was totally under her control too, came the feverish thought through the red-hot desire surging through Indy. He was holding her wrists and devouring her lips and grinding his heavy erection into her aching pussy, but Ice was a prisoner too, not just chained to the metal pipes but bound to her in a way Indy couldn’t explain in words but could see in images, feel in emotion, understand in a way that was primal and primitive.
She cried out in her madness, her eyes shut so tight her head hurt. Behind her fluttering eyelids she could see patterns and colors. She was aware of her body and his with a vividness and intimacy that made it seem like they were a single organism right now, bound not to the physical world but to each other.
But at the same time the physical world was hyper-real to Indy. She could feel Ice’s thick cock pressed lengthwise against her slit. The layers of cloth between them only added to the friction, enhancing her arousal as they moved feverishly over each other like teenagers in the dark, using instinct as their only guide, desire giving them direction, passion their only purpose.
That purpose seemed to draw closer now, their movements frantic and erratic, grunts and groans filling the air around them, hot breaths coming in rapid succession, pants and gasps interspersed with the metallic creaks from the straining bathroom pipes being pulled into the fray.
Indy gasped out loud, then gulped to take a breath. She almost choked on Ice’s tongue, biting down and making him growl into her mouth.
She heard herself cackle as Ice withdrew from her mouth, licked her face like a wolf, then pushed his throbbing erection down so hard against her crotch Indy felt her pussy lips spread from the pressure, sensed her wetness pour through two layers of cloth.
And suddenly Indy was coming.
She didn’t know it until her eyelids flicked open while her eyes remained sightless, blind with raw ecstasy that shut down her brain and moved all her consciousness to her body, every part of her body, from her black-painted toes to her blood-stained nose, from her throbbing clit to her soaking slit.
“Oh,shit!” Indy screamed, her hips bucking up to meet Ice’s desperate movements, her breath catching in her throat as she sputtered and spat and screamed again. “Oh,fuck!”
The climax ripped through her like a bullet, and Indy strained against Ice’s grip, pushed against his weight, then screamed again when his erection pressed down on her mound and stayed pressed against her throbbing slit.
She blinked her eyes into half-blurred semi-focus and gasped at the sight of Ice’s face contorted in a grimace of pure ecstasy. His neck strained thick like a tree-trunk, his jugular throbbing like he was about to explode and die, his eyes rolling up in his head like a man possessed, the blood from his nose and mouth mixing with their combined saliva to paint a picture of sheer madness, absolute insanity.
Indy stared in stunned wonder as Ice came like a train wreck, his thick shaft convulsing against her wet crotch. She could sense him exploding in his pants, could feel each shockwave of ecstasy go through his body and into hers like they truly were a single organism, a single orgasm.
Indy shuddered along with him, staring into his eyes as he found enough focus to look down at her. Indy herself was still humming from the bliss of her own climax, and the sensation of him coming in his pants against her crotch drew out a long trembling sigh that came from somewhere deep inside her chest.
Ice blinked twice more, grunting and grimacing through the death throes of his climax. His hips jerked one last time against her body, and then Ice let out a heavy groan and collapsed on top of her, his breath hot against her cheek, warm against her ears.
His grip on her wrists finally loosened, and Indy’s breath caught as Ice’s fingers traced their way across her palms before locking with her fingers tight, so tight it was like they were fused together, bonds that couldn’t be broken, not now, not ever.
They lay in silence, their breathing falling into a comfortable rhythm, their hearts beating in lockstep, like everything about them had locked together like their intertwined fingers, their intertwined fates.
Then Ice raised his head, licked the crusty blood off his lips, frowned and blinked like he was surprised, had just awoken from a dream, just returned from a trip out of his own mind.
“That was not supposed to happen,” he muttered, blinking again and shaking his head. His jaw tightened, but his eyes shone with a brightness that couldn’t be faked. A moment later he cracked a grin, shook his head, then leaned in and kissed her lips before smothering her with his weight again. “Fuck, that wasnotsupposed to happen.”
Indy smiled up at the ceiling as Ice chuckled against her neck and then kissed her beneath her left ear, staying nuzzled against her like a big bad wolf taking care of its mate.
“Wait, are you saying this isn’t how Delta interrogators get suspects to talk?” Indy moved her hips playfully beneath him, giggling as he licked her neck and then followed it up with a noisy smacking kiss. “Dry-humping terrorists isn’t standard operating procedure?”
Ice pulled on her earlobe with his teeth, then raised his head and cocked his left eyebrow. His gaze moved down along their bodies to where they were still joined at the crotch.
“Not sure ifdryis the right word,” he muttered, pulling his body back far enough that Indy could see the glistening wetness that had soaked through Ice’s combat pants.
“Oh, dear,” Indy whispered, a shudder going through her body and her voice at the same time. She blinked up at him, flashed a hesitant smile. The afterglow of their orgasms had blown away that earlier tension, but the space was rapidly filling with a new sort of tension.
A tension seething with one burning question.
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