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Chapter 2: My Limit

She tore off her shirt and shorts, hurling them against the pink-striped wall. They crumpled, heaped on the floor next to the glossy black wainscoting. She was wearing a baby pink bra with lacy trim and small bows and a matching pair of panties. They were so girlish, they seemed almost innocent.

But Harper was anything but.

She grabbed my ankles and shoved my legs up into the air, curling my lower back.

"Hey!" I yelped in surprise, but if she heard me, she didn't seem to care.

She shot me a warning look that made my toes curl. Instantly, I realized that I was no longer in charge of what was happening. Harper was in control — she was going to use me exactly how she wanted. I was just along for the ride. I suddenly felt totally exposed in silky lingerie, completely at her mercy.

Is this how girls feel whenever they have sex?

"I told you, Tom," she said, pushing my legs until they were almost at my shoulders. "I'm gunna fuck you. Are you ready to be my little toy?"

"Ahh — Harper!" I moaned.

Why does this all sound so good?

"Not an answer!" she snapped, leaning down and clenching my chin in her hand. "I asked you a question. Are you ready to be my little toy?"

"I — I —" I stammered, shocked at her aggression. "Yeah, Harper, I think so."

"You look ready," she said smugly, sitting back and working her panties off. "You look like the perfect little slut, ready to get fucked."

I shouldn't have liked being called that. It was my job to be the one in charge. I was supposed to be telling Harper about how she was going to suck my dick and make me cum, right? But even as she was talking, I knew I couldn't object — and I couldn't remember the last time I'd been this turned on.

It's just because you're excited to finally fuck her, I reassured myself. You'll do whatever it takes.

"Look how hard you already are in your little panties," she purred, grabbing my cock and pulling it between my legs. "You like this, don't you?"

I couldn't speak. I just stared at her with wide eyes between my legs, my ankles by my ears, my cock pointing towards her. Everything had been going so smoothly: I'd come over just because I was in the neighborhood. She'd invited me in and had found a flimsy excuse for us to go to her bedroom. We'd started kissing and I got naked — how had it turned into me laying on my back in a short satin nightie?

I can stop this whenever I want, I thought. A man has to have a limit somewhere.

But I guess this wasn't mine.

"God, your ass looks good in those panties," she grinned, smacking my cheek and digging her fingers into it.

I yelped, half in pain and half in pleasure. My cock twitched in her hand. She chuckled, shaking her head.

"Grab your ankles so I can fuck you properly," she instructed.

Almost without thinking, I complied. One thought slipped through unabated, and mostly unwelcome:

You are really enjoying this.

I looked at Harper between my spread legs as she wrenched my dick down between my legs and towards her. It now stood straight up into the air. Holding it, she straddled me, hovering just above my cock. Then she slowly lowered herself. She was so wet, I slipped in. We both gasped at the sudden warmth from each other's bodies, pleasure washing over me. Suddenly, I became keenly aware of what I was wearing, the panties burrowing between my exposed cheeks.

As Harper reached the base of my cock, her thighs rested against mine. I tried to thrust into her, but I could barely move. She looked down at me with a serene expression, her body taut and strong. I felt her clench around my cock, the sudden tightness making me gasp. Again the sound was high and feminine, though this time I felt no shame.

She began to rock her hips forwards and backwards, driving herself along my cock. It may have been attached to me, but I did not feel in control. Her movements rocked my body — if anything, it felt like she was fucking me with my own cock. Her hips bumped into mine as she thrust against me. Soon, she had picked up a fast, steady rhythm.

I was completely under her control. No matter how I moved, she held me in place. She fucked me hard, my cock belonging to her. She slammed her hips against me with every thrust. I squealed as she rode me, nightie brushing my nipples.

"Do you like it when I fuck you?" Harper panted.

"Fuck," I moaned, barely able to admit it to myself. "Yes, Harper, you feel so good."

"You've got a good cock, slut," she grinned. "You're taking me so well."

It was like a lion baring its fangs.

"You're so tight," I groaned.

"You're so pretty in your nightie."

My stomach clenched, and I felt a strange sense of pride.

"Are you going to be my good slut and make me cum?" she growled, leaning forwards, pushing my legs even further towards my ears.

My panty-covered rear was high in the air. She was fucking me hard and fast now, her orgasm obviously building. Her eyes were wide and wild, back arched, ramming herself against me, using me entirely for her pleasure. It felt disorienting for my own body to feel so alien and disconnected.

"Yes, Harper," I moaned. "I fucking want you to cum!"

"What are you?"

"I'm… I'm your slut," I said slowly, the words feeling foreign.

"No!" she snapped. "Not just a slut. You're my fucking sissy slut!"

Where is my limit?

She let out a loud, choked moan as her body went tight and rigid against me. My cock was buried deep inside of her, and I could feel her muscles clenching and releasing around me. For a moment she was silent, then she let out a scream of pleasure. Her hands tightened around my ankles, nails sinking into my skin. The pain was bright and hot and made my cock twitch inside of her.

Then she collapsed backwards.

"Fuck," she panted on the bed.

I lowered my legs slowly, body quaking at the sudden denial. I was still furiously horny. I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't cum during sex. My cock stood straight up, shaking angrily.

"Harper," I said softly. "I haven't… You know."

She looked over at me, sweaty hair matted on her forehead. She was smiling again, a twisted expression that excited me as much as it worried me.

"You can cum tonight, wearing that," she said, sliding off the bed and beginning to get dressed. "Play with yourself and send me a video."

"You're not going to…?"

"Not going to what, Tom?" Her tone was fierce.

"You got to cum, Harper. Isn't it my turn?"

"I told you," she growled, circling the bed until she next to me. "You can cum tonight if you wear your pretty nightie."

Her hand shot out and she grabbed my face, pinching my cheeks between her fingers. She shoved me down onto the bed and pushed my face into the mattress. I yelped in surprise. Her face was so close to mine that I could feel her breath on my cheek.

"I want you to spend the whole day thinking about me," she whispered, voice heavy and angular. "I want you hot and horny and desperate for me."

"What the hell, Harper!" I gasped, struggling uselessly against her.

My cock was harder than ever.

"I want you pretty and excited to dress up for me," she continued. "I want you to spend all day thinking about your pretty lingerie and cumming in it just for me. I own your dick now, Tom. And I only want it in panties."

That's my limit, I thought. This is too far.

But I knew it wasn't true.