My hand falls away from him as a bolt of white hot pain shoots from my shoulder. "Fuck!" I scream, unable to hold back. I'm angry now, my nails digging into the wall leaving crescent shaped marks as a permanent reminder.
I can feel my pulse beating through my wound as the blood pumps out. I want to kill him and fuck him both, though I can't decide which would be more satisfying at the moment.
A shudder runs through me, straight down my spine as the delicious sensations that he's arousing from me dance across my nerves. My head dips forward, braced against the wall as involuntary moans escape my mouth.
Just as quickly as he started, just when I'm almost certain I'm going to come. He takes it all away. Leaving me breathless and on shaky legs.
I spin on him, anger flaring in my eyes. I'm no match for him physically, I'm not blind to that fact but that smirk on his face needs to be wiped right off. My hands plant firmly on his naked chest, twisting in the hair near his nipples and tugging hard. The hiss he let's out fills me with pride.
He's going to break me in two, I can feel it. It's the same thing I want to do to him. Instead I push him back with all the strength I have. He stumbles backwards, the backside of his legs hitting the bed.
I run my fingers along a scarf that is draped across the back of a chair. My eyes meet his, staring deeply, the desire to take that scrap of silk and use it on him is so tempting it practically hurts. Whether it's to wrap it around his throat or wrists, I can't really tell. Not that I'd have a shot, he's too powerful to get to that point.
I pull the scarf from it's spot, draping one side across my shoulder and wrapping the other loosely around my neck. I step to him, so close I can feel the rise and fall of his breath. "If you expect me to beg, you're out of luck."
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Date: 2010-01-11 05:33 am (UTC)From:I can feel my pulse beating through my wound as the blood pumps out. I want to kill him and fuck him both, though I can't decide which would be more satisfying at the moment.
A shudder runs through me, straight down my spine as the delicious sensations that he's arousing from me dance across my nerves. My head dips forward, braced against the wall as involuntary moans escape my mouth.
Just as quickly as he started, just when I'm almost certain I'm going to come. He takes it all away. Leaving me breathless and on shaky legs.
I spin on him, anger flaring in my eyes. I'm no match for him physically, I'm not blind to that fact but that smirk on his face needs to be wiped right off. My hands plant firmly on his naked chest, twisting in the hair near his nipples and tugging hard. The hiss he let's out fills me with pride.
He's going to break me in two, I can feel it. It's the same thing I want to do to him. Instead I push him back with all the strength I have. He stumbles backwards, the backside of his legs hitting the bed.
I run my fingers along a scarf that is draped across the back of a chair. My eyes meet his, staring deeply, the desire to take that scrap of silk and use it on him is so tempting it practically hurts. Whether it's to wrap it around his throat or wrists, I can't really tell. Not that I'd have a shot, he's too powerful to get to that point.
I pull the scarf from it's spot, draping one side across my shoulder and wrapping the other loosely around my neck. I step to him, so close I can feel the rise and fall of his breath. "If you expect me to beg, you're out of luck."