Please

A hard glitter, tinged with lust filled his eyes as he took in what I’d just done. I just did it. I stopped thinking. I was filled with aggression. He’s teasing me. “I want to hear you beg.” I dropped my eyes at his expression, ashamed that I’d lost control to that degree and shoved him against the wall, but I couldn’t seem to contain myself. Following through the next urge, I lowered my head and bit him beside his nipple, turning it into a sucking kiss, and running my hand down into his pants to get to what I wanted. I was panting yet trying not to push him any harder with my pushy behavior. I hoped to arouse him if I could get my hands on him. He grunted softly as my fingers brushed the head of his cock.

I felt his hands grasp my upper arms and reverse us, pushing me abruptly against the wall. My mouth was captured by his. A punishing hard kiss. His tongue filling my mouth, while his hands continued a teasing exploration of my body, finding all sorts of places to cause shivers of desire to race over me.

I moaned when I felt my dress shred further as he sought what he wanted. My hands came up to try to get his pants open again. All I cared about was getting him inside me. Again, I am thwarted, my hands pushed behind my back, easily captured them in one of his while he continues to tease me.

“Beg…beg or I’ll tie you up and tease you a long time…”

A growl escapes me and I begin to wriggle at his fingers teasing my clit gently, softly. The softness of his touch on my clit completely at odds with his shoulder shoving me against the wall. I came and my knees buckled.

And I felt myself being lifted on to the bed, the shreds of my dress scattered oddly around me. My hands free, I went for his cock, but am captured again as he begins a slow exploration of my neck with this teeth and lips. Next, chewing my nipples softly…along my ribs…my lower belly. Each one making me writhe and yearn for him to mount me. But I won’t beg.

“Let me hear it… and I’ll give you what you want…”

His teeth find my labia, licking, biting…

Sucking me in, I feel his tongue exploring the folds of my flesh, tasting me. I groan loudly and cum. I can feel a ‘please’ rising up in me. I can feel it threatening to burst from my lips, but I grit my teeth against it.

Flipping me over, he rises back up my body and starts his biting journey again from my neck to my buttocks. I buck and writhe to try to wriggle away from the torment of his mouth. Rising yet again, he takes the flesh of my shoulder into his mouth and holds it while letting me feel his warm hardness against my cheeks, rubbing me with its soft skin. I can feel my fists ball up and I start trying in earnest to roll over. “Get off!”

I can feel anger well in me and the need to cry. A sob half escapes with a panting groan as his hand slips under me and finds my clit again. He lets my shoulder go and whispers softly…”Don’t worry. By tomorrow morning, I’ll have taken you. You’ll get what you want. Eventually. But you’ll get it sooner if you give me what I want.” And another orgasm sweeps over me. I hear a maddening chuckle in my ear and feel my body flipped over once again.

I had this idea that I would wrestle my way out of his arms because I am so upset, it seemed like a recipe for disaster to keep going…I feel determined to put a stop to things. I don’t consider my safe word. I don’t consider my promise to never say no. I’m just going to get up and stop. I don’t want to play any more. I want to hide. But then I feel his cock against my pubic bone. Its warm and hard and I want it. I can’t help myself. I start to wriggle trying to get him in me, forgetting the resolve of seconds before. He uses his hips to press mine against the bed, pressing his cock between us; his belly against mine, his chest pressing me down and his mouth plundering mine.

Perhaps seduction would work where aggression hadn’t. I wrap my arms and legs around him and begin rocking against him, kissing him back with as much lust as I have in me. Finally he comes up for air. That glint still in his eyes, but the lust taking over. Feeling a bit of triumph that this isn’t as easy as he’s led me to believe, I run my hands seductively down his ribs, grazing him with my nails and try to kiss him again.

He steers clear of my mouth and sinks his teeth into my earlobe firmly, pinching my nipple hard, sliding just an inch into my pussy. That is worse than not having him in me at all. And he damn well knows it. “Give it to me!” I growled out the command.

He pulls out. I start to cuss my extreme displeasure, and feel him flip me over again. A sharp, harsh spank shakes my hips. I gasp at the sting of it, eyes watering. “You behave.”

I receive about ten very harsh spanks. Each one must have left a hand print. They hurt! I am dripping. Frustrated. Yearning. All I care about is being fucked. I can hear a little voice in my head telling me to behave, but I just…can’t. I need what I need and he’s teasing me. I can’t stand it. I want to run away, but he keeps arousing me so, I feel compelled to keep trying to get him inside me. I can feel tears running across my cheeks.

Rising up my body, he bites my other shoulder and holds it in his teeth again, shoving his cock in me a couple inches, pulling out and rubbing the wet on my butt. “Beg for it…”

I shouted at him. I couldn’t not. “Please give me your cock!” Nothing submissive about that whatsoever, but I was wild…beyond caring about protocol. He pulled back off me and spanked me some more, not speaking. Softer this time, more pleasurable, but spanking hard nevertheless. I lift my ass into it. It was satisfying to feel the pain of it. It took the edge off my anger and frustration. In a somewhat softer voice, “Will you give me your cock?”

I feel him rise up over me again, sliding in me just a little bit, thrusting shallow a few times and then leaning back, pulling out. I could have shrieked like a banshee! Before I can open my mouth, I feel a slap of many falls from a flogger. He flogs me until my whole back feels intensely hot. Teasing me now and then with the tip of his cock against my juicy pussy, he keeps me focused and not so trancy, until he’s done.

“Roll over” I do eagerly, hoping I could get him inside me finally. I didn’t. He started in on oral sex. It was wonderful…maddening. I needed to be filled up, rode hard.

My back felt hot and stingy against the bed.

I was soon riding his mouth though…softening more with each moment of orgasm. Every so often, he’d raise his head and give me a sharp smack on my clit or nipple. Then he’d go back to his torment of my clit. I could feel the clutches of the frustration leaving me…even as the yearning for his cock possessed me further. The defiant pride about not begging was rapidly starting to not matter. If it got me what I wanted, did it matter that he’d been teasing me to get me to beg him? Did it matter that he knew I didn’t like begging and teased me anyway?

I could feel more and more of the tension leaving my body…Ever so softly, “Please…I need something inside.” I felt his mouth shift out of the way and his fingers slide under his chin, filling me with thick digits, rubbing, exploring. Orgasms exploded through me. I wriggled and rode his mouth and hand…softening yet again.

He was relentless…Even though I’d begun to beg, It wasn’t enough. He wanted more. He made me cum awhile and then crawled up my body, cock poised at the entrance of my sopping wet pussy. He filled my mouth with the taste of me. I sucked my juices off his tongue and gripped his hips with my legs, trying to pull him toward me.

“Beg me for it. What do you want…?” He pinched my nipple hard.

I gasped, “Please…”

I got an inch in reward. A whine burst from me and I tried to buck and wriggle lower under him to get more in me, but he lay on me again, preventing it. “More. Beg more. Let me hear it….what do you want?”

I didn’t want to beg. It feels…too vulnerable. It feels like I’m begging for love. Some of that emotion must have showed in my eyes…”You want me badly…I need to hear you say it. I need you to express aloud how much you want me. I want to see you submit to me…plead for what you want from me….do it…”

Something in his voice, broke down the rest of my resistance. I melted…”Please, fuck me. i need you…please…please give me what I need.”

I felt him slide just shy of my sweet spot. When the extraordinary pleasure of feeling him plow into my yearning juiciness passed, I realized that he was still teasing me. Frustration welled up in me again…I wanted to hit him. I’d finally submitted something he wanted from me…something that I felt truly…but didn’t feel ready to share. He’d demanded it on his time table, despite my desire that it be given in mine. It made me angry. I tried to push away…and then I heard his soft voice again, “Tell me again about how much you want me. I need to hear it…”

He was asking…not demanding. He withheld the full satisfaction of his cock, but with a request, not a demand. Emotionally, I felt myself open. I felt what was behind that stated need…the need to know how desirable he is as a man. The need for me to submit to him. The need to subdue me…and to extract from me something I’d never given when I didn’t want to…and I hadn’t started out wanting to tonight. But I do want to now. And that’s really what melted me…that he needed me to mean those pleading words from deep down inside; not just parrot them. He wanted me to let go pride with him…be willing to express lust for him freely aloud.

A simple sweet desire. And a determined seduction of my will to his. It turned me on suddenly and intensely. I felt a rush of heat fill my belly all the way to my throat; a rush of desire for him, for his dominance, for his heart. This mingled with the desire for his cock. I wanted to connect with him…not just get his cock to fill me. I heard my own voice begin pleading…”Please fuck me. Please pound my cunt…Give it to me. Please…Fill me up. Please! Make me cum please. Please!” There was no more aggression in my voice. No more reluctance. Just begging him to do something to please me. My soft, submissive voice filled the room, not stopping…not even when he pulled back and then rammed himself home in me….time after time. I didn’t stop…though the words left me mostly, as the orgasms took me. “Please…” was all that would come out of me for the most part, but he was pleased that once I started, I gave without stint. If he stopped ‘more’ would be added to please. If he fucked me softly, ‘harder’ would be added. If he fucked me shallow, I’d plead for ‘deeper’. He was smiling at me. Sometimes chuckling…but I bucked on him for all I was worth, milking him with my orgasms, giving him a steady symphony of moans, panting and pleading.

“Please…”

The word filled my dreams that night…along with the memory of his seduction in pursuit of that word.

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