It's late afternoon, and I'm having a bath. The sunlight outside the bathroom window is actually yellow; a warm, buttery color that I didn't think existed anywhere outside of novels. The water is warm as butter, too, and slick with bath oil that makes my skin feel like smooth, soft fur. Sighing, I float slightly in the water, and am almost asleep when you knock on the door, once, before opening it.
"I thought you'd gotten out by now," you say. "Aren't you pruning yet?"
"It's only been-" I check the delicate clock across the room and am surprised at the time. "Almost an hour," I finish sheepishly. I stand, the water running down my sides, and you offer a hand to help me out of the tub. When I take hold, however, instead of standing still, you yank me towards you. Off-balance, I slide in the slippery residue at the bottom of the tub and plunge into your arms, ending pressed against you with my wrist held behind my back.
"Whoops," you whisper, your breath soft, and I am about to pull away and apologize for wetting your shirt front when you put a bit more pressure on my arm, enough to make me rise slightly onto my toes. My skin is so hot from the water I feel as though I'm steaming, and now all of that heat is rushing to my clit. You pin my arm firmly, and with one movement, force your leg between my thighs, lifting me to the very tips of my toes. I rock slightly, looking down, as the flush moves into my cheeks.
"Look at me," you say.
I can't. I shake my head.
"I'm shy," I blurt out.
In response, you press your hips against me hard, and I can feel the bulge of your cock in your pants.
"Don't you ever say no to me," you say, and those words bring my head up like a puppy's. My clit throbs against your thigh, your words like an arrow of tension moving through me. I catch your eyes and fight the urge to look down, ashamed as I am of my strong reaction to your words. Instead, I keep looking and am rewarded by the sharp lust I see there. With two quick steps, you propel me backwards against the marble countertop. I lean both hands back behind me for balance, and you catch my wrists and hold them together. Your other hand moves quickly between my legs and inside me, holding me rooted as you bend me backwards. You nuzzle my neck, kissing, then harder kisses, then a little bite. "No hickeys," I whisper, breathless.
"I told you not to say no," you say and bite me hard, holding the flesh between your teeth like a wolf proving who's in charge.
In a swift move, you fling me forward, propelling me out of the room and into the hallway, so much colder that it's almost dizzying. I get a brief, surprised look at someone's face, and then we're in your bedroom, then your bed.
You all but throw me onto the mattress, where I bounce slightly, and then you're on top of me, pressing me down. I end up face-down, my ass high in the air like every classic porn pose.
"If I want to fuck you, I will," you say, and without any warning, thrust two fingers into my pussy. You lean close to my ear and say, "If I wanted to pierce you, here, I would," and you flick my clit with your thumb. "I want you to always carry something of mine with you, so you know who owns this." A third finger joins the first two, and I can't help pushing back against your hand, even as I cringe at the idea of my sensitive clit with a ring through it. As quickly as they went in, the fingers are gone, and my clit throbs with an invisible piercing.
I feel you pull away from me, and start to sit up, but you push me down. "Don't move," you say. You gently trace the inside of my thighs with your fingertips, making me shiver.
"If I wanted to tattoo you, I would," you say. "Here, where the skin is so soft, and I could look at it whenever I fucked you." With that, I let out a tiny moan and the dripping liquid from my pussy reaches your hand. You laugh and gently tap my clit. There is a rustling as you remove your clothes and position yourself behind me. Teasing me with the head of your cock, only just barely touching the empty, aching space where I want it to be, you say, "Do you want to say no to me now?"
I want to force you inside me, or scream, or cry, but instead I do nothing, hold very still, and you reward me by sliding into me. I gasp, as always, since every time feels like the first time with you, and you push your weight forward, sinking me into the bed. A few thrusts and I'm ready to beg for anything, any mark, any ring through any piece of flesh, if you'll only keep going, let me come. Instead, you pull back with what I'm certain is perversity, and flip me over easily. Your strength is rarely so obvious, but when it comes to putting me where you want me, I feel helpless and tiny underneath you.
You slide into me again and force my chin up, pressing your forearm lightly against my throat. It's so personal, this face-to-face fucking, and I blush, my eyes darting around. A bit of gentle pressure forces me to look at you. As soon as my eyes meet yours, you deepen your thrusts and I can't help groaning and arching my hips up towards yours. You look past me for a second and smile at something, then pull me tightly against you, thrusting hard and fast. You've trapped my arms against my sides, so even if I wanted to move, I couldn't. I don't though, I could stay with you inside me forever, fucking and fucking.
I'm surprised when you roll me up and over so I am on top of you, thighs on either side of your hips, since neither of us likes this position very much. Your hands lock onto my hips and hold me in place, your cock deep inside me. A breeze kisses my back, a breeze that is suddenly warmer, turning into someone else's breath, and I realize with a sudden flash of panic that we left the door open. The bed shifts as someone climbs onto it behind me and I push forward, trying to climb off you, but your hands are like steel bands.
Whoever it is has strong hands too, and they move to my breasts as yours migrate down and catch my wrists, pinning them. He's rough, and I let out a little gasp of pain when he rolls my nipples between his fingers. You pull me forward for a kiss, your cock still gently fucking me, and then you hold me inches from your lips and say, "Do you still want to say no?"
"I want you to fuck me," I say, barely a whisper, and you laugh.
"Hear that, Steve?" you say. Your hands drift to my ass, and I get a sudden dizzying vision of what will happen. Any idea I might have of struggling is squashed when I see the strength in your eyes. There is no escaping this; I'll do it because you want me to, and love it. I feel another shot of desire coursing through my stomach and practically come just from the idea. You stroke my ass cheeks carefully, and pull them apart.
Steve, whoever he is, nudges his cock gently against me. I can feel its warmth behind me, and then the coolness of lube. No, I want to say, but you catch my throat quickly in one hand and hold me still, your arm extended out so my back arches, the other hand at my waist as Steve slides inside me.
The two of you set up your own rhythm, nudging me back and forth, playing with me. You're still holding my throat and you bring my face down to yours for a devouring kiss as Steve's hands find my nipples again.
I gasp into your mouth, and you thrust into me so hard I can almost feel it in my skull. Steve responds with an energetic thrust of his own, and I'm coated in your sweat. I'm practically liquid myself, melting between the two of you.
Slowly, I can feel the tension creep up your body, and Steve is panting against my back, his forehead resting on my shoulder. His hands brush through my hair, and he slides a finger into my mouth as you flick my clit with one hand. With each brush of your thumb against the hard little button, my body tenses uncontrollably, almost like a cramp, but a cramp that feels so good I never want it to stop.
Your hands grip my hips so hard you're probably leaving bruises, and Steve's arms lock around my waist, holding me still as you both get faster, deeper. I'm shivering now, your every movement against my clit almost agonizing, I'm so sensitive. I'm so close now, so close, and I can feel the orgasm rising up from the pit of my stomach. With one last movement of your thumb, I tip over the edge, coming hard. My pussy clamps down as I do, and you hiss through your teeth, then groan, a long drawn-out sound.
You force my chin up so I'm looking right at you, and I can hear Steve's panting turn hoarse and then he loses control, coming in my ass as you whisper to me, your eyes wild and dark. "This is mine," you say, thrusting deeply inside me. "This belongs to me. Do you understand?"
I nod furiously, and as you pull my face down for a desperate kiss, you come with shudder after shudder. Your hands lace through my hair and I can feel your fingers shaking. We stay pressed against each other for a few seconds until falling exhaustedly sideways. Steve winds an arm around my waist, then brushes my hair back and kisses my cheek. "Thanks," he says. "Gotta go." Then he leaves, although I can tell by the draft that the door's still open.
Someone else could come along at any moment... Sticky and sore, I trail a hand along your side and you shiver, then roll towards me. Gathering me into your arms, you push inside me again with a gentle dreaminess, and I can feel you getting harder. "Mine," you whisper contentedly, and your cock says the same thing inside me. I can't help the moan that slips out as you go deeper, faster, and my pussy opens up to take you in again.