Driving Me Mad

Blake grabs me harder and pulls me back. He lets go of my panties but only so he can slide his hand down and play with my clit, driving me absolutely mad with need.

His hips behind me start to rock back and forth with my own rhythm and I feel him starting to press inside, starting to really almost come close to entering me.

I am so close to losing my resolve. One twitch or one wrong move and he'll just slip inside of me. And I don't know... I don't know that I can't chalk that up to a simple miscalculation. I just didn't quite get the details right, just forgot the mathematics. I just... didn't mean to.

Would that be a good enough excuse?

It wouldn't save me. I would be his then. He would have me body and soul and I'd crawl through broken glass just to beg for him to satisfy me. I would be broken and I would break everything, ruining my future.

I don't think the Baba Yaga gives third chances to women with regrets.

Steeling my resolve I manage again, "Please fuck my face."

"Shh," he says, "There will be time for that later."

"Please," I try again, "I'm offering it to you. Please fuck my face."

"You need to be specific," he outlines again, the movement so regular that I can't help but feel it rushing up and drawing closer each time, "If you don't want me to fuck you, you need to say it. Use your fucking words you dumb slut. Say no. That's it. One simple word. One fucking syllable. Or are you too dumb and is your vocabulary too fucking stunted to actually utter it?"

I hate this. I hate the way that he's speaking to me. I hate the fact that he's pushing all the right buttons and I hate the fact that it's working.

Because that one word feels like it's an eternity away. And no matter how far I reach for it and no matter how close I get it always seems to slip through my fingers like trying to grasp sand.

"Please," I beg him again.

"That's not a no," he growls, letting me go and letting me fall forward so that I'm falling against the wall with my hands splayed and my bare breasts pressed against the rough brick.

He slides in so smoothly and he snuggles in so right. His cock head pressing at me as that pressure increases, as I feel him start to push in and take me.

As I feel myself start to get fucked for the very first time.

By the man I hate.

By the worst man I know.

By the man I'm trying to save, for reasons that right now are escaping me.

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