Just one bite

Warm puffs of liquid seemed to evaporate on her mind. Perhaps that was the best analogy Maria could find for herself if it was possible to think at all. Perhaps then she would have been able to find a better description. Since it also felt like these moments when you’ve had a bit more to drink than usual and you feel quite hammered. As if the world is a bit slow around you. A dizziness spreading through your veins. Maria didn’t know how it feels to be drunk. But she had seen it many of times happening to the friends of her sister. Though that knowledge she had was unreachable. As if you’ve forgotten something. As if the thing you are reaching for has been placed on a higher shelf and so you are unable to find it. Making it unable to think clearly. To be clear, Maria’s head wasn’t a drunken mess of thoughts. There was a silence in her head as if it had always been there. A clearness to her thoughts that overwhelmed her quite the same as any **** would do. While her eyes were focussed on this man she didn’t know the name off.

He seemed to be losing an internal monologue to himself. Which made her feel a bit better. Though she didn’t know why. There were a lot of things she couldn’t really grasp her head around right now. Maria was most of all contemplating why she had asked for this man’s address. Why it felt so important to leave her home after a long workday. What need there was to knock so willingly at his door. A desperation having festered itself in her hands which begged the door to be opened until it did. All in all, Maria was a workaholic. Someone who didn’t care all that much for friends. The only person she cared about being her sister. A person who didn’t need there to be a social life, because that was work to her.A perfect victim for a villain.

Perhaps you would think her to worry about all of these things as Maria looks at the man still in an internal struggle. But she is quite incapable of that at the moment. Not registering that the man in front of her held her thoughts in his hands. He could squeeze if he wanted to. Which did seem to reach her mind for some reason. Fueling some desire that could now be voiced.

“Bite me”

It came out as another cloud seemed to disperse itself over her mind. Desperately she was wishing for there to be a light again. Whatever it would be, she would follow it. A command, a directive, she wouldn’t slap it away. Just like work. Because there she had some sort of control. As in, she knew what was expected of her. She knew to what goal they were working towards. Being held in a thoughtless state without reason made her both agitated as well as…relaxed. Something her body had desperately asked for in the past years, but she had never really paid any attention to. And an addicted part of Maria hated it. Because it didn’t want to relax. It wanted to work to forget about everything else. To prove herself in an uphill battle.

“Please bite me”

A trickle of humiliation went down the spine of Maria. Though it did the opposite of what awake Maria would have expected. Goosebumps mixed in with a chill of damp pleasure between her legs. And without many of her thoughts to stop her from doing so. She felt how her mouth opened and a long breath walked out of her. Something that the man didn’t seem to notice. It actually felt so nice to beg that Maria was thinking of saying something again. To deepen this feeling that was alien to her body and felt so good. Only to be interrupted by the man standing up.

Now that she sat down, she sees how tall he is. She can almost see the muscle mass under his shirt. Some veins being because his hands go back to his face. Even though Maria knows he’s going to do as she had begged. While her eyes go down to his baggy pants. To be surprised by a tall tent standing up. And even though her thoughts weren’t clear. Her body is primal. So as the man gets the better of himself, she looks at the rod obscured by the pants. She watches it slide to the left somewhat to then slide back to the right. To be held somewhat in place by the elasticity of the hem of the pants. While Maria’s mind feels like it slips away further than it had before. Her focus completely there.

“I’ll bite you”

The man said. And so she knew it would. With just a movement of her neck, it was open for him to bite. As her eyes were glazed over like a doll. Looking blankly at the large swollen cock as it jerked in its confines. It coming closer to her as the man walked to her. Soon she felt the warm breath of his curling around her neck. It feeling like electricity had slithered under her skin. As for the first time she felt like someone was accepting her. Solely her. As his teeth melted her defenses. Sliding into her skin. An euphoric feeling all the way up to her mind. As she felt like her veins to her brain and to her cunt were in one grid. Interlocked with one another as she feels how her nerves are like a highway of pleasure. Her hands clenching into fists as she feels how her nipples are affected by the stream of information. Feeling as if they are stimulated as her mouth opens wide. Cum leaking out of her cunt as she silently cums to the immense powerful energy going through her.

His teeth are in her for awhile. How long doesn’t really matter to Maria. She doesn’t mind. That’s an understatement, she likes it. She likes being relaxed. She likes being bitten. And secretly, she likes being told what to do. Something so secret that her own mind was involuntary in sharing this with her own thoughts. Making it so that as Stan’s teeth were drawn back from her neckline and Maria was slowly waking up to the reality of things. She started to quickly get all of her things. While not a word is said. To run through the hallway, like she had thought about doing before. To grab ahold of the doorknob. Bursting it open. And make a run for the staircase. Not even trying to catch the elevator. When she gets down she runs at her car. Opens the door. Keys in. Back. Forward. The engine fails. Restart. And Maria is gone.