Dragging Me Down

Blake growls and drags me down to my knees. He takes a step back as he does it so that by the time I hit the ground I'm stumbling and off balance and entirely at his mercy.

Before I know it I'm eye-to-eye with his cock and he's only holding me with one hand gripping into my hair so the other grasps the base of his cock and lines it up while he grunts through gritted teeth.

"I'm going to shut that pretty mouth of yours up with my cock."

Moaning and opening and letting him in is easy. Taking the full force of his fury and frustration? Time will tell if I have it in me.

Right now I've just got his cock in me. Pushing past my lips quickly and with a rush of vengeance that almost seems to push the air out of my body.

He plunges in hard and ready and steady. He grips me so that I can't fight it and he fucks himself into my mouth with three quick strokes before pulling back and slamming himself into me completely.

Every other time I've had the chance to work myself up to this, but it's different now. Because every other time I've had some measure of control and right now and here I've given all of it over to him, so Blake isn't holding back.

Not that I want him to.

No, I want this. I want his hand holding my head steady. I want his hips speeding up stroke by stroke, taking me faster. I want him to grip my head and pull when he decides that I need air. When he decides to give me a little mercy.

Each time he pushes a little further past my limits. Every time I feel my lungs burning and I want to cry out for mercy but how am I supposed to do that with his hand holding me to him, with his cock down my throat? Choking off my only source of protest and leaving me entirely at his whims. Dependent on him. Dominated by him.

It's a funny thing. Sex is, in a lot of ways, based around trust. Trusting your partner to be the kind of person who isn't going to cross your limits because we can ask them to pull back, but there is always the chance that they'll misunderstand either deliberately or accidentally.

I didn't trust Blake in a lot of things. The man spins a web of lies and he's crafty and charming enough to make most people forget that he does. So many layered one on another that it's a small miracle he manages to keep his house of cards from toppling because it's all hollow inside, each card not even touching one another and held together only with a hope and a prayer.

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