You're mine tonight

The beat vibrated through my body. Lights flashed with the music. He pressed another glass into my hand and I downed yet another shot. His hand snaked up my thigh, up beneath the indecently short skirt that barely covered me. I leaned back against him, grinding my hips in time with whatever track was playing, my head too full of lust and alcohol and the beat to even care what it was. I reached my hand up behind me, twisting and pulling his hair between my fingers. He brought his hand up to mine, pulled it back down to my waist. His mouth brushed against my ear; "You're mine tonight."

***

Walking into my flat my heart beat fast. I turned to look at him. His eyes were overflowing with lust. He stepped forward, gently stroked my cheek, slowly drifting his fingertips down my neck and shoulders. Without warning he suddenly ripped my silk top, letting it fall silently to the floor. The only sound was my breathing, hard and heavy.

Gentle again he slipped off my bra and took my breasts in his hands, rolling my nipples between his fingertips. I relaxed, shivering slightly at the tenderness in his touch. A soft gasp escaped my lips. The gasp was transformed to a scream as he pressed his fingertips together, twisted them harshly before pushing me backwards onto the bed. A second later he was sat on top of me, pinning me down. His hands pulled at my belt, ripping it from my waist. He brought it up above my head and used it to secure my hands to the headboard. Binding my wrists tightly, cutting into their soft flesh.

He kissed me; innocently enough to begin with, pressing his lips lightly against mine. His tongue was ever so soft as it played with mine. And then he bit hard, my lip trapped between his teeth. I closed my eyes, letting out an almost imperceptible groan as his teeth drew just the tiniest drop of blood from my lip.

He dragged his hands down my body, pulling and pushing my skin, reaching underneath my skirt, ripping away the small fragment of lace that covered me. He plunged his fingers roughly inside me. I cringed as I realised he could feel how wet I was; how much I was enjoying his actions. I could feel pleasure as he continued to fuck me with his fingers, even as my body protested at the sudden invasion. I groaned again, half in pleasure, half in pain, the pleasurable half becoming more drawn out as he took my clit between his lips, sucking it between them, flicking his tongue against it. Then a gasp as he bit down again.

He kept alternating, sucking and licking with biting, constantly changing until I didn't know what was pain and what was pleasure. His fingers kept thrusting, hard and unforgiving, almost painful but forcing me to enjoy it by hitting just exactly the right spot. He continued like this until he knew he had me on the very brink of orgasm and then stopped.

I breathed hard, my eyes closed. I could hear him removing his belt, the sound of the zip on his jeans, the slither of them falling to the floor. And then I felt him close again. His hard cock brushed against my dripping cunt. I longed to feel him inside me. "Please" I breathed. I opened my eyes. He was looking at me. He held my gaze as he took his cock in his hand, stroked my pussy with it, smearing it in my wetness. And he still held my gaze as he tilted my hips forward, pushed my legs even further apart and guided his cock suddenly inside my unsuspecting ass. My eyes closed again as I screamed with the sudden shock of pain. No warning, just straight inside me; every last inch of him. He stayed still inside me for a few seconds, enjoying the agony on my face. And then he fucked me, hard and fast and merciless; selfish, just the way he likes to do it.

I could feel tears running down my face. They merged with the trickle of blood from my lip. I was angry with him for using me like this. My wrists were in agony by now. My clit still throbbed. And yet, something buried deep, deep inside me made me gasp and moan and push up against him. Even as my body cried out against what he was doing I felt filled and completed and overwhelmed. And I screamed again. This time as I came, and as he came, filling my ass with his cum.

He pulled back, looked down at me and then left me; with my body aching but satisfied. Wet and lost, the belt still cutting into my wrists.