fifty-shades-of-grey

“Hands on your head,” he commands through gritted teeth as he kneels up, forcing mylegs wider, and reaching into the inside pocket of his jacket. He takes out a foil packet,gazing down at me, his expression dark, before shrugging off his jacket so it falls to thefloor. He rolls the condom down over his impressive length.I place my hands on my head, and I know it’s so I won’t touch him. I’m so turned on.I feel my hips moving already up to meet him – wanting him inside me, like this – roughand hard. Oh… the anticipation.“We don’t have long. This will be quick, and it’s for me, not you. Do you understand?Don’t come, or I will spank you,” he says through clenched teeth.Holy crap… how do I stop?With one swift thrust, he’s fully inside me. I groan loudly, gutturally, and revel in thefullness of his possession. He puts his hands on mine on top of my head, his elbows holdmy arms out and down, and his legs pinion me. I am trapped. He’s everywhere, overwhelmingme, almost suffocating. But it’s heavenly too, this is my power, this is what I doto him, and it’s a hedonistic, triumphant feeling. He moves quickly and furiously insideme, his breathing harsh at my ear, and my body responds, melting around him. I mustn’tcome. No. But I’m meeting him thrust for thrust, a perfect counterpoint. Abruptly, andall too soon, he rams into me and stills as he finds his release, air hissing through his teeth.He relaxes momentarily, so I feel his entire, delicious weight on me. I’m not ready to lethim go, my body craving relief, but he’s so heavy, and in that moment, I can’t push againsthim. All of a sudden, he withdraws, leaving me aching and hungry for more. He glaresdown at me.“Don’t touch yourself. I want you frustrated. That’s what you do to me by not talkingto me, by denying me what’s mine.” His eyes blaze anew, angry again.I nod, panting. He stands and removes the condom, knotting it at the end, and puts itin his pants pocket. I gaze at him, my breathing still erratic, and involuntarily I squeezemy thighs together, trying to find some relief. Christian does up his fly and runs his handthrough his hair as he reaches down to collect his jacket. He turns back to gaze down atme, his expression softer.“We’d better get back to the house.”I sit up, a little unsteadily, dazed.“Here. You may put these on.”From his inside pocket, he produces my panties. I don’t grin as I take them from him,but inside I know – I’ve taken a punishment fuck but gained a small victory over the panties.My inner goddess nods in agreement, a satisfied grin over her face – You didn’t haveto ask for them.“CHRISTIAN!” Mia shouts from the floor below.He turns and raises his eyebrows at me.“Just in time. Christ, she can be really irritating.”I scowl back at him, hastily restore my panties to their rightful place, and stand withas much dignity as I can muster in my just-fucked state. Quickly, I attempt to smooth myjust-fucked hair.“Up here, Mia,” he calls down. “Well, Miss Steele, I feel better for that – but I stillwant to spank you,” he says softly.