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Controlled

I could feel the hands tighten around my throat, my hair being pulled, my neck arching up to accommodate the pulling. I felt the whisper of his breath on my throat. Hot and breathy, chills running down my spine, I moaned quietly as the tingling hit my pussy. I loved this feeling, for however long it lasted. The feeling of being controlled, having to submit to someone who controlled my need. I whimpered low in my throat as he slid his hand down my chest, lightly brushing my aching nipples, down my stomach, tracing his fingers around my navel as I whimpered louder. I heard his chuckle in my ear making me gasp. “Poor, poor Kitten, so ready, so wet.” His voice was full of desire, his words brushing over every part of me, my breath coming in pants. His fingers trailed down to my soaked pussy, running lightly over my folds, gathering the wetness that lay there. I arched into him, nails digging into his arms. I whimpered and bit my lip trying to be quiet. He laughed quietly, gripping my hair tighter in his fist; ran his tongue down my neck. I gasped and he sunk his teeth into my neck. I turned my head into his neck and screamed. I came hard shaking and panting and he circled my clit with his fingers making my orgasm last longer, I slowly came down from the high and felt his hands running down my sides to my hips. I whimpered aloud when his hands tightened on my hips. I could feel his pulsing erection in my back. “Such a good Kitten, soaked like a good girl,” he growled in my ...

... ear, as he sunk inside me with a hard thrust. Panting I arched up and palmed my breasts, kneading them and tweaking my nipples. He moaned louder and thrust harder, fingers digging into my hips. I pushed back against him, moaning. I was so close again. I laced my fingers with his and dug my nails into his palms. He growled and thrust harder, one, two times. Stiffening as he emptied himself in me. I whimpered as he bit my neck again. “Cum, Kitten. Right now!” I screamed and came, shaking in his arms. I collapsed against him, shuddering. His hands rubbed up and down my arms, soothing the tremors that ran through me. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my face in his neck. He placed little nibbles and kisses along my neck, underneath my hair. I purred quietly, content in his arms, knowing that no matter how controlling he was, he would always take care of me. He left for a moment and came back with a warm wash cloth and lightly ran it over my body. I moaned at the warmth and he smiled and asked, "Feels good, Kitten?" He picked me up and tucked me in his arms. I sighed, content. We curled up on my queen bed and relished in the afterglow of everything. I ran my hands in circles over his chest. I stood up to stretch, putting a lace teddy on. I looked over and watched his eyes darken. At that moment, I yawned and hid my face. He chuckled and I looked over. I smiled to myself as I watched him lying on the bed. He smiled knowingly, pleased he knew how to control my need. ...