Surrendering - Sex Stories

Surrendering

... and as she blinks away the tears, she feels her lips begin to tremble. Brandy shudders as she feels the cold fingers of my other hand being drawn down the side of her face; Brandy can't help but turn away. I chuckle and she grimaces; the fear has settled deep and I know it. The tightness against her throat lessens as I release my grip and she finds she can finally draw a deep breath. I'm close enough that she feels the warmth of my breathe on her face, my legs still pressing against hers. Her hands are shaking as she slowly draws them up to rub the sensitive skin of her throat, her eyes big and round, locked on my face. I place my index finger to my lips and raised my eyebrows in question. Brandy slowly nods that she understands and I smile. But the smile doesn't touch my eyes; they remain cold and penetrating. " Good girl," I whisper. " You are young and beautiful, especially with those tears." With my thumb I gently trace a tear down her cheek. Brandy can't help the low moan that escapes her lips as she presses herself against the brick wall at her back desperate to get away from my touch. She licks her lips, ready to ask me what I want of her. The dark flash of fire in my eyes warns her and the question dies unspoken in her throat. She closes her eyes, trying desperately to gather her breath, her thoughts and her courage, she has never been with a older man. She has never experienced rough foreplay and rough sex. My hand slides across her chin and for a brief moment my ...

... touch is gone, then her world explodes in a shower of pain. Her head rings wildly as her head snaps back from my fierce open-handed slap; the surprise of the strike more powerful then the actual touch. Her left cheek is on fire. The strike takes her breath away, thoughts and courage in a single moment. She thinks she might collapse, but I'm still close, pressing leg to leg, forcing her into the brick wall. Brandy raises her hand to feel her cheek but freezes when I snatche her wrist in a crushing grip. She is trembling from head to toe as I glare intently at her, silently menacing. I pull her hand down to her side and then gently reach for her face. She wants to pull away, but the look I give her stops her cold. She stands like a stone while I stroke her check, fire hot from my slap. My touch is oddly soothing and her mind tumbles at the conflict. My hand moves lower as she tenses as I put the full weight of my hand again on her throat. She can breath, but the threat of pressure is there. " Good girl," I say again. " I think you might understand now, what it will be like to be with me, right?" She swallows hard and slowly nods. Brandy can't tear her gaze from my dark, hard eyes. Her mind is numb. I stare at her for a few moments longer then suddenly pull away. It is shocking to suddenly lose my body heat and she feels her knees go weak. She leans forward slightly, and concentrates on a few deep breaths, wishing desperately that her head would clear. Slowly, with each ragged ...