Page 475 of S is for SEX

I felt him penetrate my pussy with his stiff cock. His free hand reached around to my stomach and pulled my torso up and backward, forcing my ass to rise. I stood on my tip-toes. He began fucking me harder as he squeezed my neck with a little more force.

His hand on my neck was turning me on.

A trigger.

I pulled on the chords again.

“You’re gonna get it, little girl,” he growled.

He squeezed my neck harder.

He began to fuck me harder and shove himself deep. His hips pounding against my ass made slapping sounds with each stroke. Every inch of his cock was being forced into me. My calves ached from standing on my tip-toes.

I want him to squeeze my neck and fuck me hard.

Really hard.

I pulled on the cords again and growled. I shook my head from side-to-side.

Be careful of what you wish for. My father always told me that.

He squeezed my neck harder.

And pounded my pussy with force. His cock felt larger than it ever had.

He pulled against my neck, forcing my head closer to his face.

“You’re not going to get away from me. You’re stapled to the roof, you mouthy little shit,” he whispered.

“Who owns you, you little slut?” he asked.

“You do,” I squeaked. His hand was tighter on my neck than it had ever been.

But it wasn’t tight enough.

“Who?” he growled into my ear. His hot breath almost made me cum.

Life offers us decisions. Sometimes we make good ones, and sometimes we make bad ones. When we make these decisions, we often take a chance, hoping that the outcome will be favorable. Making a split-second decision often produces results that we never expected. Turning back the clock and changing the clock and changing our mind is never an option. My father always told me to take three steps.

Think. Think. Act.

This was good advice.

With Erik, sometimes I just acted.

“Nobody. Fuck you, untie me!” I screamed as I pulled frantically on the chords.

He squeezed my neck harder. His fingers dug into my flesh and tightened around my neck. I felt him adjust his hand and grip again.

That’s not tight enough, I want you to squeeze my neck, Erik.

“Let go of my neck, and untie me now. Nobody owns me,” I screamed.

He squeezed even harder. He forced himself into my pussy like he was trying to kill me.

I began to contract with force.

His hips slapped against my ass.

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