Page 125 of Surrender

The thought bubbles up in my mind but my senses are too wrapped around him to deal with it, so I shove it away and focus on breathing. My breaths are coming quick and shallow, my heart pounding as he dominates my pussy.

When he yanks my hair to pull my head back, I take his punishing kiss. I don’t realize how close I am until he tears hislips from mine, grips my throat tight, and growls, “Come for me, baby.”

Pleasure explodes as he continues to ram my pussy, dragging out the pleasure as I cry out, my pussy spasming and clenching around his cock. His greedy hand roams my body, squeezing my tits as he holds me against him by the throat.

I feel… indescribable.

I feel free.

There’s a constant weight I carry, but I feel none of it now. I’m free as a bird, wings spread, flying on the breeze of sheer bliss.

I feel him still pounding inside me, hear his sounds of strain and groans of pleasure. I want to give it to him. I want him to feel at least a fraction of the pleasure he gave to me.

Rationally, I think he’s dangerous and a little crazy.

But there’s no room for rationality in this bed right now.

I squeeze my pussy muscles tight around him, keeping my ass up the way I know he likes.

He always says sexy things that make the sex more intense for me, but I don’t have the first clue what I could say that would do that for him.

I guess I know what he likes, though. And I know he’s close.

The thought of him coming in my pussy without a condom on again makes me shiver, but it’s the first thing I can think of. He’ll do it whether I tell him to or not, and my defenses are down from that orgasm, so the invitation just slips out of my mouth.

“Come inside me, Silvan.”

His cock jerks and his grip on my throat tightens. “You want it, baby?”

“Yes. Please,” I add, remembering he liked that before.

“Fuck.” He growls, squeezing my throat hard enough to make me gasp.

He drives deep and his body goes rigid. I feel the warm spurts of his seed filling my pussy and I know I should be worried about it, but I’m too spent to care right now.

Silvan collapses on top of me at first, but moves off me onto the bed beside me as soon as he’s able. He pulls me close, kissing the side of my face and settling my body against his warm muscled chest.

I nuzzle into him and close my eyes.

Absently, he caresses my face and kisses my hair.

We lay like that for a while just enjoying each other’s company, the mindless bliss.

When it fades and reality pulls me back to its side, the horror of it all settles in on me.

It isn’t sexy that he talks like a madman about possessing me because we don’t agree on that point. I don’t want to be his. That’s what he wants. It’s not like I was in any hurry to date anybody else when we met, but as long as he thinks I belong to him, that door is closed to me, and that’s not fair. I’m not his to claim.

It’s definitely not okay for him to keep coming inside me. I can’t believe I got so carried away and said that to him. My god, what was I thinking?

As crazy as he is about keeping me locked down now, imagine if he actually managed to get me pregnant.

I need to get away from him, but I don’t know how.

The weekend’s over so I don’t have to play the polite captive anymore, but I don’t know how to get back to my life when he won’t let me.

Maybe I wasn’t living my best life before him, but at least it was mine.

I pull out of his embrace and roll out of bed. I head to the bathroom to clean myself up and so he’ll think that’s why I’m moving away from him, but when I get back into bed, I stay on my own side.

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