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What?
It’d
be role
play? Ah, I see.
Kind of
makes it different then if
we’re just assuming roles for an hour or so.

Yeah, an
hour’s
too
long. We
wouldn’t
last five minutes. The kind of fuck
we’re
discussing is a five minute job. It could go on for
longer, I
s’pose
, but the first time I can imagine
I’d
be too far gone to hold back.
Sensory
overload and all that.

So
that’s
the point,
is it? Quick, fast and hard, you say?

I can do that. But you want it now and I
don’t
think…

Texts
now?
What, you
upstairs and me down here? Yeah, I see where
you’re
going with that.
Won’t
be uncomfortable then, will it,
and we’ll feel freer to say what we want when we can’t see one another. And
when it gets too much…yeah, I can see myself running up to the bedroom to be
with you.

You know what? I reckon
it’ll
work.

Go on, go upstairs. Put an old blouse on like
you said. And you start so I know exactly where
you’re
coming from, exactly what you want. I know
you’ve
already said, but if you repeat it in texts it’ll get me sorted, if you know
what I mean. I want to do this, want it to work.
For you.

I’d
do anything for
you.

Her

I’m
going to fuck you, hard
.
That’s
what your first text says. Great,
that’s
just how I want it.
Hard, fast, primitive.
But whilst
that’s
a good start, it’s not quite enough detail to really
get us going, is it.

What else will
you do?
I need to know. Images are bombarding me.
Lewd,
hot, sweaty images of us, naked, panting, rutting like wild animals.
Sweating and grunting, pain and pleasure a toxic, blissful twist. I see the old
blouse
I’m
wearing torn in two, buttons hammering onto
the dresser like hailstones, the shredded cotton beyond repair.

Anything else I
feel like doing
. That was a lightening quick response. But
it’s
good. It sends a shiver up my spine.
You’re
taking
control. Stating what you say goes.
I’m
yours to do
with as you please and what I want and need doesn’t matter in our nasty game.

When?

Now.

Fuck already?
So much for
describing more of what I want.
Do you just know? Are we so in tune that
we just need to start humming and then
we’ll
sing?

You’re
at the door.
I’ve
never seen that expression before. Odd, when I thought
I’d
seen every way your face could present.
I’m
not complaining. I like it a lot.
More
than a lot.
It’s
sexy as hell and pretty damn
dangerous too. What have I released in you?

You want me to what? Stand still. Okay. Did I
look like I was about to back up? I
wasn’t
, I was just
enraptured by you. By the new, edgy, dominant you and thoughts of the way you
must have charged up the stairs, probably two at a time. Just a couple of texts
and that was it. Your need for me was unleashed. That knowledge makes my
stomach turn cartwheels and my pussy juice soak my knickers. Fuck, I
am so turned on
right now. Maybe more so than ever before
and
it’s
kind of frozen me to the spot.

You think my blouse is slutty and it has to
come off? Yes, it is. It should.
That’s
it. Pull it,
rip it.
Don’t
you dare
apologise
for the raining buttons. I
couldn’t
give a shit. Ah,
yes, my nipples are hard for you and no, sluts
don’t
wear bras. And I am your slut. Take me.

I
didn’t
notice you
backing me against the wall, just the cold, hardness of it on my now bare
shoulders.
You’re
blocking out all the light with your
body, hemming me in, filling my senses. The determination on your face is all I
can see and still, that new indomitable expression. I think
you’re
having
to work it at, but not with too much concentration, not yet.

You’re
going to give
it to me hard and fast. Yes, please, however you want. Bend me, lift me, hold
me,
fuck
me.

Pull my hair with one hand. Ah, yeah, tug,
yank, that’s it. Grope me
too,
tweak my nipples until
I gasp. You want to know
what’s
making me gasp?
Hair or tits?
It’s
both, and
combined with your rapid breaths steaming over my cheek, your thigh grinding
into my pussy, I’m dizzy with sensation.
Getting high on
lust.

Don’t
stop now.
Please, see this through and let your beast do his worst to me. I can take it.
I can take it all.

Him

I can smell you. Smell your cunt. I can tell
it’s
wet and you’re more than ready for me. Oh yeah, I feel
you are, soaking my thigh through your knickers like that. Jesus, is that all
it takes to make you wetter than
you’ve
ever been? Me
pulling your hair until your
cheek’s
almost touching
your shoulder? If
I’d
known that before… Damn,
there’s
still so much you haven’t told me, I’ll bet. Still
things you want me to do.

That’s
it, hump my
leg. Get yourself off that way while I tug and pull and yank—hair and tits,
tits and hair—and kiss you so hard
it’s
like I’m
trying to transfer every bit of me inside you.
We’re
one, we are—right now we’re one, wanting the same thing, reaching for the same thing.

I
can’t
get over how
I feel.
I’m
comfortable with this, and it’s shocked me
a bit as to
how
comfortable. Yeah, it
helps to hear you moaning, to have you pressing your cunt down on my leg and
sliding up and down. Increase the pressure;
that’s
it,
go faster, get heat going on your clit. Get that build up you described to me
once, where your
clit’s
throbbing and that wave of
want takes over, when nothing else matters except pleasure. And you clutching
at my neck that way, your nails digging into my skin—fuck,
that’s
hot. Christ, woman,
you’re
so fucking hot.

So yeah,
I’m
all
right with this.

Your nipples, so hard between my fingers and
thumbs, and
you’re
writhing, pressing yourself into me
while I push you back. I want you flat to the wall, unable to move away, me
pinning you there so you have no choice but to take what I give. And here we
go—you’ve broken the kiss, your mouth on my neck, teeth scraping, your little
sign that things are well on their way—that
you’re
well on your way. Do it, rub
yourself
on my leg, get
yourself wetter, closer to coming, then…

What?
You’re
surprised I stepped away? Look at you, displayed on the wall like a perfect
canvas, your knees buckling and your mouth damp, lips plump with that
I’ve-been-brutally-kissed effect. Your
hair’s
mussed
on one side from being in my fist, and I flex my fingers because it still feels
like that hair is in my hand. But
I’ve
abandoned you.
Left you wanting.
Left you staring at me as though you want
to scream, to make me come back and do what we just did all over again.

You wanted me to be dominant, to do what I
wanted. You said you needed it rough, that you wanted buttons popping, hair
pulling and maybe, if
you’re
honest, you want a little
slap. Do you?

Yes?

I understand, I see. But
there’s
something that has been unlocked inside me now.
You’ve
set me off down a road where the chain of events might surprise you.

Because now
you’ll
see exactly what
I
want.

Her

How dare you. Get back here. I was just
getting into my rhythm, a really fucking hot, carnal rhythm too. I need it, I
need you. Take me, damn it.
Let’s
go there. To our own
depraved Heaven and back.

You’ve
narrowed your
eyes, I can barely make out their blue depths. And your mouth and jawline, even
though my focus is a little out, my hitching breaths jolting me against the
wall, I can see that once again
you’re
wearing a new
expression.

What is it?
Lust,
desperation, dominance?

You’re
shaking your
head, tugging on your bottom lip with your teeth as if holding in words you’re
not sure I can handle.

I can.

Can’t
I?

A full body tremble is snaking its way up my
spine. Lust is tugging at my clit and pinching my nipples. God, the way
you’re
staring at me.
You’re
hungry
and predatory, a solid mass of male determination. I
couldn’t
escape if I wanted to.

My scalp is throbbing deliciously, the air
wonderfully cool on my bare chest, reminding me that
you’ve
torn my clothing. That
I’m
yours to do with as you want.
I’m
at your mercy—perfect, that’s what I’ve been dreaming
of for so long.
Needed until it tugged my guts and ruled my
fantasies.

But what is it?
This new,
dangerous glint in your eye.
Tell me! No,
don’t
tell me, just come here, now.

Your top is off. It makes a snapping sound as
it hits the wall. Your jeans and boxers fall to the floor, kicked away in a
knotted bundle. The heat around me increases as you step close again.
That’s
right, come here. But you seem so in control and
poised.
You’re
muscles taut but still, coiled for
action, brimming with unused power.

Yet
I’m
frantic,
desperate, my limbs barely feel like my own, shaky and light.
I’m
consumed with need.
The need for you.
To please and be pleased.
I
don’t
care if we act like animals giving in to basic instincts.
It’s
what I want.
But you…

You’re
so in control.

You’re
going to do what?
Take what you want. Yes, do it.

The tightness on my wrists burns. I know
you’re
strong, stronger than most, but normally you restrain
from using that brute force on me. I love it.
I’m
dizzy for more—more shoving into the wall, more stretching my arms higher above
my head. Don’t you dare ask if
you’re
hurting me,
because it doesn’t matter.
I’m
yours to do with as you
want.
I’m
all that exists in your world, and you are
everything in mine.

Ah, yeah, the tip of your cock is damp on my
belly.
You’re
as turned on as me. Your breaths are
blasting over my face;
I’m
breathing them in,
breathing
you
in. My nipples feel so
abused, your chest hair, wiry and thick, scraping them brutally. Your weight is
on me, not quite crushing, but I can guess how it would feel on my ribs if you
leaned a little more.

Fuck.
I’m
in the
air!

Where are you taking me?

Him

On the bed, yes,
that’s
where I want you. On the bed so I can see you, all of you. Open your legs.
Spread them wide so I can see your wet cunt.
That’s
it, wider, until your muscles are screaming. Your hairs are damp, clinging
together in question-mark clumps, ready for me to sift my fingers or tongue
through them. Christ, I want to taste you, to make those hairs separate, but
you know what?
I’m
not going to do it. Not yet.

Just stay where you are so I can stare at
you. See you for who you are now, one of those dirty sluts you so want to be.
Look at you, chest going up and down where
you’re
so
out of breath, where you’re full of lust and want and need and wish I’d get on
with it. Take you roughly and be done with it. But the beast in me,
he’s
telling me to make you wait. Make you want me so much
that you feel the need to scream at me to get the hell on top of you and shove
my cock inside your cunt.