Falling into Exposure (Falling 2)

He reaches for my hand and wraps it around his hard cock.

“Stroke me,” he murmurs.

I move my palm up and down his soft velvety flesh, growing needier with every stroke. It feels enormous in my small hand, and I like that. I like seeing how much bigger he is, knowing he could hurt me, but trusting him not to.

He groans out his pleasure and I desperately wish I could see his face. To see what I do to him too. I want to give him more, give him everything. Without thinking, I bring his cock to my lips, needing to taste him.

He freezes as I take him inside of me, sucking him hungrily. I know this might result in punishment, but I don’t care. I need this. I want to show him how much I want to please him. He says nothing for a few moments and I think I can feel him relaxing beneath me. But I’m wrong.

He wraps his hand around the black pearl necklace at my throat, using it to pull my mouth into him.

“You want to suck my cock?” he says harshly. “Then you will, Victoria.”

He rolls his hips into my face, shoving his cock deep into my throat. I gasp for a second, trying to get my bearings, but there isn’t time. He grips the pearls tighter, his hips moving in a punishing rhythm as he fucks my mouth relentlessly.

I can hear him grunting and panting above me, his hand cupping my head to hold me in place. His balls slap against my chin and spit dribbles out the sides of my mouth. He is being extraordinarily rough, and still I’m throbbing for him. For this.

“You like that?” he rasps. “My little fuck toy. You like it when I fuck your face?”

A small moan escapes my throat, vibrating against his cock. He pauses, just for a moment, but long enough to let me know he didn’t expect it. And somehow, it only seems to piss him off more that I’m enjoying this.

He fucks me harder, gripping my hair painfully as he brutalizes my mouth. And that’s when I realize, he’s trying to prove a point. I said the words. I told him to treat me like his fuck toy, and that’s exactly what’s he’s doing. But I won’t let him win.

I suck long and deep, stroking his balls with my hand. I grab his hips and pull him further into my mouth. He groans as I suck harder, taking him all the way to the back of my throat. He strokes my hair appreciatively for a moment, forgetting himself. And then he tenses inside of me.

I caress the tip of his shaft with my tongue before sucking him all the way back in. He explodes inside my mouth, grunting as his heat floods my throat. I swallow everything he has to give me like the greedy little fiend I am, lapping it all up while I moan against him.

And then he just stands there, his cock still stuffed in my mouth, panting hard. He isn’t touching me. Or saying anything. And I can’t see his face. But I feel his absence when he pulls away from me.

“Stand up.”

I rise on shaky legs and he guides me across the room with a hand on my shoulder. He folds me in half, my belly resting against the bed while my legs remain standing and upright.

The familiar tearing of foil is the only sound he makes before rubbing his cock against me. He’s ready for round two, and I’m aching for my release. There is no soft gentle entrance this time. He pushes into me like a man possessed, taking what’s his.

His thrusts are hard and forceful as he grabs my hips to hold me in place. It’s exquisitely brutal, his flesh slapping against mine, and I love every minute of it. The pressure builds inside of me again, growing each time he ravages me with his cock.

But just as I’m on the edge again, he grabs me by the hair and thrusts one more time, his cock jerking inside of me. He collapses against me and I’m nearly in tears. I need so badly for him to make me come, but I know he won’t. He’s doing this on purpose and I can’t understand why. I thought he wanted to be rough with me, and I gave him that. I gave him permission to treat me however he wanted, and now it feels like he’s punishing me for it.

He pulls away from me slowly, redressing himself. The room is eerily silent, and it all feels wrong. So wrong.

“You can go now,” he says finally.

His voice is cold and distant, and that’s it. My breaking point.

“Fuck you,” I snarl, tearing the blindfold from my eyes.