2 - Overpowered #3
He reached out with his hand, brushing a few strands of hair behind my ear, exposing my neck. He tilted my head back. I turned my eyes away, overwhelmed by the power that he exuded. The tips of his fingers caressed my skin, and then his hand stretched around me, curling tightly.
“I like that you’re wearing this choker. In fact, I like this whole outfit. It’s almost as though you knew instinctively how to please me.” His hands dragged down over my shoulder and my arms, taking my hand in his.
My skin tingled, and my mouth dropped open. His body was so vast before me, so huge.
“What are some fantasies you’ve had? What do you want to try?” he asked.
“I … I want to be punished. I want to be degraded,” I whispered.
He smirked. “Good, because from the moment we met, I’ve been thinking to myself what a dirty little slut you are.
You’re just a whore made to serve and worship thick Dom cock, a cumslut who has no other purpose than to lie there and be used and abused until you’re a writhing, wrecked mess,” he spat, his words as hot as lava, and I loved every one of them.
I let them wash over me and felt them thrum within my heart.
Something twitched inside me. It was what I wanted. What I needed.
His grip around my neck tightened, and he forced me to look up at him. “Is there anything else?”
“I … I want to be manhandled. I want to be overpowered,” I said.
“You want to be wrestled,” he said, and he was right on the money.
Now he knew why I had been watching him wrestle for so long.
Maybe it was a reason why I had stopped watching it with Dad, as well.
It had become something tawdry for me, something that soaked my panties.
How could I possibly watch it with my dad?
“I’m sure I can help you with that,” Drake said. He squeezed my neck, and I knew it was a signal that I should rise.
I kept my gaze focused on him as he lifted me into the air and brought me closer to him, never letting his grip drift away from me, as though he was telling me that he was always going to be in control.
He wrapped his arms around me and kept squeezing, so tight that I felt my eyes were going to pop out of my head and the breath was all going to be squeezed out of my body.
He then took one of my arms and wrapped it around my own neck like a scarf, before taking the other and doing the same thing. He then leaned back.
Pain seared through me, but it had this exhilarating effect of letting this pleasure all spike through me, as though the two sensations were entwined and blurred together, as though they were two fundamental pieces of the universe that could not be taken apart.
But my soul did feel as though it was being torn apart.
The way he handled me with such strength and such assertiveness.
I had longed to feel as though I was someone else’s before, and now I truly was.
It made me excited, and my mind was filled with all these wild sensations that wouldn’t settle within me, nor did I want them to settle.
For the first time in my life, I felt truly alive.
Drake then spun me around and folded my knees down with ease. Even if I had wanted to resist, I wouldn’t have been strong or quick enough.
I gasped. He still had a hold of my arms while his foot was in the crook of my knee.
I was being twisted like a pretzel. He placed a little pressure on the perfect part of my body and ended up sending me to the floor.
He positioned me so that my face was against the carpet and the full weight of him was upon me.
His arm wrapped around my face, locking me in his grip.
I was completely enveloped, consumed almost by him, by his heat and his power, and this trickling flow of arousal grew and thickened until it was flowing in a great frothing plume, right through the center of my body.
I groaned and moaned and couldn’t believe what an incredible effect he was having on my body. How was he so incredible? How was I so lucky?
His biceps swelled, and when I inhaled, I was filled with the taste of him.
I could feel the rigidity of his muscles pressing into me, seeking to dominate me, hoping to keep me under the heel of his own passion.
Having him upon me put me in a state of euphoria.
The burning desires within me were starting to break free of my flesh and my mind, finally allowed to dance about my soul and soar into the air in this naked freedom.
For the first time in my life, I could be honest with myself and not feel ashamed, or as though I had to hide it from anyone.
I could admit that I was a slut, and all I wanted was to be crushed and overpowered by a strong man.
As Drake put all his weight upon me, I smiled and closed my eyes, allowing myself to enter this dreamy, hazy state where fantasy and reality blurred into one.
I could almost feel as though I was dreaming because this was all I had wanted for so long, and now it was happening, and Drake was …
Drake was everything I wanted. I would have happily stayed underneath him all night.
I heard the sharp grunts and felt the small movements of his body as he continued to put pressure on me, and the pleasure kept throbbing within.
It was almost as though it had a life of its own within me.
I could feel it trickling and itching between my thighs, fighting with my panties to escape. I groaned and whimpered.
His hot breath swirled against my skin and scorched me, and just as I began to tremble, he pulled me up.
My hair flung forward, and my body was limp.
He used his strength to toss me like a rag-doll, and I landed on the bed with a thud.
I groaned and curled up into a ball, trying to keep the pleasure from seeping down my legs, but Drake had other ideas. Maybe he could smell it on me.
He took hold of my arms and pinned them to the bed, stretching them out on either side of me.
Then he pushed my legs aside and grinned when he saw my skirt ride up, exposing the damp patch of my panties.
Glistening liquid drizzled my burning skin, and the scent of my arousal filled the air.
He lodged a leg between mine, preventing them from closing.
Then he leaned in close and stole kisses from me.
His lips were hard and hot, and they seemed to run deep into me, as though my blood was boiling.
“You’re such a good slut. Oh, you smell so good. I can’t wait to taste you,” he grunted.
My body arched as taut as a bow, and his hands gripped my wrists so tightly that there were red marks curling around my pale skin.
He only released me for a moment, just enough to rip my clothes off and fling them away.
My nipples were starkly pink against my pale skin, and my panties were ruined as he dragged them down my legs.
He left the fishnet stockings on, though.
His huge hands spread over my breasts and groped them, his fingers digging into my soft flesh. I looked so small compared to him. There was nothing that he couldn’t do to me.
He dragged his hands and his lips all around, leaving marks, tainting me and blessing me with his lust. His breath was rampant, and I could see the look in his eyes. He was being driven into a frenzy by my pathetic little body.