I could barely catch my breath as I felt his fingers press even harder into the flesh on my hips. I was in disbelief that I was buck naked and bent over the couch in his living room. He positioned himself behind me and I braced myself for the inevitable stretch. The pressure as he pressed his dick into my pussy only multiplied my anxiety. I knew he was well endowed but this immensely exceeded my expectations.
"Breathe." I heard him command firmly from behind. I didn't even notice that I hadn't been breathing. As soon as I inhaled, he pushed himself into me. A simple breath evolved into a gasp as I tried to pull away. His hand was already on my shoulder, as though he anticipated my action. I couldn't move an inch. Eventually, his strong fingers stroked their way up my back and to my neck as he slid his dick into me. Just as I began to whimper, I felt his fingers at my neck, massaging me from my nape to my shoulders as he slowly stroked my pussy. He was too big. I couldn't take it. I whimpered again, from pain or pleasure I didn't know. But it didn't matter. He ignored me. It was slow. Agonizingly slow. He continued to massage my neck and soothing sensation completely relaxed me.
I let him take me, feeling what he wanted me to feel. I could hear his breathing, steady and even behind me, a testament to his focus. The smell of our sex began to fill the room as my wetness seeped onto my thighs despite the pain. His hand moved from the back of my neck to the front of it, squeezing gently. My hands flew to my neck, but he didn't let go. I was terrified as he stripped away every bit of control I had over my own body. He was thrusting harder now, deeper.
"Touch your clit." His voice was still perfectly even. " Rub it and tell me everything you feel." I froze. I couldn't. I couldn't touch myself in front of him. I wouldn't touch myself in front of him. Nor was I going to stroke his ego, or humiliate myself by trying to explain to him what he was doing to me. My head snapped back suddenly and I felt a dull pain in my scalp. "Tell me." He commanded again. His hand still gripping my hair, I licked a finger unnecessarily and brought it down to my clit. I exhaled from the pleasure and let my eyes close. There was too much stimulation coming from too many places. Him fucking me, me pressing my finger against my clit, and him pulling my hair...all of it almost started to hurt. I felt him tug a little harder on my hair and began to speak.
"I-It feels like I-I never felt anything like this before. You're so big, too big." He slowed a little inside me as I spoke. "I've never been stretched like this, and I hate not being able to move." He was pressed so tightly against me, I couldn't even throw it back and he drove into me. All I could do was take it.
"Why?" He asked speeding up again.
"Why what?" I moved my hand away from my clit but he jerked my arm back down to my pussy.
"Stupid question." He fucked me harder, wrapping his hand back around my throat. I felt like I was thinking a million things a second and not thinking anything at all as he began to pound harder into me. I knew if I answered his question he might slow his pace, but for some reason my mind couldn't grasp what he wanted me to say. He squeezed my throat tighter and my eyes flew open as it clicked.
"I don't have control!" All of a sudden every inch of me felt prickly. I could feel every drop of sweat on my skin. I had stopped talking and he was pushing deeper and faster into me. "I-I-I don't like being dominated. I can't even breathe when I want to! I, I mean, you're making me feel helpless. You determine everything! I'm not used to it!" I was screaming at him and moaning. Angry at him for making me say these things, angry at myself because it was bringing me as close to an orgasm as I had ever been. I could feel my pussy grip his dick, spasming over and over again. Just one more thing to add to the list of things I had no control over.
"Rub your clit," he said harshly, "And come for me." It was my undoing. I could feel the tightness of the pleasure soar from my pussy to my chest. He pushed my head into the sofa fucking me through my orgasm. I was screaming, shocked and floored by the feeling. I was so much more sensitive than I had ever been. I felt things between my legs that I didn't have words for; this swirling feeling in my pussy and lower abdomen that seemed to pulse and pull at my muscles. Then suddenly, he pulled out of me. I knew he did because he was carrying me, but I could still feel him inside me. I trembled in his arms, and was suddenly embarrassed at my outburst.
"I have to go." I said softly, hiding my face in his chest.
"Rest first." He lowered me onto his bed and lay down next to me, wrapping his arms around me. I couldn't help it. I fell asleep.
When I awoke, Jason wasn't next to me. It was dark out, but I had no clue what time it was. Quietly, in case he was in the bathroom, I slid from beneath the covers and felt around on the floor for my clothes. They were right where I had left them. Close to the foot of the bed where he had made me stand as I self consciously and nervously bared myself to him. I pulled on my panties, skirt, and t shirt, deciding my bra was unnecessary since I was just going home anyway.
"Interesting." My head snapped in the direction of his voice. Fuck. Light flooded the room and I flinched reflexively. He was standing in the door, with that damned smirk teasing his full lips.
"What's interesting?" I said as coolly as I could manage.
"All that crawling you did just to get to your clothes...which you really won't be needing anyway."
"Whatever." I was incapable of coming up with a smart as come back. His comment had shaken me. I was not mentally stable enough yet to sleep with him again. I grabbed my purse and headed towards him, fully determined on leaving.
