Rise

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When I want you I will have you.
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Part 1 of the 2 part series

Updated 05/13/2022
Created 02/17/2015
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TheGreyKnight
TheGreyKnight
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Pinning you down is my favorite part.

It's especially true when I telegraph that I'm going to do it. That I show you, tell you, that it's coming so that you can put up the biggest, best fight you have in you. So when your eyes narrow and your breath quickens and your muscles are bristling with all that extra strength and I sweep it away? Push you down into the position I want you in like you have no strength? That way you know that I own you. And we can call it whatever you'd like and we can pretend it doesn't happen, whatever it takes to soothe you, make you whole. Make you want it again.

But we both know the truth when I do it. As strong as you get, as smart as you are and as dedicated to the fight as you can be—the moment I want to take you, I can.

So keep struggling, grunting, narrowing your eyes at me. I want that, too. I want to gaze into your fire with my perfect calm and demonstrate again that you're being taken. That you cannot clasp your legs together tight enough that I can't pry them apart. That you can't push your arms against mine to move them as I do.

You're mine.

Tonight is about what we are, who we are, to each other. And I am the monster that stands so tall above you that my shoulders are half your height. Whose hand is nearly the size of your face and could easily take the air from your mouth or neck despite every effort made to stop it.

I love you because you admit what others hide from. I love you because you'd deny every word of it to any other man or couple, any friend or relationship in your life, but as soon as you close our door you'll admit it's true. Even when infuriated. Even when defiant. I love you because you're the only girl I've met that isn't afraid.

My second favorite part is when you stop struggling. I never know if it's a feint or not, and that is alluring beyond my ability to state. Sometimes you run out of gas and others you're just looking for an opening.

So what's it going to be? Good girl or bad? I won't ask you to answer. I suspect you often don't know yourself.

I move my hands from your wrists and tilt my head as I look down, wondering what you'll do.

You simply breath heavily, eyes ignited, gazing up at me.

I rip your blouse open and it sends buttons off like rockets. You gasp and then narrow your eyes. "I liked that shirt..."

Why else would I do it?

I lean down to kiss and lick your stomach, to take a little of it between my teeth and clamp down. I want to hear you acknowledge me and sing my praises through the moans, the gasps. It's only when I feel your hand on the back of my neck that I know you're going to be a very good girl tonight and I am grateful for it. I love when you submit. It makes me up my game-anyone can dominate an opponent. It's a bit harder when they're playing along.

A quick jerk back, two hands on your hips and I flip you over to deliver a swat to your ass-I can never resist-and I pull the blouse off you. It tears, here and there, but it was already acknowledged in past tense.

I strip you down.

"You can't just do this when you like." You say it with your head still buried in the mattress. "What if I had a bad day at work? What if I wasn't in the mood?"

Which I assume is trying to draw me out of the moment because as much as you want this, you love making me concede even more. There isn't anything you could say though. I'm as much yours as you are mine. I am tied to this outcome with all my being. I need you to cum for me. I require it.

When the last of your clothing is off I push two fingers into your cunt without pretext or warning. If you aren't wet now then what are we even doing together?

I slide in with some ease, some groaning on your part.

"You're hurting me."

You start to say something else but the blood is rushing to my ears and I can't hear you, like I'm deep underwater. Sometimes your pussy does that to me, and just knowing that you're wet makes the drumbeat louder.

So I turn you over again and I push my lips against yours. The only difference between this kiss and strangling you is which part of my body I'm using. You go limp beneath me. I'm a verbal person by nature and so I hope you take it as the compliment it is that I refuse to speak to you in this.

That instead of telling you what I want I wrap my wrists around yours and pull you, pin you again the wall. I guide your hands above your head, your body a foot from the wall, like you're under arrest. Then I stroke you, run my hands over, you, cup your breasts and your neck.

I take special pains to play with the parts that I sometimes neglect. I run my knuckles down your spine. I stoke the side of your neck. I hold your hips in my hands to show you just how much bigger I am than you.

Then I spin you around and slam you against the wall to make you gasp for me. When you reach for my cock I slap the hand away.

I find this is more effective than telling you I love you or having a discussion on the matter.

Normally I'd lift you against the wall by your hips or the back of your thighs but you make the monster in me ravenous and only cumming in you gets him out again.

And I'm going to hurt you for having that power over me.

Both of my hands come up to your neck and squeeze slightly, slowly-firmly. I look into your eyes to make sure that you can see that something in me wants to keep taking the oxygen from you almost as much as it wants me to fuck you. Do you see it? Can you feel it now? Do you know that you make me need you in such a way that it hurts not to have you?

I don't know any other way to ask it, or to get you to answer honestly, so I start lifting. I start pushing your throat towards the ceiling.

At first you don't understand and tilt your head back but when there's no more room, you gasp. The air is leaving you now, flying away from you. At first you rely on instinct, you get up on your tip-toes, but I'm still lifting. So you start scratching, clawing, kicking at me now that you're suspended, mostly by me, some by the wall. That's still the animal in you.

Then you do the thing I wanted and you grasp onto your attacker. You hold me with both hands, you swing your legs around me and grapple. You latch on to me so that you stop being hurt.

I'd normally ask who's sicker for wanting this, but given how hard my cock is, I have a pretty good idea.

There is the added benefit of your pussy being exposed with your legs spread so wide, and once you're elevated to the correct height, pushing into you is easy. Quick. I can feel you tighten around me as I thrust into you.

You wouldn't know it from the violent strokes, or the growls and grunts or the fact that I just wont take my hands from your neck but inside you it feels like home.

I have to keep my hands from tightening with every thrust. I have to remember to hold them back from the impulse as I shove in and out of you hard enough to make a wet, slapping sound when your ass hits the paint.

You close your eyes and I am grateful because it allows me to let all my demons out and push in and out of you until I am so close. Close enough to know that I can't push in any further in fear of harming you.

So I toss you up into the air, by your throat, in a way that I am certain will leave mark all so I can grab you by your ass, cart you back to the bed, and push you into the mattress.

From there it's arms around you as tight as you're clinging onto me. Somehow tighter than when you were holding on for life.

I push myself beyond my limits to make certain that when I cum in you, I'm going as hard and fast as I can. I want to ache tomorrow in the same way you will.

We grapple one another. Hold onto each other. Dig our fingers into each other so we can grapple. I feel you tighten your pussy around me so that I can push forward, dive into you. There is no greater feeling that swimming inside you, pushing you open only to have you tighten around me at the end of every stroke.

Can you feel how hot I am for you? How connecting to you on this level, harming you, choking you makes me need you in a way you've never felt another man.

I am as hard as can be as I slam in and out of you. I roar into your face and growl into your ear as you push me closer to the edge than you have any right.

And we both know even though I am the one who tosses you around, that you have this power over me. That you can make me mad and go wild just to slip inside that pussy again. That you can deny me for a minute and make it feel like an evening.

I pull out of you and moan until I roll you over, but this time you're ready, you're pushing up on your knees and placing your own head in the mattress. You're telling me to mount you, fuck you, in the way way you love.

My body slides between your legs so that I can push, up and in, rub that small, soft spot of your pussy with the ridges.

You start to push back so hard that I have to tug your hair, hold you still, choking you again. And even then you still vibrate your legs. More, more, more. So I start pushing again, moving like a piston, until there is nothing left but the final, white hot moment.

And now you are strangling me. The air leaves me lungs as the whole of my body turns into an orgasm. I am nothing but the air leaving my lungs, the water seeping out of my eyes and the scream that soaks into your skin as I feel you cumming on my cock.

A minute after and we're rolling onto our sides, falling into the spoon position.

When you start speaking I move my nearly dead hand over your mouth to silence it.

Your laughter is muffled, but the kiss you give to my palm is louder than trumpets.

And I whisper, "I love you, too," as I keep you from speaking another word.

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mv_1993mv_1993over 8 years ago
Here I go again....

Please write a book. Give it a thought. ♡

Anitablake0021Anitablake0021about 9 years ago
Loved it!

Loved how the Dom can get inside subs head and tease and know what she wants ......... .... Loved it!!!

jhollanderjhollanderabout 9 years ago
Powerful and raw

You've written and excellent story that breaks power exchange down to it's most basic tenets - trust and love. I really enjoyed this.

parawaparawaabout 9 years ago
More please

I think you write with intensity and blessed brevity- please keep it up.

AnonymousAnonymousabout 9 years ago

This is the best one yet TGK. Thank you.

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