Betrayed by her Body

"You're mine."

His short low growl sent shivers down her spine. The hairs on the back of her neck standing up, as he pinned her against the wall in front of her. Helpless, and unable to put up any resistance. Not that she truly could resist. Her body was betraying her and instead listening to him, his instructions.

This was the first time they had met. She was normally cautious on first meets, but this had been different. They had been chatting for a while and with each day things had intensified; she found herself falling deeper and deeper into the dynamic. His words seemed to have a magic hold on her, and she couldn't help but obey.

She had only agreed to meet him for a coffee, but as he had taken her hand and led her down the alley behind the coffee shop, she had not protested. She knew the direction things were heading. But she had promised herself that she wouldn't do anything sexual this first time. That she would make him wait. Make him earn it.

However, as her brain screamed at her to wait her body took step after step, following him. When they were out of sight of the main street he threw her against the wall, lifting up her skirt as he pressed against her. She could feel his breath falling on her neck and she let out a light whimper as he reached down and ripped the panties clean off her.

She had liked those panties. In fact, they were her favourite set. The perfect mix of lace and satin in an indulgent black that made her feel as sexy as she possibly could. And yet, she wasn't protesting. As the fabric tore, she felt a tear trickle down her cheek, knowing they were destroyed, but she didn't speak.

She tried, but she couldn't. Her voice was lost. As she tried to clear her throat, she felt the soft fabric push past her lips and fill her mouth. The words that had taken her so long to find, were now muffled by her panties and lost to the world.

And still, she didn't try to stop him. Turn around. Stop this. This isn't what you want! Her mind screamed at her but, as he reached for her hands, there was no sense of forcefulness. He wasn't rough with her or obviously taking her against her will. As he guided her hands behind her back, he whispered the words, "good girl," to her.

Butterflies grew in her stomach and fluttered all around her body, as she smiled at his words. This was what she wanted. She wanted to please him, to be his 'good girl'. After a brief moment, she managed to snap her mind back and eventually managed to send a signal to her arms to pull away. But she was too late.

His leather belt was wrapped tightly around her wrists; overlapping in a cross and firmly bound. When she did try to pull against it, the soft leather held firm, and she was unable to move her arms.

He pushed up against her, his firm chest pinning her against the hard brick wall which was in front of her. She felt her nipples begin to harden through her shirt, from the chill of the brick, whilst the warmth of his breath sent tingles over her skin.

She felt his hand grip her long hair and slowly wrap it around his wrist, before he pulled her head back sharply onto his shoulder. His lips brushed up against her neck, and she felt him inhale her perfume and let out a low moan.

Her eyes sank closed, as a smile crept over her face. Knowing he took pleasure in her choice of perfume was flooding her mind with endorphins. The voice deep inside her that was telling her to stop this, to walk away, to do something, was slowly becoming quieter.

In fact, she couldn't hear anything but him. The cars on the street not far away seemed distant and muffled. The clink of opening and closing shop doors was gone. The bustle of the crowd was but a distant memory.

There was just him and her. Her heart was pounding in her chest, and she could feel his beating too, he was pressed up so hard against her.

You have to stop this. You just wanted coffee. You need to turn and....

The voice inside her head disappeared as he whispered, "You're mine, " in her ear. A sense of ease. A sense of purpose filled her. She knew what she was meant for. What she was meant to do. To please him.

She tried to nod but his hard grip of her hair prevented her.

"You're mine, " he growled once more. The tone sending shivers all over her body, as she knew it was true. There was not an ounce of disobedience left in her.

He began to bite her neck softly, and she whimpered through the panties in her mouth. As he began to bite harder and harder, his hands released her head, but she left it tilted back laying on his shoulder. His hands slid down her sides, and he stopped pressing her against the wall. He gripped her body and spun around, so that his back was to the wall and she was in front of him.

This is your chance! Run! screamed her inner voice but, just as she lifted her right foot, one of his fingers slid over her pussy and it immediately fell back to the ground, as she fell back against him.

A long hard moan was heard through the panties. Muffled, but as clear as day that she liked what he was doing.

As one hand continued to stroke her womanhood, the other rose up and lifted her top before pulling down her bra to release her breasts.

"Mmmm... " His moan made her ache for him even more. Knowing that she was pleasing him so much. That he was enjoying exploring her was pleasuring her mind, just as much as his fingers were pleasuring her body.

"You're mine." He repeated again. Each time it had the same effect on her as she found her legs shaking and her body leaning further into his. Her eyes glazing over, as she heard a different voice in her head. This one distant and quiet.

I'm yours, echoed around her mind. As the words bounced around her head, her smile grew, and she spread her legs wider for him.

"Good girl, " he chuckled.

There was a faint banging with a muffled moan deep in the depths of her conscious mind. No! You're not his. You're your own!

But the other voice was growing and she felt a rush of warmth, as its presence grew further. I'm yours. I'm yours. This second voice full of joy, as she tingled from head to toe.

No. Don't do this. Don't let him control you. The first voice continued to scream, as her hands reached back and started undoing the fastenings of his trousers. She could hear the faint banging of fists against her inner walls, as the voice tried to stop her. But her hands were already pulling his long, hard shaft out of his jeans.

"That's my good girl." His voice was so quiet but every syllable fell like thunder on her, and each word filled her with more joy, than any guy had ever given her before.

I'm yours. I'm your good girl! The second voice shouted louder, as her hands slid up and down his shaft. Rubbing his precum onto her ass, as his fingers slid deep inside her. The wave of ecstasy that rose inside her as his fingers sunk right to the knuckle inside her, was enough to make her legs quiver, and she had to fight hard not to collapse to the floor.

Moan after moan of pleasure was seeping through her panties, as his fingers continued to slide in and out of her. Her hands barely able to stroke him as concentration became nigh impossible.

Before she could think, she felt her back slam against the wall and her right leg being lifted up, as his thick, hard cock slid into her pussy. She gasped, and her mouth opened so wide the panties fell out.

"You're mine."

"I'm yours." This time it wasn't the voice inside her head that was talking. She was speaking the words through the moans.

He was thrusting into her so hard it almost hurt. But she wanted him. She needed him.

"You're mine!"

She was biting her lips as she tried to fight back the orgasm. "I'm yours!" She screamed.

He was thrusting with all his might now. Her body slamming against the wall with his thrusts.

"You're mine!" He screamed as he sunk his teeth into her neck. She couldn't hold back anymore.

"I'm.....I'm....." She was trying, but every inch of pleasure had risen to a point, and it needed a release. There was no controlling it.

"I'm....I'm....I'm....YOURS!!!!" She screamed to the world, as her pussy clenched again and again; the climax engulfing her. She didn't even notice his moan, his cock being gripped so tight by her pussy, that it squeezed every drop of his cum out of him. All she felt was pleasure. Pleasure above anything else she had felt before.

"You're mine," he panted, more softly this time. Resting his forehead against her, his heart beating hard in his chest.

"I'm yours," she whispered back to him. Knowing that she meant those words more than she ever had meant anything before.