Fight for Surrender

The breath I have drawn catches in my throat when, all of a sudden, you spin me around and toss me across the mattress, away from you. I feel the lack of your body warmth and the loss of your powerful, yet save hold on me makes me whimper. But who am I to just accept that? Before you can grab a hold of me and take me missionary I take advantage of your initial surprise and straddle you flat on the bed, lowering myself onto you smoothly, but oh so slowly. You try to grab my hips to push me down, but I slap your hands away and, as an act of punishment, I straight out smack you in the face again. Every time I do this it feels better, I realize. This time you don't bother with revenge, but provocatively grin up at me.

"This is not a fight you're gonna win, you know?" We shall see about that, D, we shall see.

I convulse my muscles around your dick to remind you of who's on top exactly and you cannot help but groan out and dig your fingernails into my hips. That's all it takes to encourage me and I begin to pick up a fast rhythm, meeting your thrusts, so you're slamming into me double as hard. I hear a loud moan, dripping with the rich sound of pure lust and I cannot determine whether it was you or me that made it.

Without further ado, you tighten your hand around my throat. You choke me, until I begin to see bright dots twinkling in front of my eyes, slowly blurring my vision. I grip your wrist, trying to make you release. You, however, press even tighter. My lungs seem to convulse in despair for fresh air and still, you purposely don't loosen your grip. Your eyes are transfixed on mine; the steely determination in yours scares me. At this point I am petrified.

I threaten to panic, because I fear you will overstep my limits. Then, though you are still pounding me heavily, I hear your whisper. "Relax, just relax and let go. You know I won't hurt you." My pussy tightens in anticipation of the impending orgasm, your cock hitting my g-spot repeatedly feels way too good not to relax. So, against all rational thinking, I let go, and - dancing somewhere along the edge of consciousness - I feel something explode inside my body. The forth July firework is set inside of me, making my body tingle from my scalp to my fingers and toes.

An ecstatic moan is freeing itself loose from my throat and the force of my orgasm is making my whole body shake like a leaf in autumn. Soothingly you let your hands run down my spine in an attempt to make my mind return from subspace.

You thread your fingers into my hair and pull me close to you, kissing me hungrily, gently thrusting into me. When I straighten up again I feel a sudden rush of endorphins hit me. Mischievously I grin down on you and by the way you return my gaze I see that you know what I'm thinking. "Do it. Come on, do it if you dare!"

I obey, of course I do. I always would.

Slowly I slide my hand around your throat, getting used to the feeling of your pulse beneath my fingers. You slam into my more forceful now, and consequently, I clasp my hand. The more I press the harder you fuck me.

So I choke you, I choke the life out of you, choke you harder than I can control, and you grab me, let your nails bite into my hips and pound into me incredibly hard. In return I slap you, right across the face, hard, twice. My hand stings from the force of it, but I haul off another time.

You give me the illusion of power and I clutch at it like a drowning woman in high seas, savour it, and indulge in the deceptive feeling of having the upper hand.

I relish the few minutes of total control, just to be thrown back into submission by your solid slap on the cheek. You push me onto the path of unreined submission, yet keep me from going further than I can.

"Goddamnit, fucker!" I breathe as I desperately try to regain what little composure is left within me. You smile warmly up at me, the roughly flip me onto my back, pressing yourself on my body, careful not to put too much weight on me. "What, should I stop?"

"Don't you dare!" I seethe.

Grinning wickedly you take your bandana off your head and trace it along my body, up to my face. You place it over my eyes and carefully tie it at the back of my head so that I cannot see anything anymore. You follow the path you've drawn with the cloth with your tongue. I squirm to get even closer to your touch, since this is the only sensual response I can get right now. "Don't move!" you order, but I continue to wiggle around, grabbing a hold of your shoulders to push you down my body. You know exactly what I want, but you are determined to reject me. Relentlessly you tease me with feathery light touches and kisses, bites and nibbles until I am but an annoyed brat.

"Please..." I beg. Yes. I actually do beg. And I could bite my tongue for it. But now it's said and you immediately jump on it. "Please what?" I refuse to answer, so you bite my nipple hard. When I still won't answer you dig your nails into my belly and scratch them down to my hip. "Please... You know what I want."

"Actually..." You lift yourself and sit up. "I have no idea." Would I be able to see you now, I could swear you are smiling broadly.

"Please! Just do anything!"

You do, indeed. I didn't notice how you have fetched the vibrator. In fact, I didn't even know that you know I have one. Switching it on, you wait until I recognize the sound of it before you allow it to touch me. I practically feel the blood flow to my cheeks, flushing my face in a fevered red. How the hell did you find out, I wonder. And what else did you find?

I mutter some curses at you under my breath, but you must have heard me, because you slap me hard across the face. Blindfolded this has even more of an impact on me and I have to swallow hard to suppress tears from slipping out beneath the blindfold. "Don't you ever call me names again, whore!" you hiss and both the severity of your tone and the profanity you called me make me flinch.

Right then you part my pussy lips with your fingers and trace the purring toy along my slit. You caught me totally off guard; my fingers grip the sheet, I start panting and mumbling some incoherent words. You chuckle and direct the vibrator to rattle on my clit, driving my senses to overload. I don't know where to go; I wiggle away from the touch, at the same time pathetically pressing my pelvis closer to the sensation.

I hear myself whimper for release, and surprisingly you comply, using more force to press the toy onto my lust spot. I feel the vibration in my whole body, mingling deep in my belly to one overwhelming warm ball of arousal. My legs start to shake and twitch, my body contracts in anticipation of the forthcoming orgasm and I fear that I won't survive it. As if that weren't enough you know just how to push me to the farthest level of pleasure by slowly sliding two fingers into me. I have no idea what exactly you do, but you graze my g-spot so perfectly that just alone that manages to send a tingling shiver through my whole body.

Then you take the vibrator away and I prepare to let out a growl of protest, when I feel the soft warmth of your tongue trace around my clit. I lose my mind then, not knowing how to handle this. The begging increases, so do your deep thrusts into me, and the laps at my clit. You speed up, feeling that I'm about to come and I'm so glad that you don't insist on teasing me even further.

"Please..." I pant, totally hoarse and out of breath, "Please, may I come?" I never ever asked permission to come before, after all, who are you to tell me whether it's okay to come or not? But now it just feels... right. I feel my juices trickle down the insides of my thighs in thin rivers. My whole body is covered in a sheen of sweat, and I toss and turn beneath your caresses. Your tongue still circles my clit, accompanied by the rhythmical strokes of your fingers. "Come for me!" you whisper, or maybe it's just wishful thinking on my part, but as soon as the words are out my body literally explodes. Covered in goose bumps I arch my back, muscles flexed, nerves strained thin, mind blanked out, body tense. I let out an earth shattering moan so that people two blocks away probably hear me.

You must have crawled up to me, because suddenly the blindfold is taken away and I feel your strong body pressing down on me, comforting me, soothing my still clenching muscles.

You mumble cooing words to me, tell me to return form subspace and come back to you, look at you, breathe deeply and relax.

It takes me a while and when I finally do, I already feel your hardness easily enter me. you see that I don't know where to go; I am a mess of sandpapered nerve endings. My breath is shallow and uneven and you haven't even finished with me yet.

Little beads of sweat form between my breasts and you immediately lean forward to lick them away, but not without biting my nipple sharply. I cry out and dig my nails into your back, deep in your skin, scratching you, marking you as mine.

You glare at me devilishly, pull me by my hair and yank my head back. Relentlessly you fuck me like a mad man, thrusting your dick into my pussy to the hilt and then some.

"Mine!" you whisper breathlessly and with some rough last strokes I feel your body tense and you cum inside of me. You shudder and shiver, beads of sweat falling from your body onto me and I watch you in amazement how the muscles in your neck twitch and you desperately try not to lose control over yourself.

Our lips meet in an attempt to calm our both breaths down, leading to the opposite though. I try to pull away to breath, but you won't let me, instead you prolong the kiss in a fiercer note.

I don't know for how long we lie there, motionless, slung into each others arms. But I know exactly that the inevitable is about to come and as soon as that thought forms in my head, you straighten up and leave the bed. Some seconds later I hear the water running in the shower.

When you stand at the door you refuse to look me in the eyes to search for a glimpse of affection, but turn around and shut the door as quietly as possible not to let any sound shatter my heart.

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*Epilogue*

I guide my BMW into my street and immediately see the Avalanche. It's hard not to notice, it's parked directly in front of the house, for everybody to notice. I swallow a swear word and navigate my car into the parking spot in front of yours.

With a look into the rear view mirror a sudden smile strikes my face. I know I really shouldn't be doing this, and I'm sure this will get me into much trouble. I know I shouldn't be fucking with you. -- At least not like that! But I cannot help it.

Carefully I go into reverse and accelerate. The noise of the collision enlarges my grin and I shut the motor off, step out of the car and inspect the damage.

Satisfied I call the AAA, tell them how I unintentionally hit my neighbour's car and now I'm down and out, and if they could pretty please tow the car. They promise to be there as soon as possible.

With a vivid twinkle in my eyes I unlock the door and step into my flat, certain that you sense something is wrong.

"Honey? I fear you'll have to stay over night, someone crashed your car and now it's being towed."