My legs trembled and even with the acute pain that flashed through my chest, I couldn’t speak and give him what he was asking for. Once he realized I wouldn’t speak, he stretched my legs as far as they would go and with a swift plunge, he rammed into me. I yelped in pain at the fullness of my belly. Azmir could be brutal and my memory of it was crisp. He began pounding me with fury and after moments, cocked his head to the side. Azmir was sending a message. He wasn’t going to let up until I gave into him and did as he asked.
I was scared out of my mind, yet refused to forget about his betrayal. It hurt and I was pleased to share the sentiment. As conflicting as my feelings were, it pained me to take revenge on the man I loved. The man who hurt me.
His thrusts were delicious, but we were warring here and I refused to let him break me. That was until he cleverly angled his hips, dipping his knees so that he started to rub fiercely against that sensitive spot deep inside my womb. He pumped furiously until my body bowed from the table, giving into a violent orgasm that coursed through my stubborn frame, shattering me into pieces. I bit down on the insides of my lips to keep from screaming out insanities of pleasure. His glare suddenly turned satisfying because he knew he was breaking me down, thrust by thrust.
Azmir pulled me from the table and flipped me over without a moment for me to register the movements. He pinned me to the table and lifted my right leg to the chair next to me and started plunging into me. My face suffered from spasms at his fullness. My body tendered to him in spite of his rough handling. Azmir knew it, he was greatly skilled at the art of sex. His hand traveled to the apex of my thighs and he massaged my pearl with nearly as much speed as he plunged into me from behind. I was losing my mind, trying to control the pleasure spiking through me. My upper torso slammed into the table when my arms gave out on me. Azmir hooked me at the shoulders with his arms and lifted me to his chest, taking me, maliciously tantalizing my body.
“I need to hear it,” he forced through my ear as he rested his face against me limp neck.
“Ah…ah…ah…ah!” flew from my lungs as I shuddered in his arms from another brutal orgasm.
Damn my overly-responsive body. Damn Azmir and his practices of sexual manipulation!
I felt a smile forming on his face against my cheek.
Screw you, Jacobs! My head bobbled as he held me from behind.
“I can do this all night,” Azmir hissed then he turned me and lifted me onto himself where I straddled him. My body was weak, undulated from two near-death orgasms. Inspiration hit when Azmir entered me again—still strong, still erect. He was going to sex me into submission. I didn’t think I could endure another orgasm. My body could receive no more pleasure. I was drained and overly-satiated. I could take no more.
“Azmir,” I begged over fatigued pants.
With his left hand, he snaked my fatigued body and with his right he cupped my face forcing me to look at him. Through heavy eyes I saw his determination. A shiver of fear ran through me.
“Tell me and I’ll stop,” he murmured softly, but with caveat.
I was too weak for a poker face. So I collapsed my face into his neck. He anchored me from my shoulder and started his upward thrusts. It wasn’t long before I felt the warm impressions from his presence inside of me. Not too soon after, the quickening started flashing in my core. He was so deep and felt so good. Even without my participation of will, he pleasured my body.
Fear struck, I knew another orgasm was nearing. “No. No. Stop. Right now…stop!” I whimpered.
My body couldn’t take anymore excitement. It was torturing. It was control. I thought I was going to pass out again. This wasn’t passionate love making between two consenting partners. It was torment and a vicious battle of wills. It didn’t matter what my mind could perceive, my body gave in. I choked in tears as my orgasm ambushed me and my body convulsed inside of Azmir’s strong chest and arms. I was losing it. Losing my mind, body, and now will.