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Posted by subette on Sun 21 Feb 10, 8:00 PM to the The_Porn_Blog group.
He takes my chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilts it up towards the light, angles it slightly one way then the other. Further. Raises his hand and brings it down so quickly that the 'crack' is the first thing I register. Sharp intake of breath. Eyes closed. The red, warm sting across my cheek.
He is crouching in front of me, smirking at my helplessness. The glint in his eye telling me all I need to know: he is in control. Even without the expertly tied knots, there would be no way to resist.
The bruises on my breasts are strangely beautiful against my snow-pale skin. I can feel the aching-sting of my nipples where they have been slapped and twisted until my back arches and my toes tense. I focus on these, allow the silence to wash over me. Aware of his movement. His hands caressing my sholder, my neck, my hair.
His fingers run gently through my long hair, cup the back of my head and begin to slide away again. He clenches his fist. Fistful of hair. Pulls back sharply.
'Look at me'
I blink, focus, move my eyes to find him. His face is hard, examining. He stares into my eyes and I can't look away. I feel his fingers on my nipple. Soft, then swift and harsh. My back arches, arms strain at the sides of the chair. Reflex - my eyes close. His grip on my hair tightens.
'Look at me'
And again I blink, focus, move my eyes to find him. His eyes so dark as he again pulls and pinches my nipple. Sharp intake of breath, but I maintain the eye contact and feel the full power of what he is doing to me: right there held in his hard gaze.
Edited Sun 21 Feb 10, 11:06 PM by subette
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