Hold a gun to my head and tell me you love me... (4)

Posted by LittleLadyBecca on Sun 6 Feb 11, 7:53 PM to LittleLadyBecca's blog.

“Speaking of which, I've got a surprise for you, close your eyes.”

Let me give you a bit of background here...earlier on this week I found some awesome porn and decided to send the link to he who must be obeyed for his enjoyment; suffice to say it was more than enjoyed! This has now become a bit of a one way porn stream as I send him whatever has tickled my pickle (yes I did just say that, I'm embarrassed for me too!) that day and Thursday's offering was not only really effing difficult to source but more taboo than anything I've shown him before. The reply I got was a mixture of surprise and amusement and a promise to 'keep it in mind' and other than thinking that it was a good reaction I gave it no more thought.

Now back to Saturday night...

The poor man hadn't been feeling terribly well all day and was rather enjoying a relax on my bed. A film was suggested after dinner and as we decided upon Irreversible one thing lead to another...well, you know.

By now I'm feeling pretty battered, my face hurts from the back of his hand and my back hurts from his teeth. He stares down at me, all mean and moody, and I can't suppress my smile.

“What are you grinning at?”

“Nothing, just happy you're here and good to see you enjoyed the porn I've been filtering through!” (He had mentioned his enjoyment, I'm not just assuming!)

“Speaking of which, I've got a surprise for you, close your eyes.”

He clambers of the bed and crosses the room and I can hear him rustling in his pile of bags and clothes as I mentally run through what he could have gotten for me. I can't think of anything that would be easily procurable in a few days and nothing springs to mind that I've mentioned previously. I can now hear a quiet clicking and am more than a little puzzled; the urge to open my eyes and peek in growing unbearable but I know it'll be better if I wait – I love surprises!

I feel him climb back on the bed and spin me around so I am face down with my head in the pillow and then swiftly pulls on my hips so I am on all fours, eyes still closed. His hand gently cups my face and he pulls my head round to the side so I'm almost looking over my shoulder at him, or would be if I was looking at all.

“Open your eyes.” I can almost hear the smile in his voice as I do as I'm told and what I see all but stops my heart; I am looking straight down the barrel of a gun.

I gasp and my momentarily open mouth is taken advantage of as he rams the barrel as far into my throat as he can, one hand on the trigger, the other wrapped in my hair forcing the pistol deeper.

“Still liking the idea now darling?” He has that glint in his eyes, the dangerous one, the one that scares me more than a little.

I whimper and dribble and flinch as he takes what he wants , hell I'm not protesting at this point – if he had a gun just lying around then I don't want to chance it actually being loaded! An occasional click compounds my fear and I put up little resistance as he spins me around on top of him, pistol still firmly lodged in my mouth.

He states that I have 5 minutes to make him come otherwise “my pretty little face will be decorating the walls” and I don't doubt him for a second.

All my focus and concentration is going into his pleasure and reading his body and face, so much so that I forget to breathe and suddenly inhale with a gasp.

It takes less than half my allotted time to fulfil his demand and shaking with adrenaline and fear I collapse onto his chest as he covers me in kisses and holds me whilst I regain some form of composure.

Later I am shown, with a self-satisfied grin, that it is an airsoft pellet gun that was loaded with neither ammo or a CO2 cartridge. He also shows me the silencer barrel that attaches to the front with the promise that “it'll be used when I least expect it”.

I've told him that he better get used to the idea of being stuck with me forever as I am clearly never letting him go. How likely is it that I'll ever find another man like him – one that will fuck me with a gun in my mouth, thinks my geeky credentials are 'cute' and takes planning for the nuclear apocalypse as seriously as I do? Very fucking unlikely! Therefore ladies and gentlemen I have decided that I shall marry this one – he just doesn't know it yet!

Edited Sun 6 Feb 11, 7:58 PM by LittleLadyBecca