It’s the wrong thing to say.
Javi is tearing at my clothes now. Clothes that I probably won’t get back. I am powerless to stop him. Powerless to do anything as he tosses me around like a rag doll.
The shirt falls to the ground below. My leggings too. The bra comes next. And then he’s reaching for my panties. I do fight him this time. And in the chaos, I tumble onto the floor and scramble backward on all fours, trying to get away. Javi stalks after me like the predator he is. Too fast.
He’s too fast.
He catches me around the ankle and then kneels down in front of me, shoving me onto my back as he yanks my panties free.
I kick at him, and it does nothing.
He grips the soft flesh behind my knees with each of his palms and thrusts my legs up, exposing me to him in the most indecent way possible.
“Javi, please…”
He buries his face between my thighs, and I forget. I forget everything.
I forget if we’re fighting or not.
I forget how to breathe for a minute.
His beard tickles and scratches me. But it’s his tongue. His tongue is inside of me. And my body doesn’t care anymore. Nothing else exists outside of this moment. I’ve never felt so exposed. So raw. It’s intimate, what he’s doing to me. It’s the most intimate thing a man can do to a woman.
Before him, I never let anybody touch me. I never let them get that close. And now- it isn’t enough. I want more. I want everything. It dominates me.
Javi is rough. He is demanding. And he is hungry.
I jerk against him. I reach down and touch his hood. He pauses, and I beg him not to stop. But there is a moment when he looks up at me. A moment where… something else changes between us.
“Please,” I beg him. “Let me see you.”
He ignores me and turns back to his task. Eating me out. Devouring me. And I am a slave to the way that he makes me feel right now.
I am captivated by the monster between my thighs. It’s getting me high. High on this. High on him. I feel myself falling. It’s all going to come crashing down. I don’t know what will happen when it’s over. But I don’t care. I ride it out. Soaking up everything he gives me. And when I come, it is nothing like the orgasms I have ever had before.
It consumes me.
Cripples me.
Blackens my vision and transports me to another world.
I’m in a different headspace. One far removed from the reality of my situation. Because Javi is bending me to his will. Making me a believer in his cause. He’s infecting me with his disease of the mind. And I can’t seem to stop it.
He crawls up my body and draws out his cock, rubbing it against my chest.
He’s fucking my tits. Taking what he wants from me, the same way he always does. But even that isn’t enough for him.
“Please me,” he demands.
His cock prods the edge of my lips, and I open my mouth for him. I don’t know why. I don’t know anything. Except that a sick part of me wants this. A part of me wants him to keep defiling me this way.
The head of his cock glides over my tongue, salty. Soft and velvet. He groans and then shudders when I close my mouth around him.
I can’t suck him in this position, not really. He’s got me pinned. So he takes control. Moving his hips forward. Sliding in and out. The gentleness doesn’t last.
When he grunts, he thrusts harder. Deeper. My eyes water and he cups my head to hold me in place. When I look up at him, I can see how untamed he is.
He really is like an animal. Wild. Caged for all these years. He doesn’t know how to do anything halfway. He only knows how to take. How to fuck. How to use. And I’ve become his new favorite toy.