Gigglebox
We were giggling as we fell naked on the bed. Bantering easily with each other, exchanging mock insults, as we slid naturally into our ‘places’; me, on my back, legs spread; him kneeling between my spread legs, looming over me.
I laughed between ows as he playfully spanked my clit with his cock, slapping it over and over to create a neat little sting. “There! Take that, you filthy little whore!” he said, grinning.
“I hope it hurts you just as much as it hurts me!” I laughed back at him. He claimed it didn’t. But he stopped just the same. Must have been coincidence.
He continued to tease and to taunt as he drove into me. Though the giggles tapered off to a respectable level, tiny chuckles continued as he lowered down to lay atop me, tweaking my breasts, tugging my hair, moving his hips in slow, agonizingly perfect circles.
Still grinning hugely, I was just contemplating to myself whether or not giggle sex was better than the rest when, without warning, his hands crashed down upon my face, cupped over my mouth and my nose, squeezing, smashing, hurting.
Initially, I freeze. Eyes popped open wide, as fear spurts up, hot and wet in my belly.
And, apparently, hot and wet between my legs- if his appreciative moans and murmurs are any indication.
I let my eyes drift shut and quell the urge to struggle, forcing myself to still because struggling burns oxygen faster. I can’t stop the count in my head, though, waiting for my lungs to start to burn. It’s instinctive, soothing and calming, though completely nonsensical and incorrect “1, 2, 7, 24, wait, shit, 9, 10, 73, fuck, 1, 2, …”
It’s simultaneously an interminable wait and abrupt end. Though it seems I lay there, silent and still, as time stretches on and on, it can’t be more than 15 seconds before the burning begins.
If struggling wastes that precious oxygen, an orgasm wastes even more. But that’s something I’m less inclined to quell. Not for the obvious reason of why would anyone stop an orgasm in its tracks, but entirely because he’s not much interested in letting me breathe until I give him what he wants.
He drives into me faster as I give in to the first signs of discomfort, my lungs burning hard now. A frantic and failed attempt to turn my head, a high-pitched squeal squeezing through his fingers.
“I own your air, cunt. I own you.”
Shit just got serious.
He continues pounding and pounding, growling in my ear to give it to him, give him what he wants and do it now- and it comes, almost angrily, small and hard and quick, body betraying brain, my body giving him his demanded pleasure while my brain screams in panicked protest.
It should be enough, that stingy little orgasm should have been enough to earn air-
But he keeps holding. Just a few seconds past agonizing, a few long seconds past panic, a couple more seconds past Jay Wiseman’s warning- and finally, he lets go. I heave air in and let it out on a sob, again and again.
I lay under him then, tears pricking the backs of my eyes, trembling, gasping. When he lifted his hands again, I whimpered and cringed, made a quick scramble. But he only grabbed my hair, putting his mouth on my ear, and began to talk.
Whispered words of ownership and control driving straight into my brain, a brain recently reduced to mush.
And the evidence of how much he enjoyed it all stabbed over and over inside me.
Uncategorized | kaya | 
Wednesday January 12th, 2011 12:27pm
Phew.
Hot!
I’m jealous :)
WOW! Scary sexy!
Yeah, that’s all KINDS of hot. Like so hot I think some of the snow in my front yard melted.
definately hot, loved it.
ouch .. hot hot hot~~~ taking a deep breath~!
holy hawtness…that left me a bit breathless! I think I was holding my breath there at the end….
Sephani Paige´s last [type] ..Wonderfully Weird Deathly Cute
Now it’s his fault when you forget something or screw up because he killed some braincells…so, obviously *you* can’t be punished for it!
Wow!!! Just… wow…
(Point made)
um… double wow.
xantu´s last [type] ..Spatulated
If I may inquire, exactly how long IS Jay’s warning…? >_>
zelda´s last [type] ..Update and apologies
you have the most wow sex of anyone i have ever known…
hawt and frightening…and hawt and i can’t type anymore cos my fingers stop working whenmy pussy turns on lately….
nilla´s last [type] ..Putting Up…and…Manners
Welcome Back!!! I agree WOW!!!
that is…unbelievably hot. then again, there are few more sexy assertions of control, at least in my estimation, than breath play.
Like the Wicked Witch of the West, I can only say “I’m melting, I’m melting.”
You are the single most effective advertisement for the total complete hotness of slavery around.
[...] Breath play: “He’s not much interested in letting me breathe until I give him what he wants. He drives into me faster as I give in to the first signs of discomfort, my lungs burning hard now. A frantic and failed attempt to turn my head, a high-pitched squeal squeezing through his fingers. I own your air, cunt. I own you. Shit just got serious.” Kaya and her master play hard… [...]