Weekend Getaway: Thursday
Thursday afternoon.
He had told her before he left that morning to pack for the cabin this weekend. He was going to take her away on that trip she had been wanting. She was bored this summer, with her classes finished and nothing to do. She had fallen into this pattern of tedium, though, and flipped through the channels lazily all afternoon, watching any bit of trash that appealed to her.
He found her as he had left her, sunken in the overstuffed couch in her jeans and blouse, eating pretzels and carrot sticks. He can see the open suitcase in the bedroom hasn’t moved and contains only her bathing suit and two pairs of his jeans. He bristles and slams his briefcase down on the kitchen counter. She turns around and grins brightly at him.
He points at the suitcase and her face falls. She stands up immediately and hurries toward the bedroom, yanking her shirt down nervously. She stammers about having at least begun the packing and that she can finish before he knows it. His neck flushes as he contemplates the level of weekend traffic, and how every second wasted increases it exponentially. She tries to lighten the mood, pulling on his tie and smiling. He scowls and takes it from her hands and rips it off. She pales and heads toward the bathroom, knowing full well how her procrastination will be received.
Mark follows her to the bathroom.
kay packs makeup and blow dryers, stuffing them into her makeup bag quickly.
Mark grabs her arm. kay stops packing and starts to tremble.
kay rubs her arm, wincing.
kay shakes her head and rubs her arm, miserably.
Mark pulls her toward the bedroom. Their bedroom is huge and dominated by a king-sized bed with a heavy wrought-iron frame. All the bedding is cool grays and voluptuous. The pillows, all eight of them, stand proudly, arrogantly over the down comforter, bossing around the shams and chenille throw. The bedroom is shadowy; it opens to the east and is on the fifth floor of the condominium building, high above the street lamps. At night, the encompassing blackness in the sky fills their patio and French doors, suffocating the stars.
The bedroom furniture is heavy and richly stained wood, a wardrobe, a bureau, a chest and two night tables, solid but simple. The white carpet is thick but muted. The room is a sanctuary to most, but she has found it to be more dangerous than it presents itself. She can see herself in the large mirror over the bureau, in the reflections in the patio doors; she’s frightened, panicking. kay blinks back tears.
kay whines pitifully.
kay doesn't want to know how. kay swallows hard.
Mark starts to pull at her shirt, tugging violently at her expensive blouse. kay looks around nervously.
kay unbuttons her shirt, hands shaking. She struggles with the buttons, her nails jumping in the way of each other and her long hair pooling over the fabric. Mark pulls her shirt off over her head. kay moans, unhappily. Mark pushes her down toward the ground. She is on her knees, in only her jeans, feeling anxious and exposed. Her perfect weekend is collapsing into what will certainly be thorough punishment. kay looks up at him. Mark grabs a handful of hair and pulls back. kay gasps.
kay bites her lip. kay nods quickly. Mark pushes her onto the floor and starts to pull her pants down. kay clenches her fists, trying not to grab at her hair.
kay squirms, whimpering.
kay tries to still herself. She knows that the harder she fights, the worse it will be. She can be a good girl, she knows it.
Mark gets her pants down to her knees. kay nods, beginning to cry. It was humiliating to be here when she so easily could have been in the car, on the way to the lake for sunbathing and picnics. And now she won’t be able to wear a bathing suit. It was so unfair.
kay wipes her face. Mark flips her on her back and pulls harder on her pants. kay takes a deep breath. Mark now gets her pants off. kay wraps her arms around herself, covering her breasts and trying to feel more composed.
Mark grabs her by the hair. kay nods and stands.
Mark slaps her face and scowls.
kay grabs his hand, her head already sore. kay whimpers.
kay lays down, quickly. Her hair fans out behind her as she struggles to keep her mouth closed and those words deep in her throat—those apologies, that begging. He won’t hear it now; he’ll be furious. Good girl, she’s got to be a good girl now. He is watching her; she forces herself not to tug a blanket over her body. When he stares at her, she feels so naked.
kay nods and closes her eyes. Mark undresses. kay opens her legs wide, feeling the sheets under her bare ass. kay takes short, erratic breaths. Mark takes off his pants and shirt, quickly and purposefully. She can hear him moving. kay leans up on her elbows and watches him undress, pleased to see that they will be more equally unclothed. Mark stands, already erect. kay drinks him in.
kay 's eyes get wider. Mark watches her beautiful body lay there. She is motionless but her eyes are alive, dancing, begging. All those words are trapped in there; she wants it more than he could have imagined.
Mark pushes himself in to her face. kay gets wetter, thinking about how she loves when he owns her.
kay nods and parts her lips. Mark pushes himself into her mouth. kay swallows him into her throat, hungrily.
kay takes a deep breath and sucks him hard.
kay wants to play with herself while he fucks her face. Mark pushes deeper, all the way down.
kay 's eyes water, but she keeps swallowing him.
kay nods happily, brushing her hands over her breasts.
kay sucks ravenously and tucks her fingers into her wet folds.
Mark pulls out and then pushes her legs over her shoulder. Mark slips inside her. kay nods, her knees at her ears. kay groans happily. Mark continues with short strokes and then starts to push deeper.
kay chews on her lip, feeling so full. Mark plunges all the way inside her after she has spread her wetness on him. kay moans rhythmically, her hips bucking lightly.
kay nods. Mark strokes deeper and deeper and slowly pulls out. kay opens her mouth obediently.
kay smiles. Mark pushes himself inside her mouth
kay can taste herself, warm and salty-sweet.
kay nods, lapping herself off his cock. Mark grabs her hair again and guides himself as deep as she can take.
kay stops breathing, and concentrates on swallowing.
kay nods, anxiously.
kay sucks hard, feeling lightheaded. kay pulls her mouth off and gulps in air. Mark continues to grab her hair and guide.
kay whimpers, sucking him noisily.
kay can feel the saliva all down her chin and spilling down her neck.
kay nods and spreads her legs wide.
Mark places his hand gently around her throat while he slips himself inside her legs.
kay sighs, wanting him so badly she can't even breath. Mark pushes deep and deeper, slightly squeezing her throat. kay leans back into the pillows and watches him.
Mark continues to grind. kay cradles him in her dripping slit, squeezing around him like a fist. Mark pulls her legs up over his shoulders. kay breathes more erratically. kay loves being filled so deeply. Mark thinks about pulling out and exploring her back side. kay shakes her head.
kay fidgets, anxiously. Mark keeps pushing in and out.
kay shakes her head...good, sooo good. Mark becomes quicker with his strokes. kay blinks heavily at the ceiling, feeling waves of pleasure wash over her. kay smiles to herself. Mark feels like he's going to cum.
Mark grinds into her, quicker strokes.
Mark is now moving even more quickly. kay can feel a warmth spreading up her stomach and her pulse quicken. Mark is about to explode inside her. kay leans into it, gasping sharply.
Mark starts to cum. kay rides against him, washed with a hot shower of pleasure. Mark is enjoying the warmth wrapped around him and then explodes.
kay feels her thighs dampen quickly and a thunderous rush.
kay nods, cumming hard around him. Mark starts to push faster for her…and deeper. Mark reaches up and pinches her nipple. kay bucks, writhing against the sensation, painfully sensitive. kay shudders. Mark continues to push but slower and slower…still deep but slower. kay whimpers, afraid to even move. Mark withdraws himself...and relaxes beside her.
kay sucks in deep breaths. kay turns on her side. Mark slowly rubs her side and kisses her back. kay shivers contentedly. Mark reaches around to massage her breast, gently kissing her nipples. kay scoots back against him. Mark reaches down and rubs her privates, oh so gently, playing with her hair there.
kay bites her lip and slaps his hand away. Mark reaches around and kisses her neck below here ear.
Mark grabs her by the shoulder and pulls her around.
kay looks at him. kay shrugs.
kay shakes her head. Mark pulls at her leg.
kay crosses her legs and rolls away.
kay glares at you.
kay gets up and walks down the hallway to the bathroom.
Mark follows her. kay throws up her middle finger without turning around. Mark takes her by the arm.
Mark smacks her in the face.
kay rubs her face and scowls. Mark grabs her by the hair and forces her to the ground.
kay looks at the floor angrily. kay forces her lips together. Mark presses himself against her face.
Mark smacks her again in the face. kay glares at him silently. kay doesn't touch her face. Mark smacks her again.
kay trembles, trying not to cradle her face in her hand. kay shakes her head, slightly.
Mark smacks her again.
kay opens her mouth quickly.
kay struggles to swallow, choking on his cock.
kay nods, unable to speak. Mark reaches down and pinches her nipples hard. kay squeals, leaning up on her knees.
Mark looks down and sees she has all of him in her mouth.
kay continues to suck him into her mouth, throat, closing her eyes tightly against the pain in her nipples. Mark grabs her hair and pushes deep in her mouth.
Mark is getting ready to cum and starts to stroke faster. kay squirms, glaring at him. kay takes big swallows of him, pulling him viciously with her tongue.
kay scratches his thighs, hard, as he cums. Mark squirts a big load in her mouth. kay blinks tears and chokes him down, hot and salty. Mark keeps his hand on the back of her head to make sure she gets it all. kay growlsss.
kay fidgets, gasping and coughing. kay crosses her arms and spits his cum back out on to the carpet. kay smiles, smugly. Mark smacks her in the face, hard.
kay grabs her face.
Mark smacks the other side of her face.
kay groans, but then stops fighting. kay stares at the floor icily. Mark reaches down and takes her by the throat and stands her up. kay grabs his hand, anxiously...
kay shakes her head quickly...n-no Sir.
kay trudges back to the bed, climbs up. Mark grabs her and pushes her down on the bed. She blinks back tears starting behind her eyes and tries to ignore the humiliation she feels. The pillows are towering around her, chastising and glaring their disapproval. She can hear their scorn. You were going to be a good girl, she tells herself. kay stares hard at the ceiling and opens her legs.
kay sits up on her elbows, white as chalk. She cringes and her legs twitch instinctively.
kay swallows painfully. Her thighs shiver as she anxiously scrunches her toes against the comforter. kay stretches her legs apart, licking her lips nervously. kay trembles. Mark goes to her side and puts his hand around her throat and pushes down on her into the bed. Mark uses his right hand to administer the swats.
kay whines a little, but stares at the ceiling, trying not to cry. It’s a jarring feeling and there’s nowhere for her to retreat. She remembers to count.
kay tears up...THREE!!! She is shaking and biting hard at her lip; she leans up on her elbows, digging her ass deeper into the bed, trying to escape the sharp slaps.
kay shakes harder, clenching and unclenching her thighs. The repetition is beginning to make her throb. She focuses on counting.
Mark gently rubs her pussy.
Mark pushes his fingers inside her.
kay whimpers...seveneightnineten. kay swallows, hard. Eleven.
Mark goes to the drawer and takes out the restraints. kay closes her legs, swallowing back tears and turns. kay pales. Mark ties her hands and legs to the bed posts. She clutches the iron; it’s cold and rough.
Mark makes sure her legs are spread nice and wide. He doesn’t look at her.
kay presses her cheek against the sheets, motionless. Mark tightens the restraints. kay moans, pathetically. Mark reaches down and rubs her bottom. kay licks her lips, staring at the wall through her hair. Mark gets up and reaches for some lubricant.
kay starts to struggle frantically.
kay pulls hard at her restraints. Mark places a small amount on her bottom.
kay whimpers loudly. Mark stands, gets a condom and puts it on. kay shrieks, wriggling violently.
Mark spreads more lubricant on her.
kay thrashes.
kay shakes her head. Mark gently pushes his finger inside her.
kay bucks harder. Mark begins to mount her.
Mark pushes his hand on her head into the pillow.
kay wails, screaming into the pillow. Mark slips the head gently inside her. kay clenches her hands quickly. Mark slowly pushes in.
kay feels like she's on fire. Mark short strokes at first, eventually going deeper and deeper. kay knows he'll break her if he keeps going. kay cries loudly in the pillow. Mark keeps pushing slowly. kay pulls at her restraints uselessly. Mark continues to push her head down into the pillow. kay tries to stop fighting him, her ass burning and stretching.
Mark strokes faster. The tightness feels great and makes him want to cum again. kay shivers and takes deep, chaotic breaths, blowing her hair out of her face. Mark strokes as deep as he can go and getting faster. kay groans, both hating the sensation and accepting it at the same time. Mark is now about to explode.
Mark starts to cum again. kay bites her pillow hard, tearing at those judgmental 350 thread counts and ripping a hole in one. Mark finishes and removes himself from her. Mark sits back and looks at where he has been. kay lays wilted on the bed, whimpering to herself.
kay shakes her hair out of her face, panting.
kay growls softly.
kay looks at him for a long time.
kay sighs. kay takes a deep breath.
kay struggles harder, her bottom pinking quickly.
kay stills herself, laying her head on the pillow.
posted by macaroon at 2:24 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
<< Home