Consent, Control and Cum

Fanning the Flames of Lust

He’d got it out of his system, and I was desperate for release. He let me reach for my rabbit and held me. While I brought myself to orgasm in the tried and tested way. My orgasm was loud, and long I thought it would never end. The waves of sexual sensation kept lapping at me from every angle. My head suffused with the lightning crashing through it, that point somewhere deep in my cunt exploding with pure selfish unadulterated pleasure. Eventually, they ebbed away, as they always do, and I was left to float back to earth gently while he held me in his arms controlling the bedroom.

Controlling the Bedroom and Erotic Desire

Just before I landed properly, while the remnants of my orgasm could still be felt deep in my cunt, surrounding my clit, hanging on to my throat and mind with fingertips, he struck again. He wasn’t finished after all. If his cock had been waning after the two orgasms he’d just fucked into me. He’d made sure it was ready a third time while I’d been happily masturbating in his arms.

I let the hastily switched-off rabbit slide from my hands to clonk onto the floor. Controlling the bedroom, he pinned me to the bed with his weight as he rose up and positioned himself between my legs. One leg over his shoulder, the other still behind him, my wrists held in one of his hands above me. His other hand opened up my just-peaked labia to shove his cock inside the saturated tunnel. Even as he entered me he looked straight at me so he could enjoy my disbelief and shock. My eyes communicate that confusing but addictive mix of hate, admiration and lust which is integral to sex with him.

Love, Lust and Controlling the Bedroom

My oversensitive, overstimulated cunt was not happy about this invasion so soon after climax. The jarring of my physical tenderness and overstimulation was at odds with my mental reaction, which was to love him even more in that moment.

Sure, I had my word to stop him if I really wanted. I didn’t want him to stop. Not really. Not for all the “no, fuck no” I was crying out with pleasure and begging to “please stop, please” and the countless more “no’s” and “stop’s” I felt safe to spit at him in this mindless moment of illicit and erotic sex play.

Controlling the bedroom he’d carry on anyway, and that’s how I wanted it. I let myself go, let myself be his and in his control in that instant, and he fucked me so hard I loved it. I’d be fucked straight through the headboard and through the wall behind. His spare hand, not the one holding my wrists together above my head, was around my throat. Both holding me in place and making it harder for me to draw breath.

Our Deepest Desires Unleashed

The delicious fear I felt in my mind surely flitted over my face. As well as the pleasure face contortions that sex brings, he takes control fucking me harder and faster. My excitement just turned him on more. He kept his eyes on my fearful admiring ones the entire time.

When he came, he came with one definitive hard thrust. Also with a possessive snarl, he let me know I was his. I was home and so was he. Controlling the bedroom he’d reclaimed his territory and we both knew it. I am his.

Soon I will write about the night before, details of which even he doesn’t fully know yet. Then I can hope for another reclaiming. The cycle continues: lust, passion, sex, love.

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