Surrender

  Control is the state of being in absolute power over your life and all aspects of it. He was in control always in control. No amount of pleading, whimpering or tears would turn him from his course. He held the reins of his life in a steel grip. All compartments of who and what he was controled by the tight hold of resignation. He approached everything as if it were already rotten and molding with age and neglect. Nothing held much use for him. Nothing sparked his interest long enough to make it worth the effort to hold on to. His life just floated by, a leaf in an overflowing gutter.

  He rolled off her and grunted once in physical satisfaction. It was a mild satisfaction, one found only in the release it gave and only for a fleeting moment. He would doze for a while and then send her on her way. She would be forgotten as quickly as the glow of orgasm faded. He sighed once and rolled on his side, eyes slipping shut. In a moment or two no more no less a light snore issued forth and the side of the bed moved under the shifting of her weight.

  He woke from the pressure on his throat. She gripped it firmly in one hand the thumb on the back and fingers splayed over the front caressing his adam's apple. He struggle to rise from the bed and she pushed down flexing as she did so. The air cut off and he fought against her. Leverage worked for her and she laughed a low pleased sound. He relaxed for a minute and her grip loosened. Slowly he realized she had him trapped and for once control was someone else's worry.

  She leaned over him and kissed his cheek, tongue darting out to taste the skin beneath her lips. He lifted up in an effort to throw her off and the breath was violently stolen from him. He gasped and thrashed seeking air. Her laughter floated down to ears that seemed to belong to another. She slapped him once the force of it brought tears to his eyes and she laughed harder, the pure joy giving him reason to pause. A shiver ran over his body and he discovered then how naked he was.

  One arm was trapped under him the angle of which would cause him pain come morning. If he lived till morning. The bitch was psychotic but she smelled like sex and anticipation. She kissed his cheek once more and nipped the corner of his mouth. He pulled back from her bite and turned to get a better look at her. Full lips and witches eyes stared back at him and the reason he chose her came back to him. She looked like a challenge and he had been disappointed when she proved to be weak and maleable. This woman was neither but the perfect outside was still the same.

  She shifted her weight and forced a knee between his legs putting all her mass into it. It was give over or have unbearable bruises to explain to his wife when she returned. He moved his legs feeling her fill the space as he opened them. He began to wonder if he had made a mistake, albeit an interesting one but still a mistake. She pinched the inside of his thigh and by feel plucked a few strands of pubic hair. His wince brought that laughter bubbling up once again.

In a move fast and calculating she leaned in and bit his bottom lip pulling it out as she pulled away from him. The sound it's return made was loud in the dark room. A slap sounded hash and unforgiving and several more followed it. The pain was slow to come but it's sting and burn excited her. As the last slap of flesh on flesh sounded the hiss of his breath was forced down his throat by her invading tongue. She kissed like a man, forceful and hungry almost eating his lips. The kisses were mingled with nips and sharp bites as fingernails sent gooseflesh over the length of thigh and back.

  Normally in this world of vanilla sex and business meetings he would have to think of his favorite scenes from pornos in his library. His most cherished was watching some young slut get fucked by a chick with a double strap on. The ecstacy on her face always got him started. There was no need for those images his cock stirred the moment she forced his legs apart. As she bit and stroked he could feel himself grow larger. Harder.     

  She moved once more getting closer and just as he realized the hold on his neck was lighter the smooth rounded object bumped the opening only doctors ever invaded. His eyes grew large and while his balls got tighter, his dick harder, he worked to be free of her. Hands strong and knowing closed his airway once more and he stopped his struggles. Her finger replaced the rounded tip making slow circles. His cock twitched and he growled deep in his throat. Wait til he tossed this cunt on the floor. He pulled away.

  The pain was instant and beautiful. It burned and the fullness of his bowles made his cock ache. She pulled it from him with a deliberate slowness and licked the tear from his cheek. She was raping him, but was it rape when this is what he had dreamed of? He felt the tip once more at his ass seeking entrance. He clenched the muscles, cheeks flexing and the pain once more ripped through him a balm and a searing bolt all in one. He struggled but it was unclear if the battle was to open for her or force her out.

  Sweat shone upon him and tears leaked from the corners of eyes he squeezed shut. She stroked his back and ran a finger over his sack and cock. He shivered and when the last tremor worked it's way out she plunged into him. His hips thrust forward and she captured him in one hand and used the other to spread his cheeks wider. Her hips pumped slowly forcing the dildo in deeper each time. Her hand was slick with the precum that had dripped from him and she worked him with it.

  He began to rock finding his own motion in the mix of pain and pleasure. Tears of shame and longing poured down his face. He was rushing closer to orgasm the pressure spreading like a growing puddle. The pace became slower, methodical and cruel. Trying desperately to force the climax he bucked wildly and she slapped him harshly. The cry that tore from his throat was filled with pain, the pain of denial and the pain of lost virginity. His ass was empty and stung with the blend of pleasure and pain. His cock bobbed once and the drop of precum hit the sheets.

He moaned and loss flowed from his eyes. She knelt on the bed hands on her hips, the dildo jutting proudly from the curls she had between her legs. He looked at her then eyes pleading for the fucking to continue. She snorted in seeming disgust and rose from the bed hips swaying in the way men found beguiling.  The sob that ripped the air stopped her and she turned to look over her shoulder.

  "What do you want" she sneered at him the curl of her lip making her ugly and beautiful at the same time. She peered down at him over her bare shoulder. The demand was clear in her eyes and the force of will he had sought spread from her something to intoxicate and drive a man insane. He looked at her and even through the blur of tears she was something to behold. He would have to tell her what he wanted. What he craved and desired more than anything this earth held. His wife had never understood, this woman he picked up was the key to saving him and all he had to do was ask.

She turned then when his courage failed and the need to keep hold of the reins pushed into his eyes. Her back seemed to meld into the darkness as she strolled to the door. He drew in a ragged breath and watched all of what he needed move farther from his grasp. He trembled in fear and self loathing, desire and shame. If she left there would never be the satisfaction of being filled again. He would remain only partially satisfied for the rest of his life.

  "Please" the harsh sound of the one word seemed to give him a shot of panic filled bravery "I need...." the wimper was caught and forced back. He looked down and watched his cock begin to shrivel in the face of his degradation. He looked up once and swallowed hard " Fuck me" the plea was a whisper the force of the air almost nonexistent. Her progress to the door halted and she spun on one foot stopping to face him.

  She watched him moving like some great cat on the hunt. When she reached the bed she grabbed an ankle and pulled. He slid towards her and stopped abrubptly. One hand on his ass she left a print on the opposite firm mound. He grew timid thinking one move she did not sanction would cause this to end. He fought to control the urge to take the helm, he fought to keep from falling to his knees, he fought to keep the desire from his eyes. She forced him to sit up on the edge on the bed.