I sit, speechless staring at you, my breath coming in deep rasps, there are no words.
Again, your other hand slaps my other cheek, I can feel the skin quickly reddening. The tears spring to my eyes as I try to search for your gaze in the fading light.
I am dumbstruck, what the fuck was that all about? You place your hand across my mouth as I stare into your eyes for some understanding. You shake your head gently as I stare into your face. I try to pull my head away from you but your other hand appears from your pocket with something clutched inside. You tell me without words to be quiet by taking your hand from my mouth and placing your finger across my lips in a shushing motion like a parent to a child. Why don't I scream? I can't begin to tell you because I don't know myself. My heart is pounding from my chest and a film of sweat is wetting my back and a trickle is running between my breasts. I can hear my own breath coming in ragged gasps as I wait. You tell me quietly to close my eyes, it doesn't occur to me to disobey you. I can smell leather quite strongly as I feel your hands go to my mouth and trace my lips with your finger, you push it inside making my lips part.
'suck it' again your voice startles me, it's husky and hushed. It's the same tone that you have when we fuck and you whisper dirty sweet nothings to me. Your finger moves around inside my mouth reminding me of your instruction. I start to suck it like a miniature cock. How do you have this control over me Blondie? I am aware of the silence being broken by my sucking noises, I can hear my heart pounding in my ears, I shut my brain away as your finger moves around inside my dry mouth, slowly I can feel the moisture returning, making it easier to do your bidding, I lift my face as your finger is suddnely taken from me, leaving me with my mouth gaping in surprise. Immediately I feel you push something hard between my lips opening them wide, the smell of rubber and leather assault my nose as my mouth is filled, I try to escape it but you pull my head roughly forward and I can feel you pulling straps round to the back and fastening them behind my head. You grasp a handful of my hair and roughyl pull my head back, my eyes shoot open to find your face immediately in front of mine. my eyes search yours but all i see is lust and want.
'I know that you want this, don't you?' I shake my head vigorously, you chuckle under your breath,
'I found your diary Cygnus'
A cold trickle runs down my back as the realisation hits me, it is pure fantasy that I put in there, surely you don't think it's real? It's like plenty of women that fantasise about rape, but that doesn't mean that they actually want it, does it?
Suddenly it's like a gate has been opened, I start to thrash at you in panic, flailing my arms at your face. I can feel my nails rake at your cheeks. You are far too strong for me though aren't you? Your hands quickly reach up and grasp my wrists like a vice, I am rendered helpless. You take both wrists into one of your much larger hands and take something from your other pocket. I can see it shining in the lights from the dashboard, handcuffs. You snap one of the cuffs onto my left wrist and wrench it round to my back and reach behind me to fasten the other with a metallic click.
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