Trapped

He forcefully separated my legs with his own, trapping me there and then. 

It was useless to struggle.

His body was pressed against mine, leaving me no room to manoeuver. The fear was intense. He was taking full control of my body and all I could do was to lay on the bed, totally naked and vulnerable. I was petrified. I never like the idea of succumbing totally to anyone.

His fingers began working their magic and I soon found myself in the state of sexual drunkenness. My ears seemed to be blocked and a whirlwind hit my mind.

Where was I?

Why was I here?

What happened?

I tried to answer my own questions but I couldn’t think proper. His fingers never did stop, and to top that off, he began the assault with his tongue. I wondered if my heart could take it. The waves building inside my body were about to break me apart.

I begged for him to stop.

I tried pushing his strong hands away.

It was a futile tussel.

“Let it go. Cum for me. Don’t control.” He hissed.

I tried to negotiate, hoping to make another escape.

“I’ll be good.. Don’t trap me… Please…” I pleaded for the umpteenth time.

He pinned me down even harder.

“Just hug me tight and cum for me.” He commanded.

My defence was getting weaker. No, in fact, that was when I realised… I didn’t have the choice for obedience.

I was totally powerless.

Before I knew it, my body shook violently and I had surrendered to his attacks.

I laid on the bed, feeling all exhausted and dehydrated.

His hand then reached out for the condom.

“Ready?” He grinned with triumphant.