Anthony fastened the belt around my breasts and I whimpered up at him. Oh gods. I felt like I was all nerve endings and it was too much for me to process. The compression through my breasts was sending a line of red-hot fire straight into my groin.
If this was my ‘Christmas present’, it was the best and most intense I had ever had.
Anthony bent down to kiss my lips again and I whimpered wordless sounds up into his mouth. ‘I’m going to fuck you hard, little dove,’ he whispered.
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Happy Christmas to those who participate 💖. I hope everyone is having a great day – but I know Christmas is hard for many people. It’s often hard for me too. Take care of yourselves and enjoy some Christmas erotica on me.
Capturing Clare: Chapter 9
[‘Capturing Clare’ contains maledom femsub sex and gangbangs, dubious consent, rough sex and – ahem – Christmas themes. All characters are over 18. Chapter 1 of ‘Capturing Clare’ is here.]
‘I’m going to fuck you hard, little dove,’ Anthony whispered softly against my ear. ‘Keep your hands on the bedhead.’
I didn’t have time to process his words because he had reached down and grabbed me by my hips with both hands, and flipped me straight over onto my front in one move. I nearly shrieked, even through the gag, and only caught the sound just in time.
I scrambled to get my hands back on the bedhead, then my face and boobs collapsed straight onto the bed without my arms to keep me raised higher. The full weight of my torso landing on them made my breasts feel even more imprisoned and cut in half than they had before.
Anthony pulled me roughly back up onto my knees and I whimpered gentle cries in anticipation. I knew he was going to fuck me from behind. I felt myself flushing red hot in embarrassment at what I must look like to Anthony.
His shaft had slid out of me when he flipped me over. I heard him replacing the condom, then I felt his fingers running softly up and down through my wetness.
‘Such a needy slut,’ Anthony chuckled. ‘I could tie you up and fuck you for a week, and you’d still be ready for more.’
I moaned with embarrassment. I wanted him to fuck me so badly — I felt empty and I wanted to feel filled up again — and yet I was also flinching in shame. I had never been so turned on before, and I didn’t know whether I wanted him to stop so I could draw back into my shell. Then his fingers pushed back into me and I knew I wasn’t stopping, oh no, not just yet, because it felt amazing.
He fucked me lazily with his fingers, his thumb rubbing back and forth across my clit and I whimpered in frustrated desire. It wasn’t quite enough to let me cum, and I realised that somehow he knew this, that he was deliberately teasing me, keeping me hot and horny and on edge.
‘So wet and ready for me,’ he murmured appreciatively. ‘I’m going to split you open.’
He withdrew his fingers and I heard myself babbling wordless tiny cries in anticipation. I couldn’t stop myself. I knew he was going to put his cock back inside me and my brain was imploding a little at the thought of the coming penetration.
I had only met him this afternoon dammit and now he was going to be inside me again.
‘If you can’t keep quiet,’ said Anthony laconically, but he didn’t finish the sentence. I gasped to feel the blankets land on my head in a heap, muffling the sound. Suddenly I felt very cut off from the world — my eyes blindfolded, my head underneath heavy blankets, my mouth drooling uncontrollably across his sheets.
My back and butt, by contrast, felt very vulnerable and exposed as Anthony’s hands dropped onto my hips.
‘Good Clare,’ he murmured, and I wondered why my name sounded so lewd to me when it came from his mouth. ‘Keep your hands where I can see them.’
I felt myself obeying him instinctively, pushing my hands a little higher on the bedhead. Anthony’s hands settled onto my hips and I gasped as I felt the head of his cock touch my pussy. This was it — he was going to batter himself inside me again.
I’m going to fuck you even harder this time.
Is your sweet body going to give me a good time?
I’m going to split you open.
Sweet Clare. You’re going to take all of me.
Anthony’s words echoed in my ears, and I shivered in a mix of desire and anticipation. He didn’t fuck me immediately, however. He teased me for what felt like a long time — up and down, between my entrance and my clit.
Each moment that passed where he didn’t push himself into me increased my feeling of exposure. I was just lying there on the bed, my hips in his hands, my cunt vulnerable and exposed. I had to wait until he was ready. My cunt felt like a giant hole, vulnerable and waiting for his shaft to push into me.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured softly, his shaft still poking up and down across the soft skin of my pussy, the tip hard and invasive. I wanted to scream at the feeling — I wanted either less or more sensation, and I could feel my breath shallow and fast with anticipation.
‘Are you ready to please me, Clare?’ Anthony asked, his hands tightening on my hips. A wordless moan was the only sound I could get past the wet gag. I felt my hips bucking in his hands in a wordless invitation, and embarrassment flushed across me in a red hot wave.
I did want to please him, so badly, I wanted him to get pleasure from my body, from penetrating me, even from hurting me, and I didn’t even know why.
I didn’t have time to answer anyway, as I felt his shaft locate my entrance and start to push inside me. I have always loved this feeling of being penetrated, of something hard and alien pushing into my body, magically disappearing inside me, forcing me open.
Tonight was no different. I gasped at the width of his shaft, pushing my soft tissues open then sliding easily into me.
Unlike before, this time Anthony pushed into me in one long, hard, fast stroke, carelessly heedless as to whether my body was ready for him or not. I only just stopped myself from screaming at the intensity of the sensation. My inner muscles spasmed in protest, my hips rocking in his hands.
I could feel all of him inside me. It felt like he was fucking me with a wooden truncheon – long and stiff, imprinting him into my flesh. It was simultaneously incredible and too much at the same time.
Anthony did not ask me what I wanted anyway.
Capturing Clare: Chapter 10
Anthony did not ask me what I wanted.
I didn’t know why that turned me on so much but I wasn’t going to tell him to stop any time soon.
His shaft felt like a wooden truncheon inside me — long and stiff, imprinting him into my flesh. I should have realised from earlier that he would be rough with me, but I had not anticipated exactly how much rougher he could be when he had all the leverage.
He pulled his shaft out of me, almost all the way, and drove himself back into me, hard and fast. His cock drove deeply into me like a piston, filling me all the way. It hurt and I wanted to scream but it felt amazing as well.
I didn’t know how to process the sensations so I lay gasping in shock under the bedclothes. Some self-protective instinct tried to pull my hips away from him, but he was too strong and he didn’t let me. Hard hands fastened cruelly onto my hips, holding me in a vice and forcing me to take all of him.
Anthony didn’t let up, pulling out again almost immediately and driving himself back into me. I hissed and wanted to scream. I didn’t know how much of this I could take without actual screaming, but I was also struggling to catch my breath because each hammering assault to my insides was soon followed by another.
‘Good Clare,’ he muttered roughly once, his voice deep and hoarse. ‘This is your job. Doing what you’re told. Pleasing me. Taking cock. Letting me take what I want.’
I flushed at the words, unable to process how they made me feel. I wanted to whimper at him that I was a respectable woman, a professional, an office worker with a day job, but frankly the office felt so far away right now, and his words turned me on too much, in ways I didn’t understand.
His pace slowed and I thought I was getting a reprieve but it was only so that his hands could slide forward along my torso to hook around the belt that was imprisoning my breasts. Once there, he ground himself deeply into me a few times, his hips hot and sweaty against my thighs, then he pulled his shaft back out again.
I had a moment of terrified realisation that he was going to slam himself back into me, like this, using the belt around my breasts as his leverage.
Before I could even take a breath or prepare myself, his cock slammed into me and my body would have rocked forward with the momentum, except that Anthony’s hands holding firmly onto the strap around my breasts held me in place, forcing the strength of his thrust into my crushed breasts.
I screamed soundlessly, tears leaking from my eyes. I didn’t know why I kept my hands high, in his view on the bedhead, but I did.
I had never been fucked like this before. The sensations were so intense that they were almost painful, but I was also so wet and turned on as well. The pressure around my breasts was only contributing to the horny need in my groin, and I whimpered with desperation.
Oh gods, I wanted him to stop, and I couldn’t bear the thought of him stopping.
Anthony didn’t stop, of course. Dimly I sensed it wasn’t just the sensations in his body and cock that were pleasing him, it was also my response to him and the knowledge that he was forcing me to take this battering.
‘You like your harness, darling?’ he asked, his voice guttural. ‘Like a horse.’ He chuckled richly. ‘I’d drive you all day.’ He grunted in pleasure.
I blushed but there was no time to process the degrading words. Anthony pulled out of me again, only to hammer himself almost instantly back into me, his breath hot and heavy on my bare back. There were a few more long hard strokes like that that made me scream wordlessly, then he sped up, shortening his strokes and starting to hammer into my insides with all the force and subtlety of a jackhammer.
He was still holding firmly onto the belt around my breasts, pulling it harshly towards him, crushing my breasts even more. I felt as though my breasts would be split in half, or bruised at least, and I whimpered wordlessly at the feeling of my soft, sensitive nipples being abused so badly.
I don’t know how long he battered himself into me. He was grunting with effort and passion, sometimes wordlessly, sometimes muttering short phrases in a deep guttural voice.
‘Good Clare.’
‘So good to fuck.’
‘Take it all.’
‘Good girl.’
‘Do your job.’
‘Take all of me.’
I was whimpering and crying, trying desperately to swallow the shrieking sounds I wanted to make. My eyes were running with tears, not because I was crying but because the sensations were so intense and I couldn’t slow him down or take a break to catch my breath. My breath was coming in deep gasps, unable to keep pace with his assault on my insides.
I felt my senses swimming and I wondered if I was going to pass out, yet my internal muscles were still clenching convulsively around his shaft, failing to keep pace with him, but still desperate for the amazing sensations.
He slowed for an instant, pulling out and it felt like everything was hanging in the balance, then he rammed himself home, hard, hurting me in that delicious way I was learning to love. I heard a huge gasping exhale from above me and I felt his shaft pulsing inside me, and I knew he had cum, buried inside me to the hilt.
I lay whimpering tiny cries beneath him, while his hands softened and his breath slowed and I felt his shaft slowly relaxing inside me.
‘Good girl,’ he murmured after a long while, his voice warm and rich with praise. He shifted our bodies, shoving the bedclothes off my head, and settling himself back in his original position, pulling me against him.
Capable fingers untied the blindfold and the gag, and his thumb softly caressed my abused lips. He released the belt as well, and I moaned out loud to feel the constriction removed from my breasts.
Anthony pulled my hands down off the bedhead and wrapped an arm over the top of me, pulling the bedclothes over both of us. His hand closed tightly, possessively around my breast. I whimpered softly at the sensation as his fingers absent-mindedly teased the abused nipple.
His semi-erect shaft was still inside me from behind, his hips pressed up firmly against mine. I whimpered to myself at the feeling of invasion. I half-wanted him out of me, but my cunt was pulsing gently around him, still enjoying the sensation.
‘Sleep, little Clare,’ Anthony murmured in my ear. ‘You’ll wake up if I get hard and want to fuck you again.’
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