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Male domination, non/dub con, breath and impact play. You've been warned. If you're here, you know if this was for you. Enjoy. Let me know what you think.

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Suddenly I snap. You find yourself pinned to the wall with both hands around your throat. I grip and lift you from your feet... Hold you there... Until your lips are turning blue and your fight has turned to powerless flailing.

When I let you go you're going straight to your knees, breathless, gasping... Which of course is fine because that's where you belong, where I want you. For now.

While you're still trying to get some air back into your system I'm forcing a lovely pink ring-gag I've bought just for you into your mouth.

To prevent you trying to bite me, obviously.

Then I'm gonna haul you back up your knees by your hair and slam your head back against that wall... And then it's my dicks turn to deny you precious oxygen as I fuck your face, mercilessly slamming your head into that wall, over and over and over until you're just about on the verge of blessed unconsciousness...

We'd been arguing for hours and all of that came to a head as I used your mouth for my pleasure. Your throat resisted for a while, but the battering it took became too much, and eventually the whole of my cock sunk into your mouth, your throat constricting around my head with a satisfying 'gluck gluck' punctuating each savage thrust of my hips.

Of course, the problem with being hyped for so long, wanting to just slam you down and take you for so long, now that I had my cock buried in your throat, was all that build-up, that wait... Already I could feel my balls twitching, my seed rising... But I was far from done with you yet.

I grabbed fistfuls of your hair with each hand and pinned your head back against the wall, before forcing my cock as far into your tight throat as I could.

You squirmed and kicked, palms of your hands meekly pressing against my thighs, trying to push me away. Your nose pressed against my abdomen, your head against that wall, your throat spasming delightfully, milking and squeezing my cock as you were choking and wheezing around my length... I watched your eyes roll back into your head, felt your throat relax, and somehow managed to resist filling your pretty little mouth with cum... For now.

I pulled my cock from your throat and mouth with another satisfying slurping noise, and you immediately pulled in a loud and painful breath. I proceeded to wipe myself across your face, covering you with a slick mix of pre-cum and saliva. I almost tore the gag from your mouth.

"Please...." You whimpered between raspy breaths, the pounding your throat had taken reducing your voice to a coarse whisper. Even that stung.

"Oh don't start that." I smirked, moving away sightly. "We both know this is all you're good for. No limits, remember."

"That was just ..." You fumbled for your words. "Just a post." Your tears, if anything, were making me harder. I crouched beside you.

"Should be more careful about what you put out there then, ey?" I slapped you across the face playfully, but with enough sting in there for you to feel it, to know that I meant it.

"You know what to do if you want me to stop. Say "I'm sorry Daddy, I won't do it again."

By this point, I don't think either of us knew what you were apologizing for. It didn't matter. You still weren't doing it.

I stood slowly, stroking my length, and placed a foot on your head to push it down. I felt you resist, and in response forced my heel into the base of your neck.

"Please...."

"Say please daddy, don't hurt me."

You answered with uncharacteristic silence.

I pushed more of my weight through that foot, and bent down to lift your skirt.

"SAY... please daddy, don't hurt me."

You seemed to choke on the words. I pulled your skirt up. "No nickers..." I grinned as I lifted it over your shapely ass. I traced two fingers down your crack, towards your pussy. You clamped your legs shut. All that did was make me laugh. "No underwear, dressed like a slut, posting "no limits!" In rape subs... and you want me to believe that you don't want this, don't like this, don't deserve this. That it isn't all you're good for..."

I pulled my hand back and slapped your ass, hard, to punctuate the sentence.

"Please..." You began again.

"Please daddy..." I interrupted. You swallowed... But you didn't say it. Silence reigned for a moment.

It was broken by a brutal, cruel spanking as I rained hard rhythmic slaps down on your ass, one cheek and then the other.

"Call me!" Slap "Fucking" slap "Daddy" slap. You shook. You whimpered. But you still didn't say what I wanted you to. Perhaps a last act of defiance... Or perhaps you really were enjoying this. Like that mattered to me.

I was.

I massaged your ass where I'd slapped you, digging fingers into the soft flesh, squeezing, pulling, pushing. You whined... Or did you moan? beneath my touch.

But just as it almost started to feel like a caress, I turned once more, standing up, lifting my foot from your neck a little before slamming it back down and pinning your head yet again.

"You'll call me daddy, you little sket." I hissed, as you cried out at the impact. "When I'm done with you you'll call me whatever the fuck I tell you to."

I bent down, grabbing you by the back of your neck, almost like a cat would a kitten. You found yourself half dragged, half crawling, across the room towards the sofa.

Once in front of it I pulled you to your knees, both hands around your neck once more, and gazed into your eyes for a long moment... Before spitting in your face. You instinctively reached up to wipe it away, only for your hands to be slapped back down to your sides.

I moved around you, holding you by the hair at the back of your head, and shoved you face first into the sofa. Still on your knees, you realized what was coming, and threw your arms behind you, initially trying to cover your holes, then grabbing the hem of your skirt, trying to pull that down. Your flailing only increased as I knelt on the backs of your calves, pushing your knees into the floor, and shoved your face between the cushions of the sofa.

My weight on your legs, face pinned into the couch, there was nothing you could do as I grabbed your arms, one by one, and pulled them behind your back.

I held your arms twisted painfully behind your back, my bodyweight keeping you pressed against the material. I made sure you could feel the heat, the hardness of my cock against your ass, poking at you under your short skirt.

I grabbed your wrists with one hand, my other tracing back down over the soft curve of your ass, giving it a squeeze, then another firm slap, before lifting your skirt once more. This time, the hand wondering between your cheeks was not a caress.

My thumb traced your little asshole as my fingers slid along your slit. You jammed your legs shut upon my hand and sobbed into the couch... But the sobbing hid another sound, as you tried to stifle a moan. It didn't hide it well enough.

"Look at you... Like a bitch in heat."

You denied it. Faught it.

You lost. You writhed into the sofa. I held you fast by your wrists. Even with your legs clamped together I worked my fingers along your slit, teasing your lips, your entrance.

"This doesn't have to hurt, baby." The harshness in my voice disapated almost to a whisper as you twisted your hips, trying to stop my wondering hand progressing further. "Open your legs... You're dripping all over my hand... We both know you're loving this... Open your legs and say it."

You groaned into the sofa once more. Murmered something about not wanting this, but your body betrayed you. At least that's what I whispered in your ear, that's what I told you, over and over. How wet you were for me, how badly you clearly needed daddy's cock. I peppered the sides of your neck with soft kisses and nibbled your earlobe, continuing to gaslight you as my fingers worked your slit, as my thumb tormented your little asshole. But still you protested. Twisted. Tensed. Faught to keep your legs clamped shut, to deny me my prize.

I lifted my weight from you slightly, keeping your wrists pinned, as my wondering hand moved to my lips. "Not gonna make this easy for me, are you, Bitch?" The anger was back. Feral. Lustful. You wriggled a bit, but didn't respond. "Fine." I make a noisey show of sucking my thumb in your ear before my hand slips back down and lifts your skirt once more. My now slick thumb goes straight for you tight little asshole. You squeal as I press on your puckered and tensed hole, but it's caught by the sofa as me thumb sinks into your ass, causing you to buck and writhe. Your struggling though just makes it easier to break your resistance, and as my thumb pushes into your ass, my fingers find your pussy, and I immediately start to fuck your desperate little holes hard with my hand. Another scream is lost into the cushions of the sofa as I lift my weight onto the hand pinning yours, driving you down into it.

Middle two fingers in your pussy, thumb in your ass, I fucked you slowly, deliberately, but hard with that hand for a couple of minutes, the withdrawal slow, luxurious... But the inward action hard, almost brutal. The palm of my hand slapped into your perenium, rocking you into the sofa.

You wanted to resist. Oh how you wanted to. I could feel it. You faught with every fiber of your being... But bit by bit, your resistance wained. You found yourself punctuating each thrust of my hand with a moan. Though they were smothered by the sofa, I heard them clearly. Millimetre by millimetre, your ass relaxed, welcoming my invading thumb. Inch by inch, your legs pulled apart, beckoning more of my hand into your most sensitive place. Your juices flowed over my fingers, coating the hand that was abusing you as I lifted my knees from your calves, allowing your legs to part, your hips to sink fully into the sofa. Allowing my hand to fully open you up.

Still the abuse continued. The slapping of my hand on your delicate, sensitive skin and your now near constant moaning joined by another, altogether more lurid sound from your pussy as your juices continued to follow.

I saw the impending orgasm in your arms first. Your left hand gripping your right wrist, the first of that arm balling, your muscles tensing, I could have released your arms there and then... But instead I lifted my weight onto them once more, forcing your back to arch... Like it needed any help. You threw your head back and up from the sofa, jaw locked open in a silent scream as your the orgasm reached your cunt and it clamped down hard on my fingers.

I stopped then, pinning your down, holding my thumb as deep as I could get it, bending my fingers back and forth along your pussy wall, as though they were trying to meet their friend within you, as your pussy spasmed through what felt like an intense orgasm.

...

It must have torn your mind apart.

...

After what felt like too long for you, and not long enough for me, you collapsed forwards, your head turned sideways, your breathing shaky. I felt the last of your orgasm tremble through your most intimate parts, and wondered just what I should inflict upon you next... But you answered that question for me, arching your back, pushing yourself hard into my hand.

"Daddy..." I froze. Not the safety kinksters like us usually chose... But it serves its own, special purpose for us. You know I'll only give you what you truly, truly want when you finally submit to me.

"Yes, princess?"

"Fuck me like you hate me."

"I'm sorry princess... That was that? I couldn't hear you for the sound of your body begging for my cock..."

"Pleeeease, Daddy..." You gulped. "FUCK ME." You nearly shouted, before fighting to regain some composure. "Fuck me like you hate me."

A self-satisfied sneer crossed my face. Now I could take what I wanted. I probably would have anyway, but you had asked me... No... You had begged me to.

A victory over your body had become a victory over your mind. I wasn't going to pass this up.

I slowly pulled my hand from you, thumb first, then fingers. You had fallen silent, trembling in anticipation. I took a taste of you from my fingers, before that hand moved to your face, pressing your head into the cushions, those fingers hunting your mouth.

"Taste yourself, you dirty bitch." I muttered as I pressed them into your mouth, at the same time my other hand finally released your wrists. Your arms flailed limply to your sides, but immediately you gripped the cushions, your hands screwing into fists, knowing what was coming.

My other hand was already at my cock, guiding my head along your slit from your ass, parting your lower lips. I heard your breath catch in your throat as my tip found the entrance to your pussy and I waited for you to release that breath... And the second you did I slammed my hips forward, driving my full length into your waiting pussy. I pinned you by your head to the cushion, the fingers previously invading your other lips now fishhooking your mouth, as I held myself deep inside you. You twisted to try to see my face through one eye... The look that came back was contempt... Fury... As I ground my hips into yours, making sure you could feel every inch of my cock buried deep inside you.

The sofa skreetched along the floor. With each impact of my hips into your ass it leapt.

Each thrust was violent. Savage. As with my hand earlier, bit unlike that time, I gave you no space to relish the feeling of emptiness between each thrust. Now they were a pounding. Now, they were relentless. My pelvis slammed into the soft flesh of your ass driving my full length into you at each thrust, and each one came hard and fast.

In spite of the hammering your body was taking, you found yourself sucking at my fingers, lapping at them, trading your resistance for a taste of your own sex on someone else's hand. Maybe next time we should reverse the order and you can taste yourself on my cock... Or maybe this time... When I finish, you can clean me up.

Through a primal, glazed fog I watched your body take all I had to give, felt your tongue lap greedily at my fingers. Watched your ass ripple as my hips slammed into her...

I was close. Oh was I ever close. But I was going to enjoy every second I could eek out of this, purely because of how long you had made me wait, if nothing else. And I wasn't the only one who was close. Your raspy breath rushed around my fingers. Your hips thrust back, slamming your slick pussy down my length, your ass into my gut.

Through your single eye view of me you maybe expected passion. Elation. Ecstasy. You find rage. Anger. Primal lust.

A fearful cacophony of sex sounds overtakes the room. My cock slamming into your dripping cunt. Each thrust punctuated by groans from you and grunts from me. My hips bouncing off your beautiful ass with a rhythmic slap. The grunts come quicker. The moans louder. The slaps at a higher tempo.

Suddenly both hands are at your head. Pulling you up from the cushions. Arching your back to force your pussy to meet my cock, which through each thrust now traced its way along your front wall. Both hands fingers finding your eyes, nose, mouth. Hooking you. Stretching your face into a ghastly smile as I rail into you, relentless, ferocious, from behind my throbbing cock hitting every spot, finding every mark. I'm a bit bigger and girthier than average, but filling you like this... Taking you like this, so raw, so aggressive... I feel huge.

I pull you up so your back is pressed against my chest, releasing your face, but one hand wraps itself tight around your throat as the other makes for your clit and immediately fingers start working her at the same rate my cock relentlessly pounds your cunt. My grip on your throat tightens to feel your panic, that oxygen-starved tension return.

Then it comes. You knew it would.

"Cum for me, bitch. Cum on daddy's cock."

Almost on command your pussy clamps down on my cock. You try to scream, to howl, to beg me to stop, but your words are cut in your throat where the air is by my hand. My grip tightens as I feel your throat pulse.

If I was fucking you hard before you now feel like I'm trying to break you. Trying to impale you. Trying to snap you.

I fuck you through the first half of your second orgasm.

You twitch and gasp and moan and shake and it's all too much... my orgasm hits at the height of your own. Rope after rope of hot spunk fills you. I slam your face forwards back into the sofa and hammer into your sensitive, twitching cunt as best I can but my own peak overtakes me, my rhythm breaking into streaks and twitches, I grunt as I empty myself into you before collapsing on top of you...

You're pulled from your orgasmic stupor by my tongue tracing your spine at your neck. My own breath still twitchy. I try to hide a moan as I pull my supersensitive, post cum head from your beautiful pussy. Copious amounts of jizz follow, both our juices, flowing down your thighs.

"Fuck. Ing. Hell." I gasp, punctuating each syllable with a tender kiss to the nape of your neck.

"You're amazing, baby.... Fucking amazing."