Bend Me Over 소설 & 이야기

And so easy to talk to. "Well, your out of control days are over. It's time you grow as a vampire." I nodded. We started to train in different areas and how I should be more in control. "Alright, it's along way but let's try one more and then we're done for today." He told me. He stood behind me and then he lowered his face to my ear and said, "Close your eyes. Whenever you're about to lose your shit, go to a happy place. The best memory you have."

He had never gone this hard and it was painful but I loved and enjoyed it. He bent me further against the desk and slammed so hard inside me again and I yelled out, he brought his fingers to my mouth and shoved it inside my mouth. "Suck on it" He commanded and I began doing as he said while he thrusted roughly and hard inside me. ** As the day wore on, the weight of Alexander's business struggles seemed to momentarily lift. We found ourselves seated on the couch, finally sharing a quiet moment together. The tension that had loomed over us dissipated, replaced by a sense of relief and a glimmer of hope.

He mumbled more to himself than to me making my eyes go round in shock. “Bend over.” He commanded simply. “S-sir?” I asked, thinking I probably didn’t hear him correctly. Maybe it was just my mind playing silly jokes with me. “Bend over!” He yelled again, then with a softer voice he whispered; “I want to fuck you from behind.” To say I was flabbergasted was an understatement, but I did as told to avoid further mistreatment from him; staggering a little, I rose up from the bed, my heart pounding against my chest as I did so.

I wanted him to use me like a toy and then smile while his son kissed my hand and called me his wife. I wanted to be sacrificed. I wanted to be owned. I wanted to be Daddy’s. He dragged his knuckles down my spine like he was tracing the zipper with a promise. And then, in that same calm, dangerous voice that made my legs shake the second I heard it last night, he said— “Bend over the table.” And baby, I did.

Thought Soren would bend, would cower, would roll over the way he always had. His reflection stared back at him from the glass, hollow-eyed, red-rimmed, jaw locked tight with fury. He hardly recognized himself. “Not anymore,” he whispered, the words carving themselves into his chest. “I’m done being weak. I’m done letting him suffer for me.”

“What are you doing? Breathe!” “I—I—I can’t…” I push out in a shaky voice, my heart feeling like it is being rolled. He tilts his head, shaking it. “Of course you can. Don’t talk to me. Breathe.” Grabbing my chin, he lets go of me to make an upwards motion with his other hand as I watch him, captive of his hold and with glassy eyes. I follow his movements before I inhale and exhale slowly, not tearing my eyes off his.

“Then do as I said.” My legs moved on their own and I turned, my ass facing the camera. Another groan tore from his throat. “Can you bend over for daddy?” My eyes darted to the door, certain I had locked it; I slowly bent over, my pussy coming into view. “Spread your legs, darling.” My mouth went dry as I did exactly as he said, spreading my legs for him. “Fucckkkk.” Dan cursed, thr sound of him jerking off getting louder.

He ran his free hand through my hair, and I shut my eyes, allowing his fingers to work to fix the knots the tension had formed inside of me. “Bend over… on your fours.” Hot breath slid through my neck, walking its way up to my ears. He ran his fingers through my hair, grabbing a handful of my hair. I shut my eyes allowing his scent to fill my nostrils while anticipating his next move. “Open them and watch me fuck you.” His thick voice… gosh, his voice reverberated through me. I could feel it even in my belly. I opened my eyes and saw myself bent over. I had never bowed or gone on my knees for anyone. No. This was too humiliating, no, I couldn't do it. I couldn't bear myself like this.

"Vanelope will try to get inside your head. She'll make you doubt everything—me, yourself, what you want." "And what do I want?" I asked, because apparently I was a glutton for punishment. His smile was sharp enough to draw blood. "That's what we're going to figure out." He walked around me slowly, then stopped at his desk and leaned back against it. “Bend over,” he said. “Hands flat. Legs apart.” My breath hitched. Still, I obeyed. The desk was cool beneath my palms. My hair fell around my face, curtain-like. The leather of his belt creaked softly behind me. I didn’t know what he was doing, but every moment felt like I was suspended on the edge of something sharp and holy.

VEDA With his hand still around my throat, he forced my head down with the other. “Get on your knees, bitch.” I resisted, shaking my head back and forth, and tried to keep my voice strong. “No. You don’t want to do this. You’re just hurting.” “So you’re not so scared that you won’t fight me, huh?” He shook the water out of his face. “Good. Fight. You’ve already got me so fucking hard I’m about to blow.”