willa james

covered in bruises as it should be

when i got to his apartment, he let me in and went to his bedroom. he came back with handcuffs and motioned to me to surrender my hands.

when they were locked, he kissed me with his hand around my throat. he stops.

“sit on the couch. we don’t need you falling down,” he says. i know what this means.

i sit down on the couch, hands held together in front of me. he wraps his hands around my throat and stops the air flowing into my lungs.

that blissful feeling takes over my mind. i am at peace with my control being taken from me.

he straddles me as he whispers in my ear, hand still clenched around my throat. my eyes roll back into my skull. i grasp at him through his pants.

i don’t even know how many times he choked and then slapped me, trying to get that smile off my face. every slap brought the smile back, my mind blank of anything but pain and pleasure.

he leans down and bites me. hard. i start to squirm and whine. he releases his grip, “i think that might be one of my new favorite things. the way you sound in pain.” he makes me cry out once more.

he finally chokes me until i am shaking, almost giving up gasping for air. he releases. my body slumps into the couch, still shaking. “i love watching you shake,” he says. i like that he enjoys my pain.

“suck it,” he says, pulling out his cock. i shakily move onto my knees and try to focus. i still haven’t come to completely.

he pushes me back, a string of saliva connecting me to him still. he slaps me with his cock, rubbing my spit around my face. “i like feeling your spit on me.” he shoves my head back onto him.

when he tires of this, he stands and tells me to go to the bedroom and take off my pants. i struggle back up, still handcuffed and hurry to the bed.

i struggle with my pants as i pull them down, one side at a time. “start playing with yourself.”

he pulls something out of the dresser. a glass dildo. wonderful. i continue playing with myself as he teases me with it.

i want it inside of me so badly, he can tell. i squirm towards it. “you want it, don’t you?” “so badly.”

he laughs and continues teasing me. he leans down and bites my rib cage. it hurts so much. i squirm and moan.

he bites harder and shoves the dildo into me. “oh fuck,” i moan. he releases me after a moment and continues fucking me with the dildo.

he leans back and looks down at me. i feel so dirty.

he tells me to fuck myself and moves to the other side of the bed. “don’t stop,” he says.

he chokes me then. i am so far gone. this must be what they call nirvana feels like. so peaceful, so quiet, so free of control, just bliss.

he’s biting my breast. it hurts, i know it does, yet i can’t bring myself to say it, to even groan.

when i can, i say, “that really hurt.” he’s already released and is watching my face. “i couldn’t say anything or do anything about it.”

this pleases him, fascinates him.

“i want to bite you so hard it draws blood. do you think you can take that?” still blurry, i reply, “i don’t know.”

“just this once i’ll allow you to tap out of something. and you get to pick where.”

“i can’t make that decision,” i say. “then i’ll choose.” a mischievous smirk on his face.

he chooses my stomach, very vulnerable. my exclamations are significantly more explicit that before. i felt for sure there must be breakage, though i discovered i was incorrect moments later.

he asks if i would like to cuddle on the couch and i agree, my brain or body is in no state to leave right now. one should not ruin a state like that with the mundane act of walking or driving.

i remembered the first time i fucked my fwb freshman year

we’d talked quite a bit before. we were friends, hung out drinking in the dorms, talked shit on people.

one night, my friends were busy with school and he and his buddies were hanging out and they told me to come by. we played some drinking games, but i still has my wits about me (i had a higher tolerance then).

suddenly it’s almost 3 am and his buddies leave, and we go out for a smoke. we got pretty crude, but he got bold.

“we could bang” he says. i laugh thinking he’s joking, “yeah, we could” i say. “nah, for real” he says.

we finish our cigarettes quickly and go to his room.

his roommate moved out a couple weeks before so we didn’t even have to deal with anyone.

we started making out, sloppily, earnestly, and he pulled off my shirt. i slide my hand between his boxers and jeans. i’m pleased with what i find.

i feel him get even harder as i press against him. i pull his shirt over his head and he unhooks my bra, “to be fair” he says.

he sucks on my nipples and is greeted with a soft moan. he flips me onto my back and pulls down my pants. as he teases me with one hand, he unbuttons his jeans with the other.

he goes down on me as he pulls down his pants. it had been a while since someone tasted me like that. i was so wet.

he slid inside of me, i was almost proud of myself for being able to to take it all. he fucked me nice and deep before i pushed him off and climbed on top.

the mattress gave me the perfect amount of support to ride him. i sat down as far as i could, blissfully deep. “oh fuck” he whispers.

i moan while i bounce up and down on him, hitting all the right places.

we were just hanging out on my new couch, watching tv and talking. i seized the opportunity to break in the new couch and climbed onto his lap. we made out for a little bit, my mouth tracing his neck, nibbling his ears, with my favors returned.

i pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my breasts. he sucked my nipples gently at first, but gave them a bite for good measure.

he flipped me onto my back and pulled off my panties. on his way down, his lips touched every part of my body, making me wetter and wetter with each kiss, each bite.

i could feel his hot breath on my clit as he teased me. kissing my thighs, getting closer and closer, then retreating. i could feel my wetness dripping out of me.

finally. he licked up all of my juices and gently brushed my clit with his tongue. then harder and quicker as i moaned. swears starting passing my lips as i got closer and closer to climax.

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