"Kneel My slut!"
He can't be serious she thinks to herself
"I said kneel bitch"
"I am not your slut nor am I a bitch"
He grabs hold of my hair twisting it hard
I try my best to stay standing not wanting to yield
He pulls my face to His, lips touch in a bruising kiss
His hands caress my body playing it until it burns with need
"NO! I can't do this", is covered by His lips overcoming the objections
He continues to touch and caress turning my flesh molten
His hands seem to know my body better than I
"I, I can't do this, please I beg you to stop"
He gets bolder knowing it won't take much longer
His lips are strong, His teeth bite my flesh viciously
Oh but the pain becomes excrutiating pleasure
Intesnity builds, His touch erotic, His smell all man
His desire evident by the hardness pushing against my hip
He feels me beginning to quiver and shake
"No! No! I can't give in please don't do this to me begging profusely"
His mouth overpowers mine again absorbing my pleas as He asks, "don't do what my dear girl?"
"Don't make me give in, I have to stand strong I am not a weakling"
"Being a woman succumbing to the passion instilled by a man makes you beautiful not a weakling"
His hand roams over my body, across my sex which proves my bodies's betrayal, the moisture felt by His fingers
He brings the fingers to his lips and begins to suck on them each sound sends waves of volcanic heat through me
Body so hot, whimpering my begging to stop becomes begging not to stop
"Please don't stop, oh pleaassee!"
Laughter is heard in response
"Kneel!"
"No, No I can't, I won't"
His hand cinches my long fiery tresses harder, His teeth find a sweet spot to bite as the other hand once again shows how wet and hot I am for His touch
Tears fall from my emerald green eyes as He shows the evidence of my desire
They continue to paint my cheeks as my mind and body fight this battle of proper behavior and ultimate pleasure
"Kneel now my girl"
Unable to fight it any longer finally the words are uttered
"Yes my Master"
Taunting laughter is heard as knees fold and touch the ground, He knows He has won yet another
"Good girl slut"
It then hits me He called it right He used the powers of the flesh to prove I am a slut, wanton and free to feel
My mind screams NO while my body continues to scream over and over again yes oh yes yes
He proceeds to claim me again and again once I kneel showing me the woman that hides behind propriety
I am happy and I am crying at the same time. Ashamed for giving in and glowing as my body is satisfied for the first time woe is my own betrayal