| Straight: BDSM: Midnight Caller (1/4) |
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As I paced up and down the kitchen in anticipation, my palms grew sweaty and my crotch grew moist. I knew that any second, there would be a knock at the door. I had everything prepared, and had had a Tia Maria and coke to calm my nerves… “Any minute now… Any minute now…” I looked at the clock. The minute hand had not ticked over from the last time I checked. As I started to pour myself another drink it came, booming echoes of thunder round the house and I welcomed their alarming tone. As I walked from the kitchen, the drink I had no more than ten minutes ago hit my head, and I giggled my way to the door. I stopped at the door, checked myself and turned the key. No sooner had I turned the key than the door swung open with sheer force and in the doorway, a tall menacing figure glared at me with eyes full of fire. I froze on the spot, not knowing whether to shut the door, or to turn on my heel and flee from his gaze. My heart thudded in my ears and my hands tingled. My mind was made up for me, as within two steps he had grabbed me and had me pinned to the wall. As his hands were round my neck, his eyes bore deep into my own, and I could see the lust, passion, and excitement almost as much as I could feel it building and pushing into my thigh. Then came the burning kiss that felt like a thousands pins on my lips, hot desire surged through his body and I felt him quicken with anticipation. With one of his hands on my throat and the other holding my arms above my head, I loosened a hand and tried to beat him off me. At this moment he laughed, a small gentle chuckle that sent my rage sky high. As I shouted and struggled to break free, he tossed me over his shoulder as if I were a rucksack of feathers and smoothly closed the door with his foot. As he started at the bottom of the stairs, I could feel my juices flowing and my clit start to swell… “Up we go my precious, you just be quiet and be a good girl now.” I smiled at this, then caught myself and started to wriggle and fling my arms in an attempt to break free. The more I did this, the more amusing Daniel thought it was. I heard him chuckle as he threw me on the bed and remove his shirt with the quickness of experience. For a moment, I sat in the dimly lit room and admired his body. At just over six feet tall, his body had taken on the natural effect of strength and a large build. Hard abs congregated below his chest of solid muscle, but could only be seen through a mass of manly hair that trickled from his chest and down into the hidden world beneath his pants. My breath quickened as he moved closer to the bed, and I almost pounced on him and wanted to beg him to take me now. But I knew what I would receive if I played the game, and the thought of that gift made me stay rooted to the bed. “Now my precious… tell me you’re going to be a good girl and do |
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