Thread: Foreign Desire { DevilEyes & Azuriyuu }

I began to almost pant softly as you moaned. I could feel that you were beginning to panic, and I knew you would squirm, struggle, and as soon as you could, you would run away from me, run, and never look back. That thought almost made me feel sad, and so somewhere in the back of my mind I'd decided that even if you were going to be afraid, I wanted to at the very least make it feel good for you as a small, secret apology for the trauma that I would be putting you through. When you grabbed my wrist, I looked at you, raising an eyebrow as you tried to resist. You squeezed my hand with your thighs, but I knew that if you really wanted to you could pin my thighs your legs may have been slight and weak, but leg strength was so much greater than arm strength. I could tell, looking into your eyes as our eyes locked that you were indeed enjoying this. You didn't want to enjoy this, but you were enjoying this. So I dropped down onto my knees, leaning over the chair a little bit as I sat up on one knee, the angle of everything changing, my arm pushing your leg out slightly as my hand on your breast moved to holding it from below. I squeezed your breast as I breathed in your ear, ignoring the thoughts of this being so very wrong as I felt the hard nub of your nipple. I slid my finger down lower, running it just along the outside of your slit, not daring to penetrate, but not staying on your clit as my finger slipped between the wet folds of your womanhood and slid up and down along them, moving down to the very bottom before rising up, brushing against your clit before falling down again. As you squirmed and could barely breathe, I held you, I forced you to feel me, I forced you to feel this pleasure. Looking into your eyes from behind the chair, we both knew it. I also knew you could scream, but when that thought came, I lightly used the tip of my index finger to brush directly against the top of your nipple, the other fingers of that hand pumping your breast as the hand down your panties ran a soft circle around your clit, wanting to use pleasure to drain even more of your strength. Biting my lower lip, I completely ignored the erection in my pants. This was so wrong, so horribly wrong, it went against everything I knew I knew from being the son of a sex therapist what molesting you like this would do psychologically in the long run, even if the damage was lessened by you accepting my ministrations and my dominance, I knew that I was breaking so much trust, and if you were shrieking and in pain I would have stopped. Actually, lookign at you I would have stopped after just a moment, the point of me being stronger and being able to completely dominate you having made it's point, but I could feel the arousal of your body, I could smell the scent of your wet pussy, I could feel the convusions as I touched you, and every touch made my cock harder, made me want so badly to show you what more than 'Masturbation' was, but I resisted. Resisting took concentration, though, and in my concentration I began to squeeze your breast harder, slightly rougher, and rub your clit faster, almost panting as I looked towards you, wordlessly.