Thread: Dominion Over Her (BennyQ x Sketchyequine)

Solstice let out a small whimper of defeat. She didn't want to be defeated, but she seemed to be physically unable to win this battle. She was so close to melting into his arms and letting him please her as he wished, but she knew this was wrong. He was doing this to try and gain an advantage over her and she wasn't going to let him. But lord did it feel nice. I'm not your woman. I have a man of my own back home. He owns me. She lied. She did have a fling back home, but she was not claimed by anyone. She was not engaged nor taken. Her and a councilman had simply taken an interest in one another. So why did she tell him that? Well, it was all in hopes that he would fear someone powerful coming after him. Maybe then he would cease this sexual harassment. It didn't. Solstices eyelashes fluttered as she lolled back into him. Her breathing was shaky and uneven, but she couldn't quiet it. It was beyond her logical control. Even as she tried to shy away from his stimulation he just guided her back into it, forcing her to grind into his hand as he massaged her clit and labia. Please stop. She whimpered to him again. And he did. Solstice was able to take a deep breath of relief the moment he stopped stroking her. The young woman's heart was racing and she sat up away from him. She didn't think he would touch her anymore, but the hope was short lived. He shoved into her. the woman squeaked in reaction to the sharp move, and shifted her hips backward to try and evade him. However, there was no where for her to escape to. She was now seated directly on his erection. Then he pulled out. A second wave of relief rushed over the woman. Now he would surely stop, right? Wrong. He rose his hand and Solstice flinched in fear that the man would hit her again. Perhaps she had done something wrong and he would beat her again. Instead, however, he tasted her as if she were some kind of sweet treat. This was humiliating, at it only got worse when he shot right back down between her thighs. Without giving her any time to react, he tightened his arm around her neck and violated her even further. This time he went at her much much harder than before. The force behind his palm was easily comparable to the force behind most excited male pelvises while making love to their wives. It was a drilling she had never experienced before, and it was only his fingers. She could only imagine how much worse it would be if he were truly raping her. And based on what she could feel underneath her he was not an underdeveloped man. She could only think sensibly for a brief time until his fingering made her head spin. Soon, she was moaning for him. Her voice was low and quiet, but in the close proximity she was to Kordavo she knew she knew he could hear her. The woman, hardly sexually active back home, was not used to being touched, and she was certainly unaccustomed to the roughness he was showing her in this moment. It was as if he were a predator tossing his prey around before he made the kill, and solstice was not proud to admit she was the prey. She could feel her limit being pressed as she listened to the sweet sound of him fucking her with his finger. Would he make her orgasm? the questioned loomed as Solstice squirmed and trembled in pleasure. The warmth of his breath on her neck only made the whole thing worse. She was going to bust! And then he stopped Denied of her orgasm, Solstice sat there panting. He had made her body cave under the pressure, and the only thing she wanted now was payback. She wanted to torture him the way he had done her, but she knew it was impossible in their current situation. She could not overpower him. Especially not now as she sat upon him like a limp noodle, her brow glistening with sweat. She did not fight him this time as he grabbed ahold of her breasts. After all that was a step back from what he had been doing to her, right? Her chest rose and fell under his grasp as he scattered gentle kisses over her neck. While the violation was still apparent, why was it that he was now so much more gentle? Perhaps the sexual action had awoken a much softer spot within him. Maybe it would even benefit her to let him have her in such a manner, but she was unwilling to make that sacrifice. It would mean he had won. She winced when he grabbed her hands, initially attempting to pull away in fear that he would dislocate her fingers again. The agony of that experience was seared into her memory. She may never trust anyone near her fingers again thanks to him. When he didn't make a move to hurt her, however, she relaxed- her hands limp and unmoving within his. They were so sore she made no attempt to hold his hands in return, but when he spoke to her again she wanted so badly to claw his hands until they bled if only she had the strength. Am I yours, or are you mine? She challenged. After all, it is you who so desperately wanted to bury your hungry fingers in my cunt. I only reacted. You have proven nothing other than the fact you are uncontrollably attracted to me. You are no sir to me! You never will be! She pushed away from him. She never wanted him to lay a hand on her again. There was only pain and humiliation when he touched her, and it wasn't worth it. The weak and tired woman crawled on all fours away from him on the freezing cold stone. The wind caused her skin to turn pale and goosebumps to arise almost instantly, but anything was better in this moment that still being held by her rival. Never touch me again. She mumbled before she collapsed on the stone. The cool surface licking at her thighs and stomach like the fingers of death himself. Perhaps she would freeze to death that night, but it was better than ever being violated again.