He took off his clothes, all the while, his eyes remained on me. He grasped my hair, motioning for me to rise, his grip almost painful.“I can walk.” I said, not liking his grip on my hair.“I know that, but I like this better,” He threw me onto the bed. “Now bend, with your ass in the air.”I turned red.It was a challenge, one he believed I would back out from. This time, I won’t. Slowly I moved to position. His hands trailed down my back, and then round to grasp onto my breast firmly, and I stilled.“Afraid?”“Fuck you.”“You would like that, wouldn’t you?” He held onto my hair, tight. “Go a bit lower, my little slut.”Tears stung my eyes, but I blinked them away. I wouldn’t cry; he wouldn’t break me.I gasped for breath when he thrust into me, hard. His punishment.“Tight.” He whispered. “Just how small is he?” He wondered aloud; his next thrust was even harder, and he pounded on, going deeper, and then he paused.I could smell the blood. “Now you know.” I whispered, “I’ve never b
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