SAFE

Maybe I'd become a little emotional, or maybe he'd thought I was hysterical. Contrary to what some may believe, I am not a drama queen. My ex was always that way when we argued. Sometimes I wondered if he wasn't acting a part when we fought. Needless to say, if I get upset enough, I can be a bit animated, and here I was, my back against my bedroom wall, tears in my eyes, a man's hand on my throat.

A man so big in stature, strong enough to hurt me if he ever wanted to, he'd never caused me one bit of pain. Many times both of his hands had brought me much pleasure, and even though he may have seemed threatening to anyone looking in at this picture, that hand on my throat was holding me almost delicately, with his thumb gently rubbing along the line of my jaw, calming me down. He, too, was upset, and I could feel it, see it on his face. I'd told him something he refused to believe, and seeing how something that is supposed to make someone happy actually upset them, made me a little defensive.

I saw tears in his eyes, and my hands came up to touch his, gently covering him as I looked up into his eyes. I reached up to touch his face, and he took my other hand in his, squeezing as he told me "no."

I felt his hold on my throat loosen even more, and I slowly pulled his hand away just enough to hold it against my cheek.

"I can't change it. Please just accept it."

His grip on my hand and the pressure on my cheek grew stronger as he became more insistant.

"NO. I can't return that..."

"Why can't you just enjoy it?"

I held him against my cheek as I closed my eyes. I heard him sigh as I kissed his palm, and when I looked up at him again, he moved closer to me, both hands now on my skin. He whispered my name as he wiped away my tears, and slowly I leaned into him, opening his shirt just enough to kiss him, once, twice, soft kisses on his chest. I heard a quiet moan, and I stopped and spoke, knowing he could feel my hot breath on his skin.

"I belong to you, now."

I heard him almost gasp as his breathing grew deeper. I kissed a line up to his collarbone. His hands were holding my arms.

"Why can't you just enjoy this?"

I leaned back to look up at him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He held onto me tighter as I reached for him for a kiss, and suddenly he was holding me against him as his mouth covered mine. He could always take my breath away with his kiss, and this time was no exception, yet he wasn't as gentle as he usually is. I didn't care.

His hands slid down to my waist and against my back, pulling me against him roughly, and I could feel him, thick and very hard. He pulled out of our kiss, his hands starting to undress me, almost tearing, and when I spoke his name he shushed me. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, enjoying the way he touched me. Then he seemed to jerk e towards him, and when I opened my eyes, he pulled me away and started to lead me to the dresser about five feet away. I saw his other hand unbuckling his belt, then the zipper, and in one long motion he turned to me, pulled me close, and picked me up, setting me on the dresser facing him. He spread my legs so he could stand between them, and looking into my eyes as he pushed his clothes to the floor, he finally spoke.

"You belong to me?"

"Yes," I whimpered, and his hands pulled me to the edge.

"You want me to enjoy it...everything.."

"YES"

In one thrust...me being pulled onto him and he pushing into me, he was deep, and
I couldn't stop the scream as I took him. His hands held my ass as he pushed into me, nothing tender about this, and the bruises I knew I'd have later would show that. All I could do was brace myself against the top of the dresser, and I started to cum on him, his moans telling me he felt it.

"That's mine, isn't it?" he asked as he fucked me hard, and I barely managed a "YES" before I started to cum again. My moans matched his, and now we were just moving, no words anymore, moving hard and fast and soon he was exploding inside me...his hands holding me so tightly it hurt, his thrusts almost stronger than when he first took me. As he pumped into me, his arms went around me, and his mouth over my ear only added to my pleasure as I heard his moans and groans. As we stayed that way, me on the edge and him between my legs, both of us still throbbing, I told him not to let me go just yet.

He hugged me closer, whispered in my ear, and I felt so safe with him, I drifted off for a moment or two.

I do belong to you, baby.

APPETITE

Dammit...I get these cravings at such weird times of the day.

But I guess they always seem weird since I'm alone.

If I had someone...they could have me...any time of the day.

It used to be that way...once in a while a whole day.

Almost constant playing...all over the house.

Fucking...sucking...fingering...until we lay exhausted...a little nap, then back at it again.

Sometimes he'd be so tired, I would ride his cock while he lay there...hard as stone.

I would get myself off again and again, until I had to stop and rest.

God I'm so fucking hungry....