Sensual Sunday: Snow White! 15th Flake
Theron’s face was close enough to her ears to hear him whisper in a creepy manner but she could not feel his breathe. In her mind she is opened her eyes wide though her lids did not respond to her will. In a try to break free she moved her head in a frenzy, to no avail. HIs eyes squinted are close enough to has her tell they give of an eerie glow, enough to have her stop her attempts.
In a flash she could see his black hand slash through the air. Leather, rubber, she was in no state to feel anything. The crème that had woken her up had lost its cool touch. A little numb she does her best to give it a scream and make another attempt to break free. This intensified when she felt cold metal clicked around her wrist.
“Go on try to scream now, Miss Sneaux. I would love to hear you scream for me but right now you shouldn’t. Don’t want that mister perfect, who by the way has a great crush on you, come barging in like he did last time.”
You could see her understand the situation she was in and the time she knew someone was in her room before, has he been keeping an eye on her. A perverted version of a peeping-tom. Her eyes rolled around looking past his silhouette that was blurring from her vision to focus on what had changed. ‘Where did he come from, how did he get in here?’
Her breathe was rapidly as well as her fast pacing heart turned up the beat a nudge to a dangerous level. Legs and body squirmed under his enormous pressure. All but her hands moved, all but her hand her lips, her mouth. She could even feel the sense of her neck muscle slowly disappear. Her tongue still moved in her mouth. But the sounds were not as loud as she had planned to be.
“Guess enough time had passed by to have the crème be absorbed by the skin.”
Theron leans over and licks Rowena across the face to end kissing her and force his tongue between the numbed lips and violate hers.
“You really can’t move can your muscles can you. To bad you are still making way to much sound. Good thing I came prepared for this occasion.
From one of his pockets he takes out a leather strap with a pink ball hooked to it. Held in both hands he places the ball in her mouth and follows her head around to tighten the strap to perfect fit. With a piercing look he looks down in her eyes and starts to trail slowly down. To the first button of her pyjama.
The fingers sling underneath and pull it from its tiny hole. With her chest still moving trying to throw him off he just pulls on the second button with a hiss coming from his mouth.
“Quiet now, I do not want to use any more force. Your skin is so beautiful….”
With the back of his hand he feels the silkiness of her cheek down to her chin and taken a turn down to follow down the vein popping from her neck in sheer fright.
“Oh my God I love that look on you,…”
To be continued…
As you might have been able to tell that the story is different from any other Sensual Sunday. It is no longer a short story but a story where I want to go a little deeper than just sex, explore what is possible. Hope you enjoyed the read. If not let me know just as well.
Should I go back to shorter stories?
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