Trying to control my rushed breath, but with my body physically shaking and my chest heaving, I am struggling.

I drop my head, ashamed, tears gathering. Okay, maybe I am a masochist.

"Your safe word is blackbird." his free hand moving between my legs.

I weep more. His control over me astounding.

"Spread your legs more."

He whispers in my ear before gripping my ear lobe between his teeth tugging it. Hot breath causes a rush of heat between my thighs.

"Please"

His fingers circling my clit, my whole body on fire and I realize my nails are digging deep into the flesh of his shoulders, but it's beyond my control.

"Darryl" my voice unrecognizable. I could barely breathe with his hand around my throat.

"You are so fucking wet kettlepot." bending his head to skillfully take a breast in his mouth. Leaving the task of circling my clit, stroking my wet folds. My pussy seem to want to jump into his hand.

"Darryl. What the fuck?"

I hear an unfamiliar voice. It's cold and unfriendly. The doors swing open with a crash. Darryl releases me suddenly and I fall naked to the floor. My pleasure dying just as fast as it came.

"Who is she?" she demanded, topping her duffle bag on the floor.

He ignores her, his green pools remain focused on me.




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