Trapped in me (stockholm syndrome)

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It seemed to be another day and another session with him. But this time, he had me untied. I was free. Free to shove him away and to run. However, the way I was feeling right now could not beat my feeling because this time, he was giving me the pleasure. Both of my hands were never leaving my side. I never moved an inch.

He was giving me pleasure for him. Yet, I craved for it.

His hands were playing dirty things to me. To my body.

His right hand was inside my womanhood, curling and making me on the edge. With the help of his left hand on my nipple, he fondled it very beautifully yet hurtful. His eyes, were away from me. I was glad for that. I hated seeing his eyes, the way he could manipulate my brain and my body.

"Oh babe! You're so fucking wet! And I love it! I knew you were lying about hating me!" He laughed and continued playing with my body.

I moaned as he played with my clit. I could feel something inside me wanting to explode. I tried to hide the pleasure that I was feeling but he was very good with his hands.

The more I tried not to cum, the more excited I was feeling. Until I could not hold it anymore. I squirted.

He looked at me in bliss. He must have felt proud at his work.