Where my Heart Lies

To not die, to not live: Escape II[MATURE]

Mary's heart pounded hard with the surprise move Ryan had made. Her hand instinctively went over his to try and tell him to stop. But she didn't. Because she didn't want to.

"Whatareyoudoing?" Her voice was hushed and barely audible. Ryan rubbed his face against her.

"Cook." He ordered.

She picked up the spatula attempting to flip the pancake which was on the verge of burning, but it was never her fault when the poor little tool fell off from her hand as the two fingers down there spread her suddenly and invited a third one in. 

"Wha-" her speech slurred further and her head jerked back rubbing against Ryan's chest as he flipped her to face him. Mary felt dominated by this man wrapped in towel who she didn't consider much taller than herself.

Might be the heels she wore.

Ryan raised her chin up forcing her to look straight in his eyes. He pushed Mary till her back collided with the counter, then shoved aside all that lay over it causing a few glasses to crack while the others hit the floor with a loud bang. All this while, Mary grew more and more intimidated by this guy, and that lit her body on fire. She was growing wilder. He then grabbed her by her arms and threw her on the cold metallic counter, right next to the burning stove. Their eyes never left each other's, and Mary was so lost in Ryan's control that she couldn't decipher when the towel vanished from his body, and what it unveiled. She could only throw back and let out a groan as a hard, big dick entered her drooling cunt. She could feel herself tighten around it, as if her body tried to suck the thing further in, but Ryan had other plans. He pulled out of her with the same speed as he had entered. 

"Are you on the pills?"

"You dared fuck me without a condom!?" Mary's frustration was met with a spank on her ass.

"Answer me."

"Yes."

Ryan entered her again with full fervor and pulled out the same way. 

"But are you clean!?"

"Nah. I'm a moving carrier of STD's of all kinds." He repeated his actions a few more times. Then, he finally let her off the counter. He smirked. 

"Yup, the time's up."

Mary's jaw dropped as she realized what had happened. The smell of burning pancakes made its way to her nose proclaiming her defeat. Ryan bent down and threw her over his shoulder. "Now, we get the punishment."

He took Mary back to his bedroom and locked the door. The only light that gave a view to the eyes was the moonlight through the windows. The lights were off, and neither of them wanted it the other way. In that light, she saw a strange desire in his eyes, a control that was about to break free any moment. 

"You'll say pink and I'll stop. Anything else, any other attempt to stop me won't work. Understood?"

Mary put her hands around his neck. "Yes." She quickly slid her tongue in his mouth and kissed him. "Are we into BDSM now?" She giggled. 

"No. Not yet." Ryan replied. He threw her on the bed flipping her over her stomach, then positioned her on her limbs, all set to fuck her from behind. "Count each time my hand makes contact with your skin over here." The palm of his hands ran all over her back down to her hip and thighs. Miss one, and the punishment increases by ten minutes.