Punching Bag

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Something's grabbing me.

Clawing at me all over.

I can't tell if I'm still asleep or not. Everything's so dark.

I'm on my stomach, something is pinning me down at my neck. It pushes me further into the mattress and at this moment I come fully back into reality.

Someone is on top of me. Their hand pressing down on my neck, the other taking handfuls of my hip and squeezing.

I begin to scream, but it's quickly muffled by my head being pushed into the pillow beneath me.

"Shut the fuck up." A rough voice grits into my ear.

Townsend.

"I get to take you whenever I want."

Im non-responsive for a moment as I remember where I am and what's happened. I stay at Townsend's house now, in the guest room. I'm safe. Sort of.

He forces my legs a part, still not loosening his hold on my head. I'm not wearing any underwear, so he meets me bare, feeling how I'm already so wet for him.

"You're a fucking slut." He spits out.

He gives me no warning before he slaps my ass, so hard that I scream and bite down onto the pillow. He gives me no mercy, as he lifts me up by my hips to position me on my knees, back arched up for him.

He enters me in one motion until he bottoms out inside me.

I squeeze my face tight, trying to breathe through the sharp pain of him.

He grips a fist full of my hair, forcing my head up off the pillow.

"From now on, you'll rarely not have my cock inside you." He says in my ear, the words making me whimper. Why do I want that so badly?

He gives me a deep thrust, bottoming out again as he groans out.

"Oh fuck." He moans, as he keeps performing deep, slow pumps.

At every one a gutteral moan comes from my lips, loving how he's owning me. How he's claiming me right now.

His head near mine, he moves to bite on the tip of my ear, my head tilting. A sadistic pleasure filled laugh escaping me.

At this he forces my head further to the side, then takes a deep bite of my neck. His teeth sinking into me make me scream in pain, I try to pull away but he's latched on, unrelenting.

I start to cry at the pain, only then does he release me.

"I want your screams, not your laughs Cora."

He begins to thrusts harder, keeping is pace slow still. Each one reached my g-spot, slowly numbing out the pain in my neck, making everything else feel more sensitive.

"I want to see those tears."

He wipes his fingers over my cheeks, wetting them with my tears. He then takes them down to my clit, rubbing and coating me with the evidence of my pain.

My orgasm builds more and more. Everything becomes too overwhelming. I press my head into the mattress and squeeze my hands together, trying to brace myself for the climax I'm about to have.

"Please! Please! Oh god! Yes! Yes!"

Just before I reach the peak he pulls out of me. The desire stripped from me physically hurts.

I press my hand to my clit, desperately trying to ease the emptiness and calm myself, sobbing quietly as I process.

Townsend grabs me by my neck, forcing me to sit up of my knees in front of him.

"You only cum when I say you can now. Understand Cora?"

I nod frantically, unable to really speak.

"Rub your clit."

I do as he asks, slowly. I close my eyes and try to work myself back into pleasure. My hips start to circle in front of him as I find my rhythm, moaning softly as I do.

He runs his hands down the outside of my thighs behind me, moving up to grip my hips, and tease my inner thigh with his thumbs.

This is the most gentle he's been yet.

He then lifts me up at my hips, positioning me more underneath him.

He presses himself at my entrance, and slowly pushes inside me.

The feeling has me tipping my head back and moaning in ecstasy.

We move insync, both of us grunting and sweating as we work each other to pleasure.

He begins forcing me down harder on him by his grip on my waist. His cock reaching to deep at this angle it makes me scream out.

We pant and shake as he pumps continuously into my pussy. He leans back slightly, hitting that angle that sends us both over the edge.

He rides me through my orgasm, my tits bouncing, my hair flying wild and uncontrollably. I can feel him so deep, I can't stop the screaming coming from me.

He eventually slows his pace, his own grunts getting louder and deeper before he pulls out of me. He pushes me down onto my stomach again, and a second after I feel hot, cum shooting onto my ass, oozing down into my slit.

"Fuck." Townsend moans, leaning over me. We both stay like this, catching our breath.

I feel like that's the most vanilla he's ever fucked somebody. He started out so rough, what changed? Or is he not as rough as I thought all the time?

"Get some sleep Cora. Because I don't, and I'll be back in a few hours."

He leaves the room leaving me coated in his cum. My head spinning, my body drenched in both our sweat.

My mind racing with thoughts. I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep again tonight either.