Stand your ground, say no

From Create Your Own Story

"No way. Get away from me you creep!" you scream at Tom again.

He drags you in to the house kicking and screaming, deposits you on the floor and closes the door.

"Not willing to have a little fun?"

"Get away!" you shout again, turning to run, you're not sure where.

Tom comes at you and to your surprise pulls down your underwear. Feeling naked you bend down to pull them back up but Tom has already picked you up and takes you back to your bed. He fully pulls of your underwear and buries his face in your snatch. Stunned you stop fighting for a moment. You can see Tom's smug smile as he licks your obvious arousal.

"Stop it." you say, a little weaker than you would have liked.

You try pulling away but Tom has his arms wrapped around your legs, as you attempt to weakly stuggle he gently inserts a finger in to your hot pussy. You can't help it, you completely loose all willingness to fight. He continues to lick and suck while you moan in pleasure at his magic touch. Just as you feel yourself reaching the brink he stops and moves up your body to kiss you. His mouth is covered in your juices and you can tell he's gone hard again. For a moment you're distracted by how impressive his come back time is. Then you hear the tell-tale sign of handcuffs and realise the mistake in letting pleasure rule you.

You're now handcuffed to your bed.

"What the hell are you doing?" you demand.

"Having some fun." is all the answer you recive.

Tom reaches over to grab the vibrator and butt plug you were using the night before. He inserts the vibrator first and sets it on a low setting, low enough to keep you interested but not quite enough to scratch that itch, making you beg for more. He then lubes up your ass and pushes in the plug. He grins.

"Still loose from last night. Perfect."

Tom then moves about your room, looking for something. Material. He uses it to cover your eyes, leaving you in darkness. You have to admit, this is a little kinky. You hear him moving about, moving further away, the front door. Shit, has he just left you?

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