Please ... shift Me by Lilith04

I woke up a little dizzy. Just by moving in bed, I felt everything that hurt, and a lot of me was hurting, inside and out. I moved my slender legs out of bed, and they felt wobbly as if they belonged to someone else. My long, dark-brown hair, disheveled, fell over my sleepy face. My foot barely touched the floor. Tall bed, inadequate lady friend. I took a cryptic breath. In between feeling terrible about myself - what actually started this altogether thing - and feeling fulfilled, I went for the second.

My entering, touching the mattress, felt so sensitive, sore… The thin stimulation and I felt myself getting wet. Barely eighteen, I 've been used more in the last two month than the rest of my little biography altogether. I looked at the cute, expensive clothes I used the night before scattered around my bed, as I did n't even suffer the strength to put them away before I carried myself to lavish, then to sleep. I looked down at my naked chest, and my small bosom had patsy all over them ; my light garden pink colored nipples had a red tone to them as if they had been pinched, bitten that same morning. Just by that, I could imagine how the eternal sleep of my body must have looked, how many St. Mark they must suffer left by the way they handled me. They had a lot of fun with me yesterday. In a twisted way, me too. I 'd do it all again as soon as he asked me to.

I looked at my earphone, 7 unread messages.

Alex, 1:23AM, `` Message me as soon as you get home so I know you got there safely. ``

Saint Luke, 1:45AM, `` betray youre perfect tense ''

Alex, 1:51, `` Are you rest home yet ? ``

superior, 2:00, `` Had to change apparel before getting home, as they still smell of you. Call me tomorrow so we can talk about your new car. ``

Victor, 2:04, `` Have a good night, princess. ``

Alex, 2:30, `` Your headphone tracker says you 're home base, so I wo n't call, but I 'll deal with you tomorrow. ''

Alex, 2:41AM, `` I sincerely do n't make love why I wait. Call me in the morn. That 's an edict. ``

I sigh. I 'd meliorate call, or he 'd get mad at me.

'' Hi… Sorry ... ''

'' How are you feeling ? '' I could feel the stress in his voice.

'' As if a truck ran over me… I kinda passed out after I got home. '' I say coyly, then I chuckle so he knows I am ok.

'' If you need anything, just let me have a go at it. Yesterday was… Intense. ``

'' Yes, it was… For a mo, I thought you guy wire would kill me…. '' Always with a joking tone of voice, but always telling the truth.

'' Never gon na happen. We care about you. I care about you. ``

I don't think they'd do anything to me that would put my biography in danger, not really. But while being sandwiched between two of them, while they take no prisoner, ravaging me back and front, while the early lace my long whisker on a clenched fist and fiercely makes me remove him down his throat… When something like this is happening, I'm not caring about myself, and I don't think they are either. I feel like being snag apart as if they are competing to see who gets the most out of my fragile physical structure, so small in comparability to all of theirs, even Luke's, who was incline and marvelous, or Alex's muscular, ripped body… winner is just a giant of a man. I whimper while they pushed their way inside, I moan when my inside make my body beat in pleasance. Two months ago I was an inexperient teenage girl, now I just wondered how much was too a great deal. I wondered if it would ever be enough, or if they'd just hold trying me until… Until they broke me for good.

'' Sometimes I think to myself… Wo n't you ridicule fall behind pursuit if you keep doing whatever you want to me… I mean… There will be a degree in which I wo n't be able to… You know… ''

'' Sophia, you 're mine. If they change their nous or not in the future, that wo n't change. And I 'll take everything you can offer for as long as you understand that, accept that. You 're mine. ``

'' O-Ok… '' I always liked when he was possessive, domineering, and even though I did n't let much of a say about when he 'd be sharing me with the early two, I always looked up for the moments in which it would be just the two of us. Those were the moments in which he was harder on me, yes. The instant in which I thought I would n't be able to tolerate it anymore, consequence in which pleasure, annoyance, and fear of something irreversible happening to me mixed up so lots that I 'd get terrified, yes. But those were also the minute I felt his tactile sensation towards me the most, and that 's what counted. If he needed the others to be able to ravage me the way he wanted to, I 'd be will to take the three of them for as long as he wanted.

It all started with him. To me, there was only him.

…

I was drowning in debt, finishing my aged year at high school, trying to cook money for college, paying for my own aliveness, some of my parents'bills, they had so many medical debts… Even though I always seemed too shy to make it work, the job as a waitress was making me really good money. mammy tipped me well by seeing how much I struggled with my shyness trying to talk to people, but I did it anyway, and they probably imagined their own daughters having to work as I did. Dads, I imagined they 'd feel the same… But they were men after all, and tipping nicely the blue-eyed, pretty brunette made them experience good about themselves. Then, the pandemic hit.

After a while, I started getting desperate, and that 's when a in effect friend of mine said the fatidic stock, `` You should get a lettuce daddy to pay for your nib. I did. Most of these guy just want fellowship. Mine does n't even touch me, so I tease him all dark long to hold open him interested, then I go dwelling and fuck with my boyfriend, '' Ashley said with a laugh. She even told me her `` pappa '' had a friend looking for someone.

That 's how I met Mr. Martinelli. Or Alex, as he asked me to forebode him as soon as we met. He asked to meet me at a café before we agreed on anything. I had to fight my social anxiety, my fears, my insecurities all at once. I was the girl that had had only one boyfriend and had sex only a couple of sentence before he broke up with me to go to college, then never again.

Moreover, it only happened because we knew each early since we were Edward Young. I always had very, very low self-esteem, my geezerhood as a teen impression like a nightmare, and my parents just made it sorry, trying to intercept their daughter from doing `` depraved things '' by using the forged strategy possible : putting her pile. My intimately friend at the time, then-boyfriend, taking forever to buss me, or touch on me, just corroborated what they said. I was worthless. After puberty hit and changed me for good, there was still a lot of `` but. '' The guys I did n't need hitting on me constantly, the I that I did, I did n't dare to let anything pass. people said I looked safe, but that was it. But she is too shy, too introspective, too antisocial…

At first glance, I knew there was something weird in all of that. Handsome, wealthy, well-mannered, Alex spoke to me as if he knew me for a long time already. Always respectful, he talked to me as if we were friends, respecting my silences, looking at me as if occupy in me, not dissecting me with his oculus like Guy tended to do. The waitresses passed by the tabular array looking at him, at how elegant Mr. Alex looked in his made-to-order dark gray suit, his John Brown hair aloofly combed to the side, and his green eyes… He was n't even forty yet. What was a man like him doing looking for a lady friend to take a shit him company ? I could n't get my read/write head around that ! It was all too weird… Yet so unbelievably perfect ...

Reality only showed itself way after deep brown when we were already inside his car. He did this kale daddy affair to adjoin young women, usurp them up, get a feeling of their personalities, and then decide if they were worth his tending. He wanted the little girl that were already looking for money, already selling themselves in a sense, so then he would advise what he really wanted. To have them, to try them, to experience them. He did n't require to pay for whores ; he wanted the real lot, real experiences. He wanted to break in them, little by little, into subservient sex miniature. I did n't recognize it yet, but I wanted to be broken. By him, no one else.

Once inside his black Aston Martin, he made a move on me, even before offering me anything in compensation for my time, for my body, as I both expected and dreaded. Alex saw through me ; he found out he 'd be able-bodied to do things to me if he wanted to without needing a `` slew '' for that. He touched the blanch white skin of my thigh… I felt goosebumps. I just stayed calm, looking the other way. His hired hand slipped under the hem of my scant naughty summer dress, and I gasped. I did n't move, I did n't fight down, I just could n't give myself do it. Soon, his fingers were grazing that part of me, and my all soundbox tingled.

That 's when I looked him in the eyes. No words, just my lawless eyes looking at his deadpan fount in the dim brightness of the car. Not saying a word, he slipped my scanty to the side, and he touched me there, feeling the lip of my young pussy… I gasped openly, loudly, my face burning, and he smiled. It was all over his face that he liked how shy I was, how I clawed my finger's breadth on the sides of the seat, trying to block myself from running away or asking him to stop over. At that moment, he already looked at me as if he owned me, body and soul. One finger found its way between the lips of my overly sensible kitty, not getting in, just feeling my little slit, up and down, and I was wet.

His eyes filled with meaning, and he leaned to my side, his face looking for mine. We kissed. I breathed hard through my pry, terrified of how volition to let him consider me I already was.

'' Sophia… Everything that is absurdly tempting about you, your shyness, your inexperience, how lovely you are, are the things that are making me give you one fortune to get out of this. I 'll give you one last hazard to run away. If you do n't demand it, I 'm taking you to an apartment, and I 'm going to do matter to you…. '' He carefully inserted a finger in me, and my body went even stiffer, my mouth assailable, my forehead flickering, `` But at the end, enjoying yourself or not, I 'll help you with whatever you need afterward. I know what you came looking for today, and I would n't be a man of my Logos if I did n't ease some of your loading. Just do n't turn over it requital. This is not what this is. You 'll let me have you, and we 'll be acquaintance after that. present yourself to me, and we can be more than that. ``

The way he said it, I felt as if being transported to an titillating dream, clobber that happened only in the many Holy Writ I read when feeling lonely, unloved. I thought of how I 'd let my ex-boyfriend do whatever he wanted to me, and he never did much. He did n't want me enough. I was raised to date, marry, and spend the ease of my life with one mortal, and that life I looked up for was shattered by that person going to college and not even thinking twice about breaking up with me, already making out with former miss, for all I knew.

Alex wanted me. I could see it all over him, including how his thing bulged inside his pants. Yet, he offered me an outflow route in case I wanted to take it. He had spent the last two hr just getting to know me, even though I could barely utter to him, anxious as I was.

secrecy reigned again while he just looked at me… Then, he kissed me again, and I felt a second finger making its way inside me. I gasped, and I arched my back.

'' Sophia… You are so, so tight…. '' He said, and I felt his finger starting to move inside of me, in and out…

…

'' Are you there ? '' He asked on the phone, taking me out of my reveries.

'' Y-Yes… Sorry. ``

'' I know yesterday was a lot for you, but what about you coming to my place tonight ? ``

'' Alex… I 'm all sore…. ``

'' I know, and you 'll be even more after you leave my place tonight. Yet, I 'm asking you to come. It will be only me tonight. Will you ? '' He said in that tone that was n't demanding, but that let me know exactly what he wanted me to do. He did that every time he wanted to put forward his control over me, over my emotions… And he knew I could n't resist.

'' Yes… Sure. ``

'' Do you throw classes ? ``

'' No. I mean, yes, but they are online. ``

'' Good. contain some eternal sleep, and I 'll see you at seven. ``

'' Ok… Do you need me to get set for something ? ``

'' Just the common. ``

'' Ok… See you at night, then. ``

'' See you tonight, sweetheart. ``

The day dragged on. That 's how I knew I was more excited than worried. Around five, I started with the usual. I ate as light as possible, cleaned myself for anal retentive sex, shaved completely, aroma, make-up, tablet ... At six-thirty, the uber was already in front of my tiny apartment ; at seven, I was there.

…

The first sentence I saw that place, the imposing edifice, the upscale apartment, my spunk was pumping like a drumfish. Alex was attentive, ardent, and offered me a drink, but just a sip, as he did n't want me even slightly inebriate. He wanted me to feel everything, every lastly bit of it, and I felt a lot. Soon, my summer dress was on the story, and I was in bed with him. What started gently, instantly gratifying, his hands and sass everywhere, turned into something else as soon as he finally had his muscular body on top of mine, then in. He pushed himself inside me with a groan and told me I was pissed, so pie-eyed. I did n't mean it was possible to feel any discomfort or even pain after you had already had your firstly time. I was wrong. It had been yr since my first two and only times, and he was big, way bigger than my then-boyfriend. I felt myself stretching down there to accommodate him. I winced, groaned, but somehow my mind was fixated on his words : it hurt because I was tight, and that was a safe thing. My petite consistency rocked back and forth while I laid on my back, his eye on mine as he pushed forward, and I tried to hold back my groans.

'' Do n't fight it, just let it happen…. '' He whispered, his mouth close enough to kiss.

Obediently, I started moaning and groaning for him as he slowly got deeper and deeper inside of me. I did n't resist at all. I just took it, just let him induce me. He was gradually letting himself go as well, and soon his licking my teat became tugging with his tooth, the somewhat gentle stride became hard, recondite knife thrust. He rolled me to the slope, then made me stay on my hands and knees… And that 's when he furiously started to fuck me, taking no prisoners. My voice echoed through the fancy room while I cried, letting my upper torso drop on the bed, my little finger's breadth clawing the mattress. My ramification shook, as did my everything, that sensation pulsating from my love nub, scurvy tummy, and irradiating all over me. I was possessed by him ; I was his to use, and there was no turning back. The wetter I got, the further he went inside of me, and soon his cock started consistently hitting that deeper part of me. Every auditory sensation coming out of me got even more desperate.

'' Oh, sleep with, Sophia…. '' He groaned in pleasure, and my will to ask him to turn back, to recite him it was too deep, it was gone. It hurt a lot… But I liked it. I savored it. In my head, that was proof of how very much he wanted me. I bit the white and big pillow he had put under me, and I just groaned even louder, piercing, my eyes full of tears, my dead body full of him. That 's when I felt his script on my oral sex, under my hair's-breadth, and he caressed me. I let out a moan, so heartfelt, coming from so deep, that he acknowledged it instantly, `` That 's it, sweetheart… You are mine, are n't you ? ``

'' Y-Y-Yes… '' My phonation was muffled by the pillow and followed the rhythm of his unrestrained thrusts.

…

7PM, and I was standing in front of his apartment 's door. I wished he stopped sharing me with his friends. I knew he enjoyed me going through intense thing, just like the things he would do to me today. But no one else could say I was theirs. If I took their cocks everywhere, their paw could go all over me, as did their mouth, their teeth, that 's because he allowed it. Just like him, they had been very nice to me too. victor had just given me a car. He said he was grateful. Luke took me out shopping four times in these endure two calendar month. He said I needed to outwear clothes that were more suitable for a daughter as beautiful, as unique as I was. Alex tended to everything else. I did n't have to work anymore. Yet, they said all the time they were n't paying to have me, to do whatever they wanted to me ; those were gift. Only Alex was very song, saying that I was n't a whore, and that I should never even think of something like that. I was just his, and he took care of what was his. And I was into that lie, that beautiful lie, as I was really his.

'' Hi… ''

'' Hello, Sophia. ``

He wrapped me in his arm, taking my feet off the floor. After smelling my hair's-breadth, he kissed me, and I felt myself melting inside. Soon, as he put me back on my feet, he slid down one of the strap of a beautiful shadow blue and long dress he had given me some weeks ago, kissing my shoulder.

'' I have a great deal for you…. '' He said with his husky voice.

'' Yes… ? ``

'' I want to do something a petty extreme to you tonight… And if you go through with it like the good girl you are, I wo n't portion you with them anymore…. '' He kept kissing my collarbone, my neck opening while I felt his hands unzipping the attire even before we left the entryway hall of his enormous apartment.

'' I 'll do it…. '' I just said it. It 's what I wanted. I did n't even block to consider something more utmost than having three wolfish men inside of me at once, one in each of the entrances of my young body. Or the way they slapped me all over whenever they felt like it or how they tended to bite me… Or how Alex used to fasten his hand around my neck at least once every night, the lack of air making my organic structure convulse even more than it already did after he had used me for hours… `` You can do whatever you want to me. I 'm yours…. ``

Alex smiled, satisfied, but there was a wicked luminescence in his middle. I tried to think of something that could be `` extreme point '' and that he had n't done to me yet. On our 3rd encounter, he had already gotten me prepared to exact it on my behind. I cried like a baby even with all the lube he used, even if he played with his fingers there for a farseeing time to get me ready. Again, I was a very dependable female child, and I just let my owner cause me just like he wanted. What helped was how he always took his prison term while in the middle of these matter to bring me pleasure. He would have-to doe with my sex with his expert fingerbreadth, play with my love nub, rub me, fondle me… There was n't a nighttime with him in which I had n't had at to the lowest degree one orgasm, usually more, way more. In fact, he loved to make me get there before he entered me, so I 'd be soaked, superfluous sensitive, and even more reactive. And I always knew that he loved my reactions, to spend a penny me feel things, the more, the in force. There were Night in which he 'd affect my clitoris, period of play with it for minutes, making me come for him once or twice… To then start using both helping hand, working the inside part of my entering, stimulating my g-spot while tirelessly making his magic with my clit… And I 'd go screwball, moan loudly, and when it felt like it was all too lots already if I even made a gesture for him to stop, he 'd tie me up and pop out it all over again. Then, he 'd hump me senseless, use all of me, front, back, mouth, like the perfect sex toy I was.

So, what would be extreme point ?

He kissed me more than usual, caressed me more than usual, offered me a drink, and I drank whiskey with him for the kickoff clip ever. I loved it, and at the same time, I grew terrified. Or he finally wanted to let me lie with he loved me, which I knew he did… Or what he was about to do was really, really bad.

Was he about to excruciate me or something ? He knew I had a sure leeway for pain, especially when I was aroused, but even though I knew he was into BDSM - which I researched everything I could about right after the first time he got me tied in leather. The day I got to bed what a spacer bar was, or how a lot I could still scream with a gag ball in my oral cavity - but for some cause, I still thought it was n't that.

Soon he had my slender, short circuit, pale white body, wide of red marks all over as reminder of what had happened the night before, completely nude in front of him. He had me sit in front of him, my back leaning onto his, wooden leg spread, and he started touching me. I was so sensitive that I instantly threw my principal back, resting it on his shoulder.

'' This… '' He said while he inserted two of his finger's breadth inside my wet, abused, oversensitive entryway, making me pant, `` I 'll save for my cock only from now on…. ``

I smiled while gasping. It 's what I wanted. I wanted to be his, and his alone.

'' But I want to see how much you can take down here…. '' His finger's breadth slipped down to my ass…

'' W-What do you intend ? ``

'' You know I like to quiz your limits… Well, tonight, if you 're gay enough, I 'll put all of this inside of you ... '' And he showed me his hand.

Oh my God. Oh my God.

'' You said you like me tight… Wo n't that ruin me for you ? '' I tried to contain myself, but I knew I sounded scared.

'' No, not really. But I 'm saving some of you in pillowcase it happens. How a lot do you think of it when you say you 're mine ? ``

'' You promise it will be only you and me after this ? ``

'' Yes, '' and he kissed me. `` I told you more than than once why I do all of this. How I do n't desire to have someone… And I 've been trying to avoid tactual sensation this way about you for a patch now. I 've been purposefully sharing you if them ... I 've been pushing you to see if you 'd break, and I 'd get an self-justification to let you go… But you never do. I know the only thing that really scares you is something damaging you. You 're scared that if I leave you, you 'd be ruined for individual else. You 're scared that if you 're `` too used, '' I 'll fall back stake in you. Tell me this is n't the truth. ``

'' I-It is… '' I admitted. How was he able to scan me so fucking well, I asked myself.

'' So, this is something I wanted to do to you for a while now… And it is something that I know for a fact wo n't destroy you like you think it will… Something I know I can tell you as many prison term as I want, and you wo n't trust me. So, if you take the chance to let me break you like this… I 'll give birth the chance to prove to you I 'll have you, even if you 're broken…. ``

Before he finished his sentence, I sat up, then I leaned forward, got on all quatern, then put my torso down, my question touching the mattress and my modest butt up in the air. My ramification were spread, and I was in the most vulnerable lieu I could think of.

'' Please ... Break me… ''