Our Stocking Fetish

She had been asleep for hours, but she opened her eyes now, waiting for him in the dark. China AV He growled against her breast, his hands sliding down to tighten on her sides painfully, just below her ribcage. He breathed deeply, and opened his mouth over her pulse point. He spread her thighs wider and plunged into her again. Instead, he sucked violently at her tender flesh, forcing the artery to pulse frantically against his tongue. He would hurt her, she knew, but it was a hurt she craved from him. He wouldn’t…..would he? He collapsed on top of her, his grip slack at the base of her neck. Her chest heaved with trembling shudders as she fought the constricting phantom grip of fear that she could still feel encircling her throat. He wanted her pain and fear, that much was obvious, but underneath all that, he needed her willful submission. Desperately, she sucked in trickles of oxygen as he plunged relentlessly into her core. This was the only time he craved her sounds in bed; he wanted to hear the anxiety and pain in her voice. He reared back from her in fury, a warning blazing in his eyes. Clarice’s eyes bulged in shock as his grip tightened, nearly cutting off her air supply. He would fuck her now, and her usually controlled lover would transform into a wild beast, driven to rut in with her like she was a bitch in heat.