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Scuttle Buttin' said:
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"I... I don't know. I don't know, okay?"

She was staring at the bathtub full of water, the facet drip-drip-dripping the last remains of the water that had flowed from it a moment before, filling the porcelain more and more. She had chewed on her lip until the strange taste of blood had found it's way to her tongue, watching with growing trepidation as the water level rose.

Now, she hovered over it, kept dry and breaking only by the hold he had on her hair. The bit of pain in her scalp from so much of her weight being carried by her hair was nothing, like distant lightning in the summer, so far off even thunder couldn't accompany it. She wished she could put her hands on the side of the tub, push off and tell him no, she just wasn't ready, maybe another time.

Did he know I'd want to do that? she wondered suddenly, and a bit of fear of him glowed through the cracks in her fear of the water.

He'd taken off his belt, just after he'd pulled her shirt off, freed her breasts from the bra she'd worn and thrown it so carelessly aside, her clothing nothing more than an obstacle to what he was really after. But then his mouth attacked her nipple, his teeth bit down on the warm flesh, and her fingers slipped into his hair, and she forgot her irritation at how little attention he paid to what she wore. The belt was off soon after, and it she remembered thinking he seemed unable to keep the grin from his face as he wrapped the soft, brown leather around her wrists.

He was almost entirely hard before she'd even closed her lips around him, and staring at the little currents in the water under her now, she wondered again if this had been his plan all along. They'd talked about it, one of those things they'd thrown back and forth between them, quick volleys as he assaulted her body with his need. She knew he liked the idea, knew without him even saying so, just by the way he'd fuck her harder, the way he seemed to find a new gear in the pace of his hips, as if muscle fatigue was no longer a thing that effected him. She would think, in that moment before he gave a final thrust and began to empty himself into her, that if it wasn't for his need to cum he could go on fucking her like that until her body gave out, until he wrung the orgasms from her and left her exhausted and unconscious and utterly powerless to move. It always seemed to be that thought that sent her over the edge, that thought combined with the urgent and powerful way he injected his seed into her, that would send her tripping over.

But they'd barely even made it to that point today. She found her knees, found his cock, and used her tongue and the movement of her lips to make him fully hard. He'd taken her hair in his hands, both hands grabbing fistfuls to the point that she thought distantly that they were handlebars so he could fuck her throat that much harder. She choked for him, gagged on the swollen head invading her throat, tears springing up in her eyes, spilling over onto her cheeks. He swelled between her lips at the sight of them, grunted and pulled her mouth down as far as she could take him, as far as he had cock to give her. She pulled against his grip, uselessly, pathetically, his belt unforgiving in it's hold on her wrists, his grip in her hair unrelenting in it's pull.

She gasped when he pulled her back at last, cool air sucked into burning lungs, and tried to blink the tears from her eyes so she could see him better. The slap shouldn't have been unexpected, but it caught her off guard, snapped her head to the side and nearly sent her over onto her side. His renewed grip in her hair helped her keep her balance, and with it he pulled her to her feet. Her remaining clothes were pulled off quickly, cast aside as carelessly as the rest. She'd ordinarily pull the rest of his off as well, but without the use of her hands she was left instead to just stand and wait, her eyes on his cock as it stood up lewdly from his boxers, wearing her saliva proudly.

He seemed to have no intention in wasting the time to pull even the last piece of his clothing off, his hands quickly back on her and pulling her into his lap. She was wet, so wet already, the way she always was when he choked her on his cock, and he slipped into her easily and fully, his journey made easier after using her mouth as he had. She gasped, and ground her hips down against him, her eyes squeezing closed when his hands pulled her nipples painfully.

She was a bit surprised, maybe even a little disappointed when he started to move her on him slowly then, a departure from the urgent fuck she was expecting. Hoping for, now. But then he served, and his shot caught her with such surprise that she wasn't even able to muster a return volley. Ace. Score.

And here she was. Her hands still bound, naked and hanging over the tub, newly filled with water. Newly filled with cold water, because despite the slowness of his initial movements inside her, he was feeling cruel today. She thought she had misread it in him when he had started so slowly, thought he had worked that out of him and into her throat, and she felt disappointment creeping into her mind at the thought of it. Little did she know then.

"I mean, will you even be able to tell if I accidentally breathe in some water?"

She was trying to be reasonable, trying to get him to slow down and talk about it for a moment. She was hoping that would be the foot in the door she needed to escape this room, to tempt him back to their room so she could drop to the floor and take his cum across her face.

Then she felt him against her, her cunt practically inviting him in when she felt just how hard he was, and she knew it was all useless. She knew his lack of patience when he was hard like this, the space he found himself in where he cared none for what she wanted, or how she wanted it. She knew it was happening, really happening, and her heart started pounding in her chest.

Behind her, his hips moved, his length slid against her, and then he was pushing into her again, stretching her around his cock.

"Oh," she said, her eyes rolling closed, her nerves pushed away for the moment, "Oh, yes..."

"Ugh," she heard from him, a sound of irritation that confused her for a moment, the last moment she had before the fist in her hair forced her head down, and she broke the surface of the water.

Her eyes were open, she couldn't seem to close them despite desperately wanting to. Seeing the bottom of the tub so close to her only scared her more, and the urgency with which he fucked her now, his cock taking her with a force she didn't know he was capable of, only made it worse. The water splashed with the movement of her body, cold hitting her back, her breasts, puddling around her knees. She really didn't think he'd know right now if she sucked water into her lungs, if she had been under for too long and couldn't resist the need any longer, if she truly started to drown in her own goddamn bathtub while he fucked her.

And unbelievably, the thought made her clit thrum with need.

She was pulled up suddenly, water cascading down her arched back, her mouth a wide circle as she sucked in a desperate breath. He showed no mercy to her soaked pussy, her own wetness was trailing down her thighs to join the water on the bathroom floor, and even as he let her breath a moment he continued to fuck her.

"Please," she gasped, clenching around him, unsure what she was even asking for in that moment, "Please."

"No."

She was shoved back under the water, wide eyes so close to the bottom of the tub, her world made wet. Fear coiled a chilly grip around her heart, the temperature matching that of the water she was held under, and she tried to fight, to lift her head or push up with her knees, to straighten her back or turn her body so she could at least steal a breath. The sting in her ass told her he hit her, but the pain was distant, like that caused by the grip in her hair earlier, fuzzy and far from her focus.

Instead, she found herself staring at a spot on the bottom of the tub that she'd never been able to scrub out of existence, and knew then she wouldn't be pulled up again until he'd cum and was finished with her.

Could she last that long?
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Can I just say...

wait... I am left... speechless... that story both chilled me and made me feel.... wanting.....

WOW...
 
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Ajax - The Strongman​

Ajax performs feats of strength - including bending metal bars and lifting people over his head with ease - to the delight and amazement of all. He also acts as Clancy's enforcer, when something a little more solid than words is needed to clear up a situation.
 
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