Micro Monday
Second Place
The loser would be at the mercy of the winner and Faye longed to have him at her feet
Faye hurtled up the stone staircase, determined not to trip or stumble, lactic acid seared her calf muscles while lungs burned with exertion. Joe’d given a head start of 30, but he was hot on her heels, feet pounding close behind.
Loser would buy drinks in the pub, but there was more at stake than a round. Victory over Joe would taste sweet, prove she wasn’t weak, earn her a night with him at her mercy. His submission.
She urged leaden legs to scale the rock face two steps at a time, fingers grasping to pull on the cold metal handrail which spanned the brick wall. Blood pounded in her ears, fear gripped her heart, driving hers on like the devil was behind her.
Something restrained her, motion faltering so she nearly lost footing on the edge of the steps. Unable to pull forward, her knuckles whitened on the railing.
“Bastard! Let go!” she cursed, realising too late. Joe clutched her coat, using it like a mountaineer’s rope to slow her.
“Giddy’up!” he gloated, drawing level. Triumph glinted brightly in his eyes.
“That’s bloody cheating!” she gasped, flooded with furious frustration.
The sporty fragrance of his anti-perspirant swirled beside the dank smell off the stone walls as he dragged his face level for a fierce kiss, bruising her lips.
“I win!” he stated arrogantly, pulling her pliant body close with the belt of her mac.
“It’s not over.” She bared her teeth, struggling to escape his embrace, while her traitorous pussy melted at his dominance.
“Kneel,” he commanded, yanking the belt from its loops. He fastened it round her wrists then forced her down by the shoulders.
Her face was level with his denim crotch as he unzipped his flies. Out sprang his cock, hard and ready for action. Her head said ‘protest,’ even as her body begged ‘please,’ so she opened her lips and drew the tip into her mouth, welcoming him home.
“Good girl,” he growled, low and feral.
She slurped, sucking him into her warm depths. Her bound state plus the risk of discovery made her heart hammer while her pussy clenched. The stone bit coldly into her bare knees, her drool made a fast-cooling trail down her chin.
Joe thrust hard and greedily, using her mouth purely as a hole to fuck. She maintained suction as best she could, tears streaming and jaw locking as he used her for pleasure.
Holding her hair in a fistful; to control her, or so he could watch her suck? Faye wasn’t sure, but was relishing her helplessness and his lack of mercy.
Two more jerks then he pulled back, his seed spurted over her chin. Joe loved to give a pearl necklace, so aimed his cock down.
“You know your place,” he raised her to stand, his strong arm at her elbow.
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