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to free my hands, tried to twist into a better position, my
breath escaping in equal parts pleasure and frustration. I felt too much a
plaything in his hands, bending to his whims. Before he had talked of his
rules, his needs, but what about mine?
     
    I wanted to hold him, look at him,
see the pleasure I was giving him, and could have none of this in this
position. Taking me in this manner, I could only think he was proving how much
stronger he was than me, more control of my actions than I was of his. I
thought back on his refusal to stop taping our sex, his need to control every
aspect of our situation, to control me, and it made me angry.
     
    For a second his grip loosened and
I took my chance. I twisted my arms free and broke our connection as I turned
around. Sinking into the cushion of the bench, I pulled him back inside me,
ankles locking behind him, hands gripping his hair with all my strength,
forcing him to look on me. He shuddered, his mouth going slack with the
surprise of my reversal. Through my grip and the steel of my eyes I wanted to
drive into him the truth that, yes, he had control of my body, to do with it as
he wished, but only because I had chosen him just as much as he had chosen me,
that our fucking, and that was the best word for it, was as much for my
pleasure as his. For the moment, I was in control, under him, but driving the
rhythm of our movements. My legs and hips moved in concert to force myself
around him, to draw him in. He leaned back, his eyes rolling closed as he gave
over to my exertions.
     
    When they snapped open, they were
filled with a newfound intensity. I had rebelled and he would punish me for
this. In a single movement he broke my grip, a few strands of hair sticking to
my fingers, pinning my arms above my head. I struggled, but he brought the full
weight of his chest down on me, crushing me further into the bench. I rocked my
hips to maintain control of our movements as he drove into me in opposition,
the opposing forces driving us closer together. I was hurting, knew that that I
would find bruises after we were done, but a thought of searing pleasure told
me Scott would end up just as bruised and beaten, and that it would be because
of me.
     
    He came down, kissing me, and I
became breathless against his lips and tongue. I locked harder around him and
in the intensity of my anger and pleasure, I bit into his lip, drawing blood.
He pulled away, then wrapped one hand in a mess of my hair and pulled my head
back exposing my neck. His lips crashed down onto mine, his teeth leaving marks
against my bottom lip. Without a thought I reacted in turn, putting all my
strength into a slap.
     
    For an instant I was afraid I had
gone to far, that I had crossed some boundary in our agreement. But all the
anger melted away from his face, his head thrown back in a sharp laugh of pure
pleasure.
     
    Together we rolled onto the floor,
the impact driving the air out of my lungs. The rug burned the small of my
back. Having reached the height of our ferocity our energy turned to joy. We
were rough with each other, but no longer in an attempt to goad the other, to
hurt them. We were pushing each other, exploring a new set of sensations.
     
    Scott bit into my breast, just
above the nipple. Not as hard as I had bit his lip, but enough to draw a gasp
from me. When he did this, I could feel a change in his breath, his movement.
This was an action special to him, but he was cautious to continue. He’s afraid
of hurting me more, I thought.
     
    “Do it again,” I breathed.
     
    He did, moving from my breast to
my shoulder, leaving a trail of moist love bites. He was kissing my neck now,
very lightly, his lips barely brushing my skin. A cool expectation filled my
body, broken when the next kiss turned into a quick bite. I giggled, my fingers
raking across his back, sending a shiver throughout his body.
     
    Scott was handling me with a
domineering tenderness. His breath had grown more labored, his