Mind games turn to bed games

"You'reone of those girl who's shut down because some guy forget her birthday." He shot me a contemptuous look, like I was offensive in general. "I'm pretty good at reading people." I didn't bother to argue. I didn't care if he knew the truth. "Let me guess," he leaned into me, "all men are the same. Well let me ask you something, Little Thing. If all men are the same, why do women take so long to choose?" He brushed his fingers under my chin and I turned reflexively. His dark eyes were shot through with amusement like arrows with flaming tails. "I don't think all men are the same," I replied, "I think all people are the same. And they're all part of the same great mush. Man, woman, or child." "You think I'm an asshole, don't you?" "Whatever gets you off." He smiled as if this were hilarious, and re-thought his tactics for a while. He put one hand on my waist and squeezed as if something interesting might happen, but it was just flesh. "You're quite dead," he observed. "Sort of like a sex abuse victim. You go somewhere else when a man handles you." That one hit a little closer to home. "And you've had every girl since high school. And they can't fill up the space. You're a shallow person, but you want to be interesting, so much. You, like the employee who pretends to be the manager, yearn to be more. But you haven't got the stuff, champ. Not now, not ever." He digested this and questioned, "Isn't that how to be noble? Yeşilköy escort I want to transcend my assholiness. I don't want to be a man-whore forever. I'm hoping to progress." He offered me a winning smile and I softened. He drew me into his arms and I went limp like prey. "You're soft," he said, nuzzling me. "I've always wanted to hold you. I thought you might bite off a finger just for the taste." You've only stunned me for a second. I turned and kissed him. He searched my eyes for clues but I was blocking him. "You think you've got me sussed." I wrinkled my nose like Samantha the witch. "Don't I?" I could feel he was hard. He took a handful of my hair and pulled it so he could kiss my neck, like a lion holding the female with teeth to keep her from lashing when he fucked her from behind. "You're just a kid," I said. "Just a boy. I'm not." "I know," he said. "You don't get it. I'm older than time. I'm just a conduit. This body's a false prophet." "They say you're mad," he teased, but there was truth in his voice. "Mad as Cassandra." He grazed my neck. "I wanna go to the dark side." "That's the thing about men." I gripped his dick and squeezed. He moaned. "Always thinking with their little men." He took my hand. "You like it kind of rough." "I don't like it all," I insisted. "I'm way past sex. Sex is for people, and I don't often get accused of that anymore." "You're Yeşilyurt escort bayan really weird," he said. "But you don't dress like a goth." "I don't really need to advertise it." "I like weird." He yanked my hair sideways and bit into my neck. My breath caught. "I'll fuck you hard," he whispered. "If that's what you like, Little Thing." "Is that a joke?" I questioned. I was tall for a girl. "Course not." He lifted my top over my head. He bit my nipple through my tank top. My lip quivered. "Do you ever wear a bra?" He pulled the fabric in his teeth. "Please," I gulped. "I've got you begging. That's a good sign." He stripped me to my underpants before he even went for his shirt. He leaned in and cupped my face. My eyes strayed to his chest. A player's chest. "I see diamonds and hexagons." Then, "I'm missing my show." "It's alright, later," he assured me. He leaned over me. "I need to eat my yoghurt," I said. "I always eat my yoghurt at 10." "I'll give you something to eat." He bit me, so hard. I squealed. "I thought you were vanilla. All the girls..." "I'm just trying to find the perfect play mate for my games." "So you're..." "You can say it." "A sadist?" He laughed. "Real or fake?" I asked. I only liked the real kind, even though that was a contradiction. "How much proof do you want?" Think carefully about it. He finger fucked me. He pressed his body into mine. Escort Zeytinburnu He had a nice body. "Come here." He marched me to his room, his fingers forming a bruise on my arm. "I'd advise you not to beg," he said, just making conversation, "if you want less pain that is. Do it if you want more." He opened his closet drawer. I didn't look at his hands. He dropped his boxers. He stood like a glorious vision. "This too is a lie." I could see his eyes then, really see the look that had come into them. It was ugliness, right from the tarpits. I gasped. I had found a specimen of value. I didn't want to disturb the nesting. He slapped me so hard I lost my breath. Then he was on me. He clamped my arms behind my back and cuffed them. "Now your panties, little one." He pulled them down. "What I like... is to cause a lot of writhing and twitching," he explained. "When I've got a girl naked like this, it looks nice." I heard something swishing. "Ever been whipped?" he asked. "You've probably had a guy slap your ass, but this cuts. Hurts a lot. Do you want it?" My breathing quickened with beautiful anticipation. "You don't speak, and I'll decide. Alright..." he paused. "Yes." I screamed with relief as he brought the whip down. My pussy flooded with warmth. The pain stung in hot lines. I saw him in my mind's eye raising the whip and his brutal arm, so strong and handsome. I moaned. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. "I've got to tell you something." He brushed my hair back gently. "I can't cum unless I hurt you. I like to hear you squeal." My pussy pulsed. "Stop talking," I warned. "I might cum." "This will be an interesting submission," he fathomed. "You'll keep rising to meet me..." His finger traced a line down my spine and ass.