EroticReverie

Cecelia

I can't even think straight as Ryker carries me down from the attic and to his bedroom. 

I speak briefly to Millie , letting her know I'm not mad at her, because that's what she's most worried about. Not the fact that she just ate me out in front of practical strangers. What was with this house? What was in the fucking air here that had my best friend fucking Ryker's brothers and girlfriends already, and had me being Ryker's little fucking mouse that he chases around and terrifies and dominates and degrades and controls? Where the hell was my brain? Was it even fucking working? What was I doing in this fucking house? 

But when Ryker walks out of his bathroom, in low hanging loose black sweat pants, muscled chest, and hip indents, tattooes covering every inch of his arms, hands, hest, back and neck. Standing there like a fucking giant, with a smug little smirk on his lips as I gawk at him, like I havent already seen him shirtless.

"Like what you see, doll?" he teases, lifting his tattooed hand and fingers to his jaw, scrubbing it gently with that smirk of his. God, I hated him. I hated myself too. The man had more red flags than he did tattoos, but yet, I'm still fucking here. Even after he fucked my best friend in front of me, because for some fucking reason, I understand that Ryker isn't like any other man I've known. In his own fucked up way, he didnt see it as wrong...him fucking Millie. I also didnt blame Millie, cause I was pretty sure, she was under the same fucking spell I was. What was it about him that was so irresistable ? What was it about all of them in this house that made us so easily give into whatever sexual desires they had, or their depravity? 

Ryker walks over, as I sit there in his t shirt, it's more than just oversized, it's a god damn swimming pool, the neck of it, hanging partially off my shoulder as the hem teases at my knees. 

"I'm still mad." I say with a huff as he reaches down, grabbing my waist.

"Yeah?" he grins. "Are you Cecelia?" he lifts the shirt slowly and I shiver as his fingertips graze my skin as he draws it up.

"Lift your fucking arms pretty girl" he growls at me and fuck my god damn arms and hands as they lift like they're fucking posessed. Not a single ounce of will lays inside of me, to tell this man no right now, and he fucking knows it. 

He smirks as he pulls the shirt off. 

"You should be naked..always." he says. Even though he's the one that put me in the god damn shirt. 

"You're the one who put it on me." I voice the thought outloud.

"Mm, watch the attitude Cecelia" he says and then pushes my shoulders back making me yelp as I fall backwards on the bed. 

"I have every right to have an attitude, when you piss me off" I huff and Ryker's jaw ticks.

"I piss you off huh?" he groans, he leans over me, his hands on the bed, as I lean back on my hands, my chest heaving.

"You know you do...and you get off on it....you get off on making me angry...making me scared..you fucking piss me off and terrify me, and your dick gets hard doing it" I look him right in the eyes and he licks his lips slowly. 

I gasp, when he hand comes out of nowhere , around my neck, gripping it hard, his nostrils flaring and I gasp for breath that's already being taken.

"Mmm, and your hot little cunt doesnt get wet at all does it Cecelia?" he asks and my I grab his forearm, my eyes widening as I struggle to breathe, only the tiniest bit of air sinking into my lungs.

"You just hate it so fucking much, that everytime I get to this little cunt of yours after chasing it...you've got a fucking puddle in your panties...but yeah, tell me all about how much you hate the way I chase you....and scare you.....how you hate the way I piss you off....go on...tell me all about it...." he says as he releases my throat and I suck in a large breath, coughing, choking and gasping for breath. 

"You fuck-" he cuts me off, his hand back around my throat.

"Oh, I wasnt serious....I dont want to hear a god damn thing from your sexy little fucking mouth, unless its the sound of your throat choking on my cock...or the way you're struggling to fucking breathe right now" he groans, his nose dragging along my jaw, to my cheek and my ear, his tongue licking my face as feel it turning hot with lack of air, my blood vessels feeling like theyll explode. I squeak , barely able to make the sound as my nails dig into his arms, he groans. 

"Are you scared Cecelia? Scared that I could choose to end you? Take your last breath and then fuck you over this bed, only letting that little cunt know my cock after you're too far gone to tell me no?" he growls. 

He's so fucked up. Sick and twisted. I claw at his arm, breaking skin and slap his arm, then slap his face, both hands slappping his face as he just laughs, it's dark and scary, nearly fucking demonic, and yet............my pussy drips as I struggle to breathe , my vision bluring, and my eyes watering, panicking, feeling like i'm going to die. He's going to fucking kill me, and i'm fucking wet. 

He releases my throat, and I gasp hard, choking on the influx of air, coughing and putting my hands on my throat, as he just watches, staring at me, tears coat my cheeks, and I'm choking on sobs, on breaths that I need but cant quite get into my lungs.

"fuckin breathe Cecelia!" he yells and then grabs my face, his eyes on mine. It's like my brain forgot how to fucking breathe, I've only gotten in a few deep breaths, but they're stuck in my chest, not going out, and no more going in. 

"Look at me, fucking look at me!" he growls and my tear filled eyes open to his. 

"Breathe Cecelia" he says softly, but still demanding. "Breathe." 

"breathe" he whispers, his mouth on my lips. Kissing them softly. "Breathe Cecelia" he says, his mouth over mine, and he pushes air into my lungs when my body wont do it in my state of panic. 

It takes a good minute or more for me to take full breaths, for my body to stop shaking, and the tears keep coming as I tremble, still fucking terrified, but at least I'm able to breathe again. 

Ryker groans, his hand on my face, under my jaw as his tongue licks my fucking tears from one cheek, and then the other. 

"fuck, that was so hot" he groans. 

My brows pinch as I look at him. 

"you're so fucking sick" I hiss. and he grabs my hand and brings it to his dick, placing it over the sweat pants that hang on his hips. 

"that's right doll.....now get me off" he growls. "Before i make you forget how to breathe again"