In the dead of night, Jessica sleeps uneasily.
Her bottom is throbbing from a sharp strapping and caning, the tight bottoms of her pyjamas rubbing against her sore skin. Between her legs, her tender parts, unused to such use, ache gently. In the dead of night, she sleeps, uneasy dreams crowding her mind.
In the dark, something stirs…not the monster of old, the bogeyman from under the bed, but someone else. Someone human and warm, someone whose dark desires drive him, drive him on to hurt and revel in it.
Jessica wakes slowly from the purity of sleep, dragged from the depths of unconsciousness into a sharp awakening, but her senses are confused in the blackness – she can see nothing, only feel the movement and know the degradation that is approaching. Strong hands turn her onto her front, pulling down her pyjama bottoms, spreading her thighs. She feels covered, crushed down by the black figure, feels his skin hot against hers, feels his lust, his need to take her, willing or not.
There is a short moment of fumbling and then, his cock is inside her, the shock of it making her whimper with pain, her body not prepared for the intrusion. It starts to thrust hard into that tender place, already sore from the exertions of the evening and she is now aware of nothing but the sensation of being held down, the physical sensation of being fucked hard – and then deep inside a tendril of treacherous excitements that begins deep in her tummy and starts to rush to her groin.
The hard physical fucking rises to a crescendo of pleasure for the unknown man as he jerks into her brutally and Jessica is unable to do anything but allow her body to be used as a receptacle, for his lust is overwhelming.
He comes, rolls away and then, pulls her unresisting body into his arms.
Jessica leans on the shoulder offered. She feels him relax. She feels safe yet unsatisfied. But there is to be no pleasure this night. This night, she is being punished and bad girls don’t get to come.
But soon the night overwhelms her and Jessica sleeps. Until next time.
How on earth am I meant to get anything boring done when I’ve started my day by reading *that.* So. Hot.
So hot.
Sometimes my envy of you knows no bounds.
Jessica, what can I say, you are one lucky girl, and you write a hot post.
Warm hugs,
Paul.
I am so *not* sorry for poor, poor Jessica! Xox