Entry Four

It had never been like that before, something had changed.

I don’t know if he just needed me more, if it was some intense possessiveness taking over, but he had never taken me like that - raw, surprising, unapologetic.

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I was lying on my stomach on a warm, quiet beach; stretched out, the sun draping over my back like a blanket, savoring every tender gift the earth offered my bare skin. The waves rocked in a slow, sensual rhythm, their warm tongues teasing across my skin, leaving glistening trails of salt along my curves. I lifted my head lazily, my fingers drifting through the soft sand, tracing idle patterns - marking the earth the way a lover might, tender and thoughtless in the aftermath of touch.

It was one of those moments I felt connected with the earth, with my own body. I was fully present in every nerve ending, every heartbeat, every hair that stood on end as the wind rolled over and caressed my skin.

I closed my eyes, letting my head sink into the sand - only to notice it wasn’t as warm or soft as before. It felt firmer beneath me, cooler, like the crisp press of sheets against bare skin. My fingers curled into it, a flicker of confusion stirring as the familiar began to feel foreign. The sun’s embrace sharpened, no longer a gentle warmth but a focused heat that pinned me in place, almost possessive. I felt the current glide higher along my thighs, lingering where it shouldn’t. A haze of uncertainty washed over me. “When did the tide get so deep?” I thought to myself, realizing the surreal sensation was creeping in all over.

Suddenly, the water crashed in, forcefully pulling me with it, out to sea. It surged over me; warm, insistent, a familiar pressure that coaxed my hips to respond before my mind could catch up.

I blinked hard and opened my eyes to my moonlit bedroom. A hand closed around my throat and there was a dark voice growling in my ear.

“Stay down. Let me finish.”

Was he here? Where was I?

I realized that I was on my back at the edge of the bed, my legs spread, his stiff cock slamming into my wet, warm pussy. The sudden stretch, the sting of reality crashing into me, left no doubt; I was awake, and he was already claiming every inch.

I wrapped my hands around his thick wrist as he firmly held my throat - I wasn’t going anywhere. I barely had time to register the jump from dream to real life, and he was burying his cock deeper inside of me. My pulse pounded as his pace picked up; waking up had only made him rougher with me. He dug his fingers into my hips hard enough to bruise, dragging me back onto him like I wasn’t moving fast enough for his liking.

He moved his free hand to my clit, already sensitive somehow, and worked tight, deliberate patterns over me - offering no mercy and no escape.

I let out a long, pleasure-drunk moan and he groaned; our noises a desperate mix of bliss and the ache of pushing things too far. My body gave in, gripping and tightening around his cock, every pulse a silent plea to keep him buried deep where I needed him most. The deeper he stayed, the harder I came - like my body refused to accept being empty again.

We locked eyes for just a moment. He looked at me like a wolf catching a wounded animal’s gaze; he was calm, and I couldn’t escape if I wanted to.

He moved his hand from my neck to my mouth, shoving two fingers across my tongue and into my throat. I moaned and sucked instinctively, rocking my hips with his, letting my body beg him to take me however he wanted me. There was a feral gleam in his eye, his mouth twisted into something between a snarl and a satisfied grin.

“You fucking love it,” his deep voice rolled over me, and I moaned in agreement. “Yeah? Gonna be a good little slut for me?” Another helpless whimper of confirmation escaped my throat, drool appearing at the corners of my lips around his fingers, eyes glossy, but locked on his. God, I could let him use me forever like this.

He pulled out of me, flipped my body over in one fluid motion, pulling my hips into him as I steadied myself on all fours. He pushed my back down with force, pressing my head into the mattress, leaving me totally exposed for him, and thrust himself back into me.

“Fuck,” I mumbled, muffled from my face pinned to the mattress below.

He gripped my hips like handlebars, his skin slapping mine in rhythm with his primal grunting, before it became ragged and desperate. I felt him push into me deep, and I winced at the painful pleasure of it, before he pulled out of me once again. He let out gasping, breathless groans, overwhelmed by desire, as his warmth spilled over my ass and dripped down my pussy.

My skin was flushed, my body trembling from the sting of being filled, emptied, and claimed all at once.

I let my hips fall onto the bed, still not 100% sure if I was dreaming or awake - it had all happened so quickly. My breath was heavy as I tried to reclaim the air in my lungs. He had collapsed onto the bed, too, his legs falling over mine. For a moment, we just lay there silently, panting, soft involuntary moans occasionally escaping my throat.

He sat up, and I stayed, waiting for a towel. Then I felt his hands at me again, spreading my legs apart while I laid face-down on the bed. His tongue surprised me, and I realized he was savoring every drop of our mess, claiming what he’d spilled. He moaned calm sounds into me as he explored every inch, leaving nothing behind. I let out a sweet, breathy sound - part gratitude, part invitation for more, enjoying the moment of reverence after the rude awakening he had brought me.

He finished with me, kissed up my back to my face, and pulled my messy hair off my neck, exposing my ear.

“Good girl,” he whispered.

I rolled over to my back so I could face him, and he smiled.

“Go clean up, I’ve gotta go.”

I resisted the urge to just crawl back into bed and go back to sleep, but did as I was told. He kissed me at the bathroom door, playfully palming my ass with a tight squeeze, then stepped back into the bedroom to get dressed as I closed the shower door behind me.

When I came back to the bedroom, he was gone.

I grabbed my phone - I didn’t even know what time it was - and there was a message from him.

One attachment, a video.

I opened it to see myself, sleeping just moments ago.

“Oh, shit,” I whispered to myself, out-loud.

He knew I got off on it - the idea of being filmed, of seeing exactly how he looked at me when I wasn’t even aware. He knew he didn’t need permission; he already had it.

I watched with excitement as he peeled the blanket back - my naked body exposed and barely lit under the full moon outside. He didn’t touch me, he stood there, devouring me with nothing but his gaze. He watched my chest rise and fall with my breath, the light reflecting off my curves. He focused on my face, my eyes fluttering with dreams, my lips slightly parted. Finally, he let his fingers find my body; gently at first, until he realized how deep my sleep was, then more firmly. It felt reverent, devotional. I watched his palm glide over my hips, worshiping every inch of skin. He brushed a thumb across my lips, lingering longer than I would have expected, before pushing past to my tongue. I felt my chest tighten, the intensity of his desire more apparent than it had been before. It left a throb beneath my skin, a reminder that being wanted like that would never stop undoing me.

He undressed, then sat the phone down to record from the nightstand. I watched as he gently spread my legs, hesitating slightly when I would stir, then coming back to claim what he wanted as I settled. His fingers explored my pussy while I slept, bringing soft and involuntary moans from my body, already responding to his touch. He pushed my leg forward, opening me up to him entirely, and I watched him stroke his stiffening cock before burying his face inside me, gently tasting me with his tongue. He spread me apart with his hands, admiring me with his fingers and tongue. I don’t know how I slept through it, how the weight of his lust for me didn’t wake me.

He sat back up into a kneeling position over my slumbering body. His right hand worked his hard cock as he watched me, his other hand occasionally pulling me open for his viewing pleasure. It was incredible to watch back - having that kind of pull, that power over someone without even being awake - it was an intoxicating feeling. He leaned forward, and rubbed the head of his cock on my pussy, not quite pushing me open, but enough that I could tell he was having trouble holding back. I heard him let out a soft “oh fuck,” then he retreated from the bed. He leaned forward, grabbed me, and flipped me to my back while he pulled me to the edge of the bed.

His face when I was jostled awake was wild, satisfied, excited. He didn’t just take me, he enjoyed it. I never realized how much he savored me. I sat back, the heat still pulsing through my body, my thighs pressed together as if that could ease the ache he left behind. It had never been like that before, but now I understand why.

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