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pressure at the back of my neck, ruthlessly forcing me down until my face was pressed against the carpet. He kept me pinned there, and I became acutely aware of the fact that my ass was raised for him, flagrantly exposed. I could feel cool air caress my sex, making it pulse almost painfully as need built within me. My thighs were wet with my desire.
    Then his hand came down on me hard, and pain bloomed hot and sharp on my ass. I gave a small cry, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the pain or from the way that my inner walls clenched, longing to have him inside of me.
    “You will learn not to question me, Claudia,” he said, his voice rough with unconcealed lust. His fingers swirled in the wetness on my inner thigh, trailing their way upward before pausing just beside my clit. I whined in need, but I resolutely forced down the instinct to rock toward him; I remembered his order not to move against him without permission. I trembled with the effort of resisting.
    He traced the line of my swollen folds. “You see? You’re learning. Good girl,” he rumbled.
    I shuddered beneath him as my clit throbbed painfully, desperate for him to touch me there. There was a ripping noise behind me, and I was relieved to realize that he was slipping on a condom. He was going to take me.
    Please, I silently begged. Please…
    A sharp cry was ripped from me as he entered me with one powerful thrust, driving in to the hilt. Then he drew almost completely out of me.
    “Don’t move,” he ordered through gritted teeth.
    He began to rock against me, entering me in swift, shallow thrusts, only the head of his cock penetrating me. I let out a low whine as he teased me, desperately trying to resist the urge to drive my hips back against him. Slowly, agonizingly, he eased further into me each time as he rocked against me. I was panting by the time he almost reached my g-spot, my fingers curling into the rug beneath me as I bit my lower lip to hold my resolve. I wanted to obey, I wanted to…
    But then he stopped his progress, keeping me on the edge. All of my muscles were taut with the effort of keeping still. His low chuckle floated down to me. The bastard was enjoying torturing me, making me wait as he tested me.
    I couldn’t take it anymore; I shoved back into him in one sharp motion, nearly climaxing as his dick hit me where I craved it most.
    He let out a low growl, and I felt his cock twitch within me as he almost lost his iron control. His hands were around my shoulders, jerking my body upright so that my back pressed up against his hard chest. One arm closed around my waist, trapping my arms at my sides as he pinned me in place. His other wrapped around my neck, trapping my throat between his forearm and bicep.
    A tremor ran through me as I realized how breakable I was in his grip. But the slight pang of fear only heightened my arousal, and my inner muscles contracted around him.
    “Fuck, Claudia,” he groaned, tightening his hold around my throat incrementally. I could still draw in ragged breaths, but he was pressing against my arteries, restricting the blood flow to my brain. He moved within me, thrusting into me with jarring force.
    His movements were possessive and punishing. I was growing lightheaded from the lack of oxygenated blood reaching my brain. My focus honed in completely on the feel of him inside of me, our sweat-slicked bodies sliding against one another as he took me completely. I moaned in wild abandon, reveling in it.
    I could feel him hardening impossibly further, his need for release mounting even as I was pushed towards the precipice. As I felt him jerk inside of me, his fingers found my clit, pinching hard. At the same time, his grip on my throat eased, and blood rushed to my head. The high was incredible. I was shoved over the edge, falling into a bliss-filled haze. Sean was the only real thing in the world as I flew out into the abyss, pleasure consuming me. I didn’t recognize the strangled cry that echoed