<span style="color: #FF80FF"> <span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><div style="text-align: center;">Lea Stevens</div></span></span> </span><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i300.photobucket.com/albums/nn24/SociallyToxicBeauty/036e0d3a-b28c-47ec-b858-0eaea6c67e4d.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><span style="font-weight: bold"><span style="font-size: 150%; line-height: 116%;"><span style="color: #FF80FF"><div style="text-align: center;">"Jazz"</div></span></span></span><br/><br/>Lea wasn't sure if she had died or not when she was suddenly sitting on the kitchen table, tears still slowly making their way down her cheeks. She was still a bit out of it as Carlos pulled her hair, causing her head to tilt back some as he pressed his lips against her. She submitted without thought or fight, enjoying his demanding nature. She felt his hands gliding over her sweaty chest and she pushed more firmly into them, giving a soft sigh at the feeling. He suddenly pinched her nipples, twisting them uncomfortably and she gave a moan--unsure of whether she liked it or not. In the end, pleasure won out and her hands came to his shoulders, clutching them desperately.<span style="font-style: italic"><br/><br/>"Do you still want me to take you hard, honey? I want you, honey, I want to hear your moans and your whimpers, I want to see your tears and hear your cries when you come. I want you to feel how much I want you. Are you ready for me, honey?" </span>Carlos asked gruffly, his hands still on her breasts, alternating between soft caresses and torturous pinches. She gave a whimper, nodding yes as her feet came up behind Carlos and pulled him towards her, letting her legs wrap around his waist, his girth against her belly.<span style="color: #FF80FF">"Yes. Yes..."</span>she repeated softly, her lips brushing against Carlos' cheek as she brought her arms completely around his neck, pulling him closer so she could suck on his earlobe. She bit him softly, pulling his lobe gently with her teeth before letting go and trailing open mouth kisses down his neck and back up to his strong jaw.<br/><span style="color: #FF80FF"><br/>"I want you so badly to take me," </span>she said in a husky whisper,<span style="color: #FF80FF">"I don't want to be anyone else's except yours..." </span>She had always found Carlos extremely attractive and he had always seemed to produce a raw sexuality that she had never seen anywhere else. Every day they worked together, she always imagined he would suddenly admit that he wanted her--that he needed her. Always fantasized how he would drag her back to his place, or hell, even just shove her against the cruiser and fuck her right then and there. The fantasies she had about him ranged from soft, romantic lovemaking to rough, painful fucking. No matter the fantasy, though, she always imagined him in charge. Always wanted to be his woman, his slave, his only pet. She knew it was odd, as she wasn't generally the type to let people walk all over her, but with Carlos--in bed? Oh, he could demand nearly anything and she would probably do it.<br/><br/>She was a rather independent person, but there was just something about letting Carlos take charge over her that felt right. It produced a strong sexual desire in her that she didn't understand--and that she was partially afraid of. She was afraid of how much she wanted to submit to his raw masculinity, how much she enjoyed being beneath him. But it was what it was, she supposed.