I’ve told Gatsby I want him to use me in front of a room full of people.
To keep me to himself, but give me the most unrelenting and abusive fucking. To let him have his absolute way with me, and for it to be intensely watched.
To be his rag doll, let him fuck my throat until I’m raw and my make-up a mess. To whip me while I wait desperately to feel his cock pounding into me, only to have it drawn out for what feels like an age. His hands toying with my pussy and ass, alternating between a fist inside me and the lick of a whip on my back and then my legs.
Teasing me to the brink of tears, just because he can. Just because he knows that when I’m watched my tolerance is that little bit higher and I can take a touch more pain…For him to ease himself into my ass, knowing it drives me insane when he leaves my pussy until last.
And to be held by my throat and hair while he pounds into me, letting me see all the eyes on me. Watching people touch themselves and each other as I am used as his complete and utter whore.