Savaged

by Shay Savage

  I walk quickly and silently to catch up with her. She’s fumbling with her keys, and I’m pretty sure she’s still a little intoxicated. She not stumbling drunk, but probably nicely buzzed. She gets the key into the lock when I’m just a few feet behind her, but she hasn’t noticed me yet. As she turns the key and opens the door, I’m on her.

  My dick is as hard as a rock.

  Arm around her waist, hand over her mouth, I quickly shove her through the doorway and kick the door closed behind me. She’s startled, and for a moment all she can do is tense up and try to figure out what just happened. When she realizes I’ve got a hold of her, she cries out.

  I shake her roughly and pull her back against my chest.

  “Quiet, girl,” I say into her ear as I push her forward with my knee against the back of her legs. She recognizes my voice. I’m confident she does. “I don’t want to have to hurt you.”

  I shove her forward, toward the bedroom at the end of the hallway. She struggles against me as she figures out where I’m going, but I don’t break my grip on her. I slip my hand into my back pocket and pull out the gun I have hidden there. She stills as I press it against her side.

  It’s an airsoft pistol. I borrowed it from my roommate but didn’t tell him why. He probably thought I wanted to do some target shooting. I checked the gun about fifty times to make sure it wasn’t loaded with anything. I didn’t want to take any chances.

  “Feel that?” I snap at her. “You know what’s going to happen here, so you might as well get used to the idea. You’re either going to get my cock or my gun. Now stop struggling.”

  She stills, her muscles tight. I can hear her rapid breathing as I reach my hand up from her waist and squeeze her left breast. I press my erection up against her ass.

  “That’s a good girl,” I whisper. I shove the gun into my back pocket, wondering what the hell I am going to do with it once my jeans are off. I guess I hadn’t quite played all this out in my mind as well as I thought I had.

  Reaching under her shirt, I place my palm flat against her stomach and pull her against me a little tighter. I run my hand up to the spot between her breasts and skillfully unclasp the bra in the front, letting her breasts fall free. I flick her nipple and then trail my fingers down her side.

  She twists as she giggles.

  “You can’t laugh at this!” I insist as I pull my hands away, releasing her completely.

  “Sorry, Jason,” she mutters as she straightens her shoulders and takes a deep breath. “That tickled.”

  I roll my eyes and sigh a little. Melissa had gone on and on about how I was supposed to stay in character, and now she fucking giggles.

  “You want to keep going?” I ask. There’s a part of me that wants her to say no.

  “Yes,” she says. She looks over her shoulder and gives me that insanely beautiful smile I’d been infatuated with since I was sixteen. She claimed she had no idea how I felt about her until I’d finally gotten the courage to ask her out our first year of college. She’d broken up with the football captain right after senior prom when he told her he’d accepted a scholarship at an out-of-state school. I’d been respectful enough to give her the summer to get over him.

  I take a deep breath before grasping her around the waist again.

  This was all Melissa’s idea. I don’t know if she got it from all those bodice-ripper romance books she reads or if it just came out of her own head, but she said she really wanted to try it. Spice up the sex life after a year and a half of only going as kinky as doggy-style. It’s not that I was opposed to it at all, but I was a little scared.

  I didn’t think I would hurt her. I’d never hurt her. I was really just afraid I’d like it too much. She reminded me about a thousand times that there was nothing wrong with having rape fantasies, but I wasn’t so sure. It had taken some convincing.

  Melissa had explained exactly what she wanted. She even educated me on what a “safeword” was. She picked the word “Smurf” because she loved those goofy cartoons.

  Okay, back into the mode.

  “I’ve been watching you for a long time,” I whisper against her ear. “I’ve seen what a cock-tease you are. It’s time you gave it up.”

  “Please,” she begs, “don’t hurt me! There’s money in my purse—you can have it all!”

  “I don’t want your money, whore,” I tell her. “I want that tight little pussy of yours.”

  She whimpers, and I reach down to unbutton and unzip her jeans. I slide my hand inside to cup her pussy, and I’m a little shocked that she’s already wet.

  “Fucking slut,” I say. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

  “No!” she yells.

  Wrapping my fingers around the bottom of her shirt, I quickly pull it up and over her head. Her bra drops to the floor as soon as her arms come back down, and I wrap my arm around her again.

  “No!” she screams again. She begins to struggle against me. “Let me go!”

  She grabs at my arm and tries to wrench free, but I hold on. I grasp her hair at the back of her head, careful not to pull on it too much. Twisting my legs around hers, I shove her face first into the mattress and press my hand between her shoulder blades. Her sandals fly off her feet in the process.

  I want to get my pants off, but that damn airsoft gun is still shoved in them, and I don’t know what to do with it. While still holding her with one hand, I grab the weapon out of one pocket and one of Melissa’s scarves out of the other. I take careful aim and toss them both onto the dresser where I can reach them later.

  With that stuff out of the way, I grab the back of her jeans and roughly pull them down her legs. She’s wearing one of her lacy panties, the ones she’s always saying get little tears in them a week after she’s bought them. This pair has a little hole right in the back, near the seam. I grab the underwear by the hole and rip them off of her as she squeals.

  “There’s that hot little pussy,” I say as I reach for it with my fingers. “I’m gonna give it a fucking you’re never going to forget!”

  I slip a finger inside of her and then a second. I usually do, just to make sure she’s ready, but I can tell it’s not really needed this time. I’m not sure how I feel about how excited she obviously is.

  Then again, I can’t recall ever being as excited as I am at this moment.

  Holding her firmly, I release my cock from my own jeans. I shove my pants and boxers down to my ankles before I realize they’re caught on my shoes now. I growl to myself as I use my heels to get the shoes off and then kick away both of our clothes.

  I lean over her back, pressing her against the blankets. Her bed hasn’t been made—it never is—and I shove at the blankets to smooth them out a little. Taking my cock in my hand, I press it against her opening, but the angle is all wrong, and my hands are shaking a little.

  I grab her hips with both hands and yank her up to her knees. I climb onto the bed behind her, shoving her legs apart. I can feel every beat of my heart as it throbs through the artery in my dick, and I’m already sweating.

  “Spread those legs,” I order. She tries to keep them together, but she’s a skinny thing, and I’m a big guy. It isn’t hard to hold her in position. “You ready to get fucked, little girl?”

  “Please…please don’t do this! I’m a virgin!”

  “Are you now?” I snicker. “So my cock gets to be your first one. Is that what you’re saying? I’m so honored…a girl always remembers her first cock.”

  She struggles, trying to get up on her arms, but I push her back down and cover her back with my chest.

  “Please don’t! You can have anything you want! I won’t tell anyone, I swear!”

  I press my lips against her ear as I run the head of my dick along her slit.

  “Maybe I’ll spare you,” I whisper.

  “Please…”

  I press the tip at her opening.

  “Still a virgin,” I mumble as I push forward a fraction of an inch. My cock is throbbing so much
, it almost hurts. I pull back, removing it from her completely. She’s tightened her fingers around the messed up blankets, and her knuckles are white. I place my cock against her again, pushing forward a little more. “How far does it have to go before you’re nothing more than my slut?”

  She doesn’t reply. Her shoulders rise and fall with her breathing.

  I shove in a little more, and she groans under me, begging me to stop. My hands are still shaking—it’s weird to hear her using such words and intentionally ignoring them. It’s also exciting, and that bothers me. I brace myself, swallow hard, and shove my cock deep inside her as she cries out.

  “NO!”

  “Oh, fuck, yeah!” I hold myself inside of her for a moment, tensed and ready. “Not a virgin anymore, are ya?”

  I thrust in and out of her as I keep a grip on the back of her neck and her hip, holding her down. I pull her against me with every penetration, feeling a strange combination of power and recklessness. It feels good to have her under me, under my control.

  “How’s that feel, huh?” I say as I buck into her again. “You like getting fucked by my cock? Do ya?”

  “Stop! Please stop!”

  I almost pause. Her words are a bit much for me, but I remember all her talk of safewords. She hadn’t said “Smurf,” so she doesn’t really mean it. Inside, my instinct to listen to her fights with my desire to keep going—to keep fucking her any way I want to.

  I could, too. Even if she did say Smurf, I could keep going. She really doesn’t have any way of stopping me. I’m bigger, more powerful, and I have her completely subdued.

  She wouldn’t stand a chance if this were a real attack.

  I rub away sweat from my forehead, trying to understand what I’m feeling. This is Melissa—the love of my life. Am I really doing this to her? Holding her down and fucking her as she begs me to stop?

  But she doesn’t really want me to stop. I’m in tune enough to her responses to know that she wants this. She told me how much she wanted to try this, and I’m going along with it because she asked me to, but is that the only reason? Because I have to admit—I like doing this to her. I like the control I feel, the sense of ownership it gives me over her body.

  You’re overthinking it.

  It’s Melissa’s voice in my head, and she’s probably right. She usually is.

  I focus again on what I’m doing and how it feels. With her ass up in the air, I have a perfect view of every penetration. Being able to watch my cock slide in and out of her from this angle is way too much for me. I don’t want to come just yet. I’m not ready for this to end. She never gets off in this position anyway, and this is supposed to be her fantasy.

  I’m quickly realizing it might also have been mine all along.

  I pull out and grab her waist to toss her over on her back. She begins to kick and scream at me, so I straddle her chest and hold her down. Grabbing the scarf off the dresser, I seize both her wrists with one hand and quickly loop the silk around them. I have no idea what I’m doing, and even as I tie the end to the rails on the headboard, I’m pretty sure she could just pull hard to get out of it.

  “That’s better,” I say as I straddle her legs.

  She’s trying to look as if she’s horrified, but I know the sparkle of excitement in her eyes. I run my hands down her sides and then back up to cup both her tits. I pinch the nipples a little before positioning myself and entering her again.

  “Please,” she begs, “just leave me alone!”

  “Not until I’m done with you,” I tell her.

  Using a nice, even pace, I rock into her. With her hands out of my way, her only recourse is to squirm and try to kick at me. I take both her legs in my hands and hold them up over my shoulders, leaning into her as she closes her eyes and turns her face from me.

  “You gonna play nice now,” I ask, “or do I have to hurt you?”

  For a brief moment, she really looks like she’s afraid. I stare down at her, no longer holding up the menacing façade, and reach out to touch her cheek. I stroke the side of her face gently. I mouth the words “love you” at her, and the corners of her mouth twitch up.

  “Keep going,” she says breathlessly. “I’ll play nice.”

  I give her a half smile and raise an eyebrow.

  Leaning forward a little more, I lay one hand across her wrists even though they’re bound to the headboard. With my free hand, I grasp her breast a little roughly, pinching the nipple as she gasps.

  I need the moment of reprieve to collect myself again. Playing this role is exhausting, and I’m not really sure how much longer I can keep it up. I stroke her skin, lick her nipples, and kiss her throat. She’s warm and covered in sweat beneath me, and I blow across her chest to cool her a little. She shivers, and I raise myself up with a hand placed on either side of her.

  This is honestly my favorite way—with me in kind of a pushup position and her below me. I start stroking in and out of her slowly, closing my eyes, dropping my forehead to her shoulder, and giving into the feeling of her pussy wrapped around my cock.

  I know I’m getting close—I can feel it in the pit of my stomach. I take a long breath and huff it out my nose.

  Time to make this count.

  Raising my head to look up at her flushed face, I bring myself back into the role of her attacker and smile menacingly.

  “I’m gonna come in you, you little bitch. I’ve been holding out, waiting for this all week.”

  “No!” She twists and turns underneath me, trying to buck me off. “Please! I’m not on the pill!”

  She is. She has been since before we met.

  Grasping both of her hips, I start slamming into her over and over.

  “I’m gonna fill you up with my little swimmers and get you pregnant. What do you think of that, slut? What are you gonna name our baby?”

  Tightening my fingers around her hipbone, I start fucking her hard. Her body jumps underneath me with every blow, but I don’t slow down. My mind feels a little disconnected from my actions, like it’s not really me doing this to her. I can almost imagine myself as some strange man she doesn’t know, violating her for no other reason but his own, fucked up desires.

  “Look at me!” I command as I grab her chin with my hand. “I want to see your eyes when I fill you with cum.”

  She opens her eyes. They’re wide and bright, and her mouth is partially open as she breathes in short gulps of air. Lowering my hand to her throat, I lightly press my fingers into her neck. I keep pounding into her, hoping I don’t have to keep going much longer. There’s sweat dripping from my forehead and trickling down my back.

  Melissa pulses her hips up against me in quick, staccato thrusts. I’m familiar with the sign, and release her hip long enough to press against her clit with my fingers, matching her rhythm. It’s not long before she throws her head back and cries out.

  “Ahhhh!”

  “Jesus,” I mutter as she tenses around me, tightening her thighs around my hips. Feeling her come along with my own nearly frantic pace drives me to the edge. My whole body is reacting, tingling with the electric energy I’ve felt since before this began.

  The sensation grows and spreads. I have to move my hand from her neck just to make sure I don’t accidentally squeeze too hard. I groan loudly as the feeling intensifies in my balls and radiates down my cock as I feel cum shoot out of me and deep into of her.

  “Fuck, Melissa! Shit…uuughh!” I shove inside her completely, and hold myself still as my cock throbs several more times. My whole body is shaking with the release, and I can’t hold myself up.

  I drop down on top of her, trying to catch my breath. I feel Melissa’s hands on my shoulder blades as she wraps her arms around me and realize how right I was about my inability to tie someone up with a scarf.

  Rolling to my side, I wrap one arm around Melissa’s waist and tuck my head between her shoulder and neck. She’s breathing as quickly as I am, and I move my hand up above her left breast to feel her heart beat
ing rapidly.

  “So, what did you think?” I ask as I start to calm a little.

  “Loved it,” Melissa says as she turns to me and beams. Her hair is a mess, drenched in sweat and all over the place. She’s beautiful. “Just liked I hoped it would be.”

  “Pervert,” I snicker. I roll to my back and she curls against me.

  “Am not!” She slaps playfully at my chest before laying her head on my shoulder. Her fingers stroke over my sternum, and I know she’s feeling for my heartbeat just as I had for hers. “It was fun. A little scary at first, but honestly…honestly…”

  “Honestly what?”

  “That got me going,” she admits with a shrug. “I knew it was you, so I still knew everything was okay, but I didn’t know you were going to do it tonight. It surprised me, and that really turned me on. You said you had that exam to study for, and you weren’t going to be around all weekend.”

  “All part of the plan, my dear.”

  “Did you like it?” Melissa turns her head to look me in the eye. “I know you were a little hesitant at first.”

  I think for a minute before I answer. I did like it. I liked it more than I thought I would, but I’m not convinced that’s actually a good thing. Something about physically restraining and overpowering her is very enticing but seems a little dangerous at the same time. Not dangerous because I would hurt her, but dangerous because it awakens something inside of me I’d rather not admit is there.

  “Yeah,” I finally admit, “I liked it.”

  My face heats up, and I think I might be blushing. Melissa reaches up and lays her hand on the side of my face.

  “I’m glad you did,” she says. “It’s a little weird at the same time. I mean, I know there isn’t anything wrong with it, but it does make me feel a little dirty.”

  She laughs.

  “And you tore up my panties!”

  “They already had a hole in them,” I say with a shrug. “I didn’t think you’d mind.”

  She tucks her face into my skin and laughs again. I can’t help but laugh along with her as I put my arm around her shoulders and pull her close to me. I kiss the top of her head.