“I’ll take it up a notch.” He pinched her nipple, and there was no way to contain her cry of pleasure. She screamed out as he bent down to suck the pinched nipple into his mouth. The moment his mouth was on her body, the heat washed over her pussy. She was so turned on and wet. Her cum slicked down her thighs she was so wet.
“I can smell your arousal from here, Fiona. Are you still going to fight me?” he asked.
She shook her head.
“No? You’re not going to give in?” he said. The hand on her breasts released her, but he didn’t give up or give in. That sinful hand glided down her stomach, going to her pussy.
Fiona stared into his dark eyes, seeing the truth reflected back at her. He was enjoying this as much as she was. Her face felt hot to the touch. His fingers stroked over her pussy, touching each plump lip in turn.
Opening her mouth she inhaled as much air as she could.
“There it is. Are you still going to fight what we both want?” he asked, taunting her. He’d not touched her clit, yet she was on fire for him to do so much more.
His fingers touched every part of her except her clit.
She nearly caved and begged him to give her exactly what she needed. He circled around her clit, sliding down to press a finger within her pussy.
“You’re soaking wet, Fiona. I’ve never had a woman who has been as wet as you.”
“Stop it,” she said.
He paused. His fingers were less than an inch away from her clit. Fiona tried to move, to do something to get him to touch her. He wouldn’t let her budge.
“If you want to come you’re going to have to admit the truth and then you’re going to have to touch me,” he said.
“What?”
“You heard me.”
He wouldn’t repeat the words.
The arousal that was building inside her was on the verge of pain. She hated this. Why couldn’t he have been a monster who took from her instead of giving her this choice? If she pulled away and got to go to her room, any kind of release she found at her own hand would be less than what he could give her. Giving into him showed her weakness, showed how sick she was that she needed his touch. No, not needed, she wanted it more than anything else. Here was a man with scars that showcased his brutal way of life, and yet he had her pretty much naked, wanting her to touch him.
It was the strangest thing she’d ever been through.
Give in. For once in your life take what you want and don’t think about anything else.
Who would know that she gave into this monster? No one. Her family was all dead, and the one friend she’d had was dead because of this man. If she left him, she was as good as dead. What was wrong with giving into temptation?
He still hadn’t moved his fingers, and she really wanted to come. Just this once, she wanted to forget about her shitty life.
There’s the truth. Your life is complete and fucking shit. It is worse than crap.
Swallowing past the lump in her throat, she nodded.
“I want you.”
“Say my name,” he said.
She stared at his chest. He was determined to make her give in to what he wanted.
Reaching out, she touched his cock. He was rock hard yet showed no signs that she even touched him. The only evidence of his attraction was pulsing in her hand.
“I want you, Ryker.”
Fiona cried out as he slid his fingers over her clit.
“Then take my cock out and start touching me properly.”
He was in control, and Fiona had no chance of ever taking charge. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t want to be, and that was what turned her on.
Chapter Eight
Ryker moved away from Fiona with a strength he hadn’t known he possessed. He was hard, so damn stiff that he wanted to shove his cock deep inside of her without thinking about it anymore. He had her in his arms only seconds later, carried her through the living room and into his bedroom, and then slammed the door shut with his foot. This was insanity wanting her like this, about to fuck her because he couldn’t control himself, and knew that all it had taken was a few short hours and he was going to take her in every way.
He set her on the bed, envisioned her tied to it, submitting to him, and crying out for more. The image of her tied to his headboard, every inch of her body on display for his visual pleasure, was slowly draining his self-control. Tonight he couldn’t do that to her, wouldn’t frighten her more. He’d try to show he could have a semblance of gentleness inside of him.
Now that he had Fiona, ready and willing—to a point—that urge to show her who was in charge reared its head. She had fought him, tried to escape, but she was seeing the reality of the situation, and that he was the better option than being out there on her own. He made no qualms over the fact that taking her had been a bad idea, but now that she was here he knew he wouldn’t let her go.
She was his, and there was nothing going to take her away. That was enough for him to do whatever the fuck he wanted.
In his miserable life he had never desired anyone like he did Fiona. He fucked women for the sole purpose of getting off, and being in a relationship had never enticed him. Then he had seen her, knew he wanted her right then and there, even after killing the junkie traitor, and he was lost. It was a fucked up situation, but he was going to make do with what he had, and he wouldn’t change a thing, or how he had proceeded in all of this.
Here she was, ready for his taking, and he was going to fuck the hell out of her until she couldn’t think straight. Ryker looked between her legs, which were still spread, saw how red and wet she was, and knew she ached for him. He did admit it surprised him when he found out she was aroused by his spankings, but then that surprise had turned to rock-hard lust.
He moved closer to her so he was now at the head of the bed.
“You scare me,” she licked her lips, “but I want you so badly.” She looked confused, angry even, and he could relate. “I hate that I want you. It frightens me.” The rapid pulse at the base of her throat, and the way she pressed her thighs together, told him that her desire for him won out on the other emotions.
When he moved onto the bed he placed a hand on each of her knees and wrenched her thighs open. She stiffened for only a second before she took his silent demand and obeyed. With her legs now open for him, he settled between them. Ryker stared right at her cunt, felt his cock throb and his balls draw up. Shit, he wanted to fuck her and claim her like some kind of wild animal. She was all smooth and pink, glistening with the wetness that he had caused. He was going to fill her up with so much of his cum that her pussy would be covered in it. It would be his mark on her body.
“Your cunt is so ready for me to fuck it, Fiona.” He lifted his hand and ran his finger down the center of her slit. Her body visibly shook, and he had to curl his other hand into a tight fist to try to grapple with his control. Placing his thumb on her clit, he applied pressure while he slid his index finger over her wet cleft and circled it around the opening of her vagina.
Ryker finger-fucked her in long strokes and rubbed her clit at the same time. Pre-cum slipped from the tip of his cock when he heard the breathy little cries that came from her. She was still scared, still had this wild, frightened look on her face, but she was not stopping him, and in fact was moaning out for more.
Taking hold of the root of his dick, he tightened his fingers around his aching shaft. He could have come just from watching his finger move in and out of her body. But he wanted to get off inside of her, and wouldn’t find release until he was balls deep in her.
She was tight, so fucking tight that he found himself jerking off. “Tell me you want my cock. Beg me for it.” He roared out the words.
“God, yes, yes I want this.” She cried out, and squirmed on the bed.
He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over one of her nipples. She arched into his mouth, and he groaned against her flesh. While he sucked and licked at her, he continued to stroke his cock with fervor. “You’
re mine.” He moved his mouth lower until he hovered right over her pussy. In a quick move he sucked at her soaked, swollen flesh. He circled her clit again, harder and faster, trying to draw out her pleasure.
Christ, she tastes good.
Ryker didn’t know if he could have held out much longer. He broke away and latched his mouth onto hers. When he pulled away from her, aligned his cock with the entrance of her pussy, and slowly started to push inside, he couldn’t stop himself from groaning out.
“It’s good, Fiona. Fuck, it’s so damn good.” He couldn’t go slow and couldn’t be easy with her. Ryker thrust all of his dick into her until his balls slapped against her ass.
“This is wrong.” She seemed to be talking to herself. She moaned and thrashed her head back and forth, but she never told him to stop.
“No, it’s so right. It’s so damn good.”
Her cheeks were flushed, and her hairline was wet from perspiration. And then he let loose and fucked her in long, hard strokes. Over and over he slammed into her, loving the sounds of pleasure and pain she made, how she asked him to stop, but begged him to go on. He was going to come, and it was going to be the sweetest fucking thing.
She looked at him with a wide, frightened expression, blinked a few times, and when he thrust especially hard into her he loved that her eyes rolled back into her head. Thrusting into her once more, he pulled out only long enough to take hold of her hips, flip her onto her belly, and kick her legs apart again with his knee. Her ass was big and fleshy, and he loved it. He smacked her right ass cheek with his open palm. A gasp left her, and he repeated the act to her left cheek. Ryker then slipped his finger through her pussy, gathered her moisture, and used his other hand to spread her ass apart. He moved his now cream-soaked digit to her anus, and ran the tip along the puckered hole.
“I’m going to fuck your ass before we’re done here, Fiona.” He placed the tip of his cock back at her pussy, held onto her waist, and thrust into her in one deep, hard move. Her cry was muffled because her face was pressed into the mattress. He slammed into her, held his position for a second, and then pulled out slowly. Ryker couldn’t stop staring at the puckered hole of her bottom. He slipped the same pussy-cream-slicked finger over her anus again, teased the hole, and then pushed it inside.
He pumped into her over and over again, and then stilled completely and spread her ass as far as it would go. When he pulled out of her pussy, he immediately gathered more of her wetness and smoothed it over her anus until the hole glistened with her arousal. His cock was already soaked from fucking her, and he knew he had enough lube covering him. He might have taken her against her will, but he wasn’t a sadist in the sense that he wanted her hurt solely for his pleasure.
“God yes, Fiona.” He slipped his finger inside of her until he was two knuckles deep and groaned. “You have no idea how much it turns me on seeing you this vulnerable.” He removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of his erection. There was resistance as he pushed through the tight ring of muscle, but then he was fully in her. He only gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size before he started moving in and out very slowly. He moved way only long enough to grab a small bottle of lube from the bedside dresser, and then was covering his cock and her anus with the slick liquid. After several minutes, when he felt her start to relax, he picked up his speed. He was crazed in his movements, pounding into her body like he owned it. But he did own her, every part of her.
He used his other hand and gripped a chunk of her hair, pulled her head back until her throat was arched, and groaned out. She came right then, opening her mouth and crying in pleasure. Her ass tightened around his cock, and he growled, thrusting several more times into her before pulling out right at the last minute. He took hold of the base of his dick and stroked himself feverishly until white arcs of cum came out of the tip of his cock and covered her ass. His orgasm went on and on, and he watched in a euphoric, drugged-out haze as his semen slid down the crease of her bottom and covered her pussy.
She was trying to catch her breath, but her eyes were closed and she stayed on her belly. Ryker pulled her close, not caring that both of them were sweaty, or that she was covered in his cum. She didn’t fight him, and for that he was thankful, but he also didn’t trust her completely. He pulled the sheets up and over them and stared at the back of her head. He felt her stiffen, but he had known that after he had fucked her this would be the outcome. She had been in the moment with him, but most likely she was thinking about what they had done and processing her reaction to it all. She had been taken by him against her will, so clearly she was still afraid, even after crying out from her orgasm. He pulled her closer and tucked her against his chest.
It felt good to hold someone, and having Fiona this close made the coldness in him thaw slightly.
Chapter Nine
Fiona dried her hair listening to Ryker in the bathroom. It was morning and she was hungry, but she didn’t want to leave the bedroom without his permission. Running off last night had been a mistake. Her pussy heated thinking about what had actually gone down. He’d caught her, punished her, scared her, and fucked her. She had wanted it all, had begged for it. Afterwards, he had held her tight against him with his white cum still covering her ass.
Not only had he taken her pussy last night but he’d fucked her ass, and she’d loved it. How could she love something like that? The very thought of him taking her again like that, turned her on. She was sick, yet she wouldn’t run away. No, she wanted him again. Fiona didn’t want this kind of pleasure to end.
That morning she’d woken up to find him staring down at her. His cum had dried on her skin. Without a word spoken between them he had carried her to the bathroom. He’d washed his cum off her then washed her hair. She now sat on the bed with the towel wrapped around her body, and another in her hand to dry her hair.
The shower turned off, and seconds later Ryker stood in the doorway to look at her. He had a towel around his hips, but his hair was wet. He wasn’t doing anything about his wet hair.
“Are you going to run screaming?” he asked.
“No.”
“Are you going to run again?”
She licked her lips, taking her time to answer even though she knew she wasn’t going to go anywhere. Would he believe her if she gave in so easily?
“No, I’m not going to run anywhere.”
“You’re going to do as you’re told.”
“Yes.” Her life hadn’t felt wonderful in a long time. All she needed to do was remember the feel of his cock inside her to remind her that he’d given her wonderful last night. He had given her downright dirty.
“Stand up.”
She stood, dropping the towel she’d been using for her hair onto the bed.
“Drop the towel.”
“I did.”
“The one that is covering your body from me. Drop it.”
Last night she’d been in a haze, an aroused haze. This morning, she was very much aware of her body that wasn’t perfect.
“Drop it, Fiona.”
She dropped the towel to the floor, fisting her hands at her sides when he told her not to cover herself. This was hard for her to do. She’d never had a nice body to look at. Food was her comfort in life, helping her deal with her problems.
The towel he wore was on the floor a second later. Staring at his cock, she saw he was rock hard.
You had that in your ass.
He was huge, not average, or large, but huge. How on earth did he fit inside her? She didn’t get any answers to her questions. Ryker fit, and she loved it, end of story.
“Do you like what you see?”
“Yes.” Her mouth went dry. She wanted to feel his cock in her mouth, to give him the same kind of pleasure he’d given her last night.
“Get on your knees, Fiona, and crawl to me.”
She did as he asked without hesitation, crawling over the carpeted floor toward him. Fiona stayed on her hands and knees, stopping as his legs
came in sight.
“Look up at me.”
Returning her gaze to his, she saw him working his cock out of the corner of her eye.
“You want to taste me?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Then taste me, Fiona.” He quickly gripped her chin, forcing her to look at him. “I’ll warn you, bite me and you’ll regret it.”
“I won’t bite you.” She only wanted to give him the same kind of pleasure that he’d given her.
“Good.”
She went to her knees, wrapping her fingers around the length of his cock. Working from the root, she moved her hands to the tip, smearing his pre-cum all over.
“Your hands are cold.”
Fiona released his cock, rubbing her hands together to warm them up. He stared at her with a smile. When her hands were warm, she returned her attention back to him. He didn’t hiss or curse as she touched him.
For several seconds she worked his cock with her hand. Her mouth watered for a taste of the pre-cum that was leaking in copious amounts out of his little slit. Without waiting for his instruction, she opened her mouth and took him inside.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck, suck hard.”
She sucked hard on the root of him, moaning as he hit the back of her throat. His fingers sank into her hair, tightening his fist in the length. She groaned around his cock as he tugged on her hair. The bite of pain was enough to set off her own arousal. With her free hand she started to stroke her clit.
“No, don’t touch yourself. You don’t get to touch yourself until I’m ready for you to come.”
Ryker gripped her hair, setting the pace of how he wanted his cock to be sucked. “When I hit the back of your throat, breathe out of your nose. Don’t panic. I will not kill you or suffocate you.”
Staring up the length of his body, she waited as he slowly moved into her mouth. He hit the back of her throat, and it was hard for her not to gag on the length.
“Through your nose.”
She focused on breathing as she swallowed him down. When she couldn’t stand him any longer, he withdrew. Over and over he did this until she could take more of him.
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