He flung it aside and I scooted back across the bed as he advanced. “Don’t you come near me you fucking asshole.” I threw every derogatory word I could think of at his head but all he did was smile as he started to get undressed again after removing the tray from the bed.
“No.” I knew what that meant, and I hated my body for reacting. How could I want him? Don’t I have any pride left? How could my body want his after what he’d done to me?
Still my eyes were drawn to that thick length between his thighs and my pussy leaked and clenched in need. He grinned and my eyes flew to his. He knew the bastard.
I wanted to smash his face in right then and there. I don’t know what got into me, I knew it was futile, but as soon as he put his knee on the bed I came up swinging.
He just laughed and wrestled me into subjection and I hated the fact that I liked his hands on me. I liked the way he pushed me over onto my stomach and held me down forcefully. What the hell has gotten into me?
I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me, bed and all, when he pushed his hand between my thighs from behind and felt my need.
“Umm, look at that. Your pussy’s all wet and I haven’t even started you bad girl.”
“I wonder what daddy would say if he knew you like it rough? None of those preppy boys for you huh. Maybe I’ll keep you after all instead of sending you back.”
Sending me back? What the hell was he talking about? Who cares? This fiend had the nerve to say this stuff to me while pushing his fingers in and out of me.
“Can you hear your pussy? Hear that sound she makes when you’re all wet and hungry for me?” Damn my body.
“Fuck you.” I tried spitting at him but I didn’t have the right angle and it just landed on my shoulder.
“No, fuck you.” I screamed or at least tried to when I felt him drive himself into me from behind. All of it, in one deep stroke. This is it I’m going to die. He fucked me harder than he ever has. I happened to catch a glimpse of us in the mirror and it was only then that I realized he was angry. What the hell did he have to be pissed about? I’m the one being wronged here.
“Stop Damien, you’re killing me.” Not really, but I was too ashamed of my body’s response to what he was doing to me. I don’t think I’ve ever been this wet. I should’ve known he’d scoff, make little of my words.
“I wonder what the headlines would say.” He whispered in my ear as he thrust into my body. “Young beauty queen fucked to death by monster cock. Details at eleven.” He’s twisted.
“I hate you.” Even as I said it my hips were moving, pushing back into him for more. He felt extremely hard tonight, harder than usual and he was hitting all the right places inside that kept me wet and hungry.
It felt like a baseball bat had been shoved up inside me and the harder he pounded into me the more my body responded, making my shame complete. I didn’t want to give into him like this, but I couldn’t get away even if I wanted to. His hand on my tummy held me in place for his fierce thrusts into my body.
If I could just listen to his body, believe in what it said, all these new fears and worries would slip away. He’s confusing me, my mind at least. But my body knows what it wants.
I fought back tears of hurt and frustration but they escaped anyway as he changed up and fucked me slower, softer while he whispered in my ear.
17
Ava
The burning feeling between my thighs, his lips at my ear, I had no defense against the assault to my senses , and it wasn’t long before my body betrayed me again as he nibbled my neck before sinking his teeth into it and making me cum around his cock.
“Tell me again how you don’t want this, want me.” I couldn’t think of a thing to say, my mind had gone blank from his second stroke into my body. Just then right on the heel of his words his other hand came around and I felt his fingers on my clit.
“Oh”! It didn’t take much for them to have me moaning and pushing back on his cock like a bitch in heat. He laughed and talked about my body’s reaction and I wanted to turn around and bite him.
“Now I have to punish you.” What had he been doing all this time? The man is insane. He reached over to the nightstand for the rope which only drove him deeper into me. He tied my arms behind my back, taking away all control.
I felt him moving around, pulling my hips this way and that. What was he up to now? He got off the bed, his cock still lodged inside of me and took my hips in his hands as he pulled me around.
His cock felt harder, deeper as he pounded into me with full force. He pulled on the rope that tied my hands together and I felt him pull out of my body only to slam back in again and I lost all train of thought.
My mouth hung open as wide as my eyes as I knelt almost suspended on the bed. The only movement was the back and forth of my body caused by his slamming into me from behind.
I saw the comical expression on my face in the mirror and let my eyes travel up until they met his. I could’ve died of embarrassment and held my breath waiting for his next snide remark. But it never came.
Then I realized that although he’d threatened he wasn’t really punishing me, at least not in the conventional sense of the word. No the sadistic son of a bitch had found another way to torment me; he was using my own body to shame me.
Why else would he place light kisses along my neck and run his hands gently up and down my stomach until he reached between my thighs? And once there, why would he play his fingers so beautifully against my swollen clit until I was ready to beg and plead for him not to stop?
“What happened to all that lip you had before huh?” He leaned over my arched back and bit into my nape. Not in the usual place a man would mark a woman, but right in the center over that place where my neck met my spine. “I can feel you tightening around my cock and your pussy’s so fucking wet, umm.”
“I…” It was as far as I got before he pulled out slowly, and just when I thought the sweet pleasure-pain was at an end, that maybe now he’d take it easy, he slammed back into me so hard he knocked the wind out of me.
I bit my tongue to hold back the screams but I couldn’t hide my body’s natural reaction. He knew that this is what I wanted, that I have no resistance to his own special brand of fucking.
But when I felt my body weakening again, giving into him once more, I lashed out. I wanted to make him hurt as much as I was hurting. Since my hands were bound I only had my tongue and I put it to good use.
“I hate you. You’ll never be the man my father is, you’re nothing but a thug who…”
“Your pussy loves this thug though doesn’t it?” He laughed at me, like he knew what I was trying to do. Of course he knew, even while I’m yelling at him my stupid body is telling him the truth.
Then he really made me pay for my outburst. Instead of hard punishing thrusts, the fiend became gentler. His hands when they cupped my breasts were tender, and he moved in and out of my body slowly now, as if we were lovers. This was worst. This would make me believe anything he said.
I have to stop this, have to end this before it’s too late. Before I do something as stupid as falling completely in love with this monster. I didn’t want his soft caresses. I’d already given him too much of myself.
Think Ava think. “Please, my arms hurt.” I made my voice as pained as possible though it wasn’t really much of a stretch, my arms did burn like fire. The problem was I was beginning to like it.
Just like everything else he’d done to me I was beginning to crave the sweet pleasure pain I get from being tied and at his mercy.
“You promise to behave if I untie you, hmm? Are you going to be my good girl?” I nodded my head as my heart raced. “Yes!” I held still waiting for his next move. As soon as he freed my arms I kicked out trying to reach his balls but once again he was too fast for me.
His laughter only infuriated me more and when he pushed me down on the bed and surged into me I felt hot tears of shame as my body answered his. He laughed again and buried his
face in my neck taking the flesh between his teeth.
I closed my eyes and tried to ignore the way he made me feel. I bit my lip until it bled to keep the moans from escaping but I should’ve known he wouldn’t allow that.
“Oh no you don’t. Let me hear those screams.” He pinched my nipple, stroked my clit, and bit into my neck as he plowed his length into me. “Cum.” My body flew up and away as I threw my head back against his shoulder and screamed.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl.” His words made me feel warm all over and I felt liquid heat rush from my body. His deep groan told me he felt it too. “Again.” I was afraid of what would happen next if I gave into him.
“Squeeze.” I did my best but my insides were a quivering mass of goo and I had very little control left. “Please…” He pinched my clit.
“I said cum princess.”
I screamed and thrashed on his cock not understanding how just his voice saying those words could make my body obey his command. And when I finally felt his release pulsing inside me my body drank it in greedily.
18
Damien
Well this is a fine fucking mess you’ve got yourself into this time you fuck. You’ve really fucked up royally Rosetti. We’ve been fighting for the past two days. Every time I go anywhere near her she starts her shit. But the thing is I know she doesn’t mean it. No more than I ever meant to hurt her.
I’ve fucked her until we were both raw in some kind of misguided hope that I can make her want to stay with me, that I can get her over her mad. I’ve tried telling her my side again but it all seems to just go right over her stubborn fuck head.
Now I’m here twiddling my thumbs when I have shit to do because I can’t come to terms with her leaving me. Her old man had come through on his end and I’d already dispatched the other asshole to hell. I was supposed to let her go yesterday but kept coming up with excuses not to.
The problem is, I’m a man of my word and I cannot go back. How the fuck was I to know she’d haunt my ass before she was even gone? That the thought of rolling over in the morning and not being able to slide into her would make me nuts.
“Fuck this shit.” I left the home office and went back upstairs where I’d left her fussy ass in my bed. As soon as the door opened and I saw her I got mad as fuck. I didn’t like her having this kind of power over me.
I should be able to walk the fuck away without a second thought. I’ve done it countless times before so why now? Why her? I’ve been asking myself that same question all last night.
Her eyes followed me as I moved into the room unbuttoning my shirt. I wonder if she knew she’d lost that look of anger and hate from her eyes. If she knew that her eyes were now full of hunger and need.
That was part of the problem. If she’d honestly held onto that anger I maybe would’ve been able to let her go for her sake. But as it turns out she’d only been hurt. Hurt by my betrayal as she saw it.
But even with the hurt and sadness each time I reached for her she let me have her. And once I got inside her there was no way for her to hide the fact that she loved what I was doing to her. The girl is a fucking nut.
When she wasn’t cussing at me and calling me all manner of vile things because she had to prove a point, she was soft and sweet, cooing for my cock. What the fuck am I supposed to do with that shit?
I know that most of the women I’ve dealt with were on my dick for either my money or my looks. Bunch a coldhearted fucks. But I’d chosen them for that very reason.
I never wanted attachments, so I steered clear of anyone who I suspected would even remotely get a rise out of me. Some of them had professed undying love of course. Like I believed their lying asses. But this one, I can’t figure her out.
I stripped without saying a word to her before making my way over to the bed. I’ll never get enough of looking at her, she’s so fucking gorgeous it aches. She tried escaping to the other side of the bed but I snagged her and pulled her back to me. “Where you going?”
I straddled her on the bed, keeping my eyes on hers as I led my cock to her mouth. When she refused to open up I just simply squeezed her jaw and slipped my cockhead past her lips. “If you bite me I’ll tan your little ass.”
She shot daggers at me with those eyes and I hated to see the fear that came and went. It flashed in her eyes before she closed them. Which was just as well or she’d have seen my reaction to her fear, or worse yet that I was full of shit.
I barely restrained myself from reaching out to caress her cheek and tell her that everything was going to be okay. That little bit of softness pissed me off all over again and I threw it off. There was no point in me feeling anything for her. I have to give her back.
“Suck me off.” I made a little thrusting motion and her eyes flew open. I knew she wanted to spit fire at me with that mouth of hers but I had better uses for it and told her so.
I fisted her hair and fucked into her mouth slowly so as not to hurt her. Then I proceeded to face fucked her until pre-cum dribbled down the sides of her mouth and her tonsils tickled my cock slit.
I pulled her head harder onto my cock and fucked into her neck a couple times before pulling my dick out of her throat and flipping her over on her stomach so I could see her fine ass.
I had the need to get balls deep in her pussy with her on her hands and knees before me. It had fast become my favorite position to take her in. Not only did it allow me to fuck her deeper, but I love those pussy hurt noises she makes when I’m doing her rough from behind. She was already trying to scramble away but I pulled her back easily enough by her hair.
“You know you want me to fuck stop pretending.” She growled some shit at me that made me laugh. She’s too fucking cute.
Before she could start her shit I grabbed the rope and pulled her hands behind her back and tied them together.
I spanked her pretty ass once just for the hell of it and when she looked back over her shoulder at me with fire in her eyes, I pushed my cock into her, stretching her tight pink pussy wide open.
I saw it in her eyes, she was expecting me to fuck her like a bull the way I did the last time she pissed me off. I had something for her ass. Instead of the hard pounding she was accustomed to, I fucked her slow and deep.
I wanted everything she had to give. This might be the last time I have her and fuck if that wasn’t messing with my head. I can’t let you go. I almost said those words out loud, almost gave away too much.
I tried to push away all those feelings that were tripping me up and concentrated on fucking her. I pulled out all the stops, almost like in the back of my mind I thought I could fuck her into never forgetting me, never wanting to let go.
Her moans and grunts weren’t long in coming and her pussy tightened and released around my cock as it plowed into her.
“Cock that ass in the air.” I didn’t even have to spank her ass to get her to obey me.
Her ass went up and my cock went deep into her belly. I placed a hand under her tummy and fucked into her until her juices covered my rod. Her pussy was hot and tight as fuck even though I’d done my best in the last few days to stretch that shit out.
I wanted to make sure that by the time I was done with her no other dick was gonna satisfy her. That each time she got the itch she’d remember me, only me. Now maybe wasn’t such a good time to be thinking about this shit. Not with everything else that was going on. Not with me this close to losing my shit.
Because the thought of her letting some other asshole have her pissed me the fuck off and since I wasn’t in my rational place I wrapped my hand around her throat pulling her head back before common sense stepped in. What the fuck Damien, she’s not yours. That little bit of truth stopped me mid-stroke.
I looked down at her as if seeing her for the first time and didn’t like nor appreciate the feeling of loss that rushed through me. Once again I found myself fighting thoughts of forever, and pushing pointless longings aside.
But because of what was going t
hrough my mind, because I knew that this really might be the last time we shared this together, something inside me softened. That same something that I’ve been fighting all week.
So instead of punishing her for my own thoughts or for some day finding someone else to share this with, I nipped her jaw as I surged into her. My hands gentled when they touched her and she, she responded beautifully after she noticed the change in me.
It’s always like this between us. We always start off hard and fast only to segue into something more reminiscent of love. It’s what’s going to kill me I’m sure, when she finally leaves. But my mind shied away from thoughts of that too as I felt her clench around my cock for the last time.
“You squeeze my cock so good baby.” I liked this part of our game. When her defenses are down and she forgot that we were enemies. It’s one of the things that had kept me coming back for more even though it meant having to withstand that mouth of hers to get here. Like the cream in the middle of some sweet concoction.
She pushed her ass back at me and moved her hips from side to side, trying to get more of my cock in her. “You want me to womb fuck you baby, is that what you want?”
I knew she wouldn’t answer, that she’d just let her body do the talking for her. I’d fucked around with her womb by mistake once when I got carried away and fucked into her too hard.
She’d screamed bloody murder but she’d cum as hard as I’ve ever seen. Since then I knew she was scared of that shit because she hisses whenever I get anywhere near her cervix.
But the wild thrusting of her hips now told me she was ready to feel that sweet pain again. My heart raced at the thought of what else I might be giving her once I plant my seed in her womb. It’s something I’ve been giving a lot of thought to lately, in the last few days since it became apparent that I was gonna have to give her back.
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