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“Wait?” he scoffs. “You couldn’t take a couple minutes. We’re done here.”
“No, whoever is outside of that door is done. I’m not. I’m not saying the word. Go ahead. Say yours. Give up. But then I win.” Repressed Whitney gives me a high five. Challenging the man that could easily smother the life out of me is a gamble, but my rock-solid nipples and dripping cunt don’t care. I know I’ve won when the snick of a switchblade echoes through the night chill.
His hand winds through my hair and lifts my head. He places the blade against the skin pulled tight over the column of my neck. “You want to play? I’ll play.” Carefully, I turn my face into the mattress, hoping to hide the wicked grin spreading across my face. But I’m not careful enough. The hot, metallic scent of blood precedes the sting of the knife biting into my throat. He’s unshaven, his whiskers are rough against my cheek as he jerks me back. “This is gonna hurt. I don’t think a pampered princess like you can take it.”
“I think your mommy complex has gotten way out of hand. But please, insult me first if that’s what you need to get your dick hard.” His eyes glint with an emotion I can’t identify at my refusal to roll over and take his judgement. I swallow hard and the knife bites a second hash mark. A bead of blood gathers and rolls down my neck, slipping past the loose collar of my pajamas. It rolls between my breasts. A low laugh rumbles into my ear, vibrating straight to my clit.
He releases my hair, taking the delicious sting with him. I bounce on the bed as he dismounts. My body is spun around as he jerks my pants off. He uses the knife to cut the sides of my panties and rips open my top. He steps back and surveys my heaving, naked chest. “Still can’t get him up, big man?” I taunt. Fuck him and fuck his tiny blade. And fuck whoever interrupted my round from outside. This is my game. I’m going to win.
A feral grin spreads across his face, his teeth glinting through dark stubble. His eyes are burning pits, so dark I can’t see his pupils. He flips me over so fast my shoulders wrench and the rough rope tied around my wrists dig and bite past the last layer of abraided skin. Blood drips onto the small of my back, running down the grove of my spine when he lifts me by my hips. He tucks my knees underneath me and slaps my ass. Hard.
The sound of his belt and then his zipper fill the room. He slaps me again, so hard it drives my face into the mattress. I yelp. His warm palm rubs my smarting flesh. The sensation is new and strange, and I love it. My arousal runs down the inside of my thigh. I’m tempted to arch my spine and lean back, but ready and willing isn’t the game we’re playing. “Aww, that’s sweet,” I purr.
He jams two fingers into my cunt, curling them, then runs them up my slit, his fingernails scrap against my swollen flesh and it’s all I can do not to whine. My pussy is clenching, weeping with anticipation.
I want him to drive his cock into me with no warning. I’m desperate for him to slam his hips into my ass so hard he fucks me right off the other side of the bed. He grabs my shoulders and slams my upper body against his chest. His arm bands across my tits, squishing them painfully. His hard, thick as fuck cock is wedged against the crack of my ass. My clit throbs and my pussy spasms, releasing another trail of wet down the inside of my thigh. “Do you really believe this is just a game? Did nothing about the whole process strike you as odd? What kind of stupid bitch signs a contract like that?” Warm pants of minty breath ghost across my cheek. His chest is hard, his pecs bulging into my shoulder blades. This man has the body of a god. His skin is hot, his natural spicy musk filling my nose as I breath hard with him. The thought of licking up the ridges of his abdomen makes my thighs tremble.
“What kind of dumb motherfucker sneaks into a girl’s room and quits the first time his peeping tom boyfriend cries foul?” I retort. Before the words are all the way out of my mouth, I bend my knees and drop into a squat. My fingers fumble as I try to wrap them around his girth. His cock is massive, like a flagpole compared to Jason’s pencil. I squeeze hard. Wild Whitney gloats in satisfaction when he grunts.
He whips to the side, lifting a knee knocking me flat on my stomach. I let go of his dick, shocked by the sudden movement. I hear some shuffling noises before he crawls onto the bed, flipping me over to my back, while spinning back to the head of the bed. Before I can blink, he’s split open my thighs. He must have kicked off his pants because he’s naked as fuck, his cock fully erect in the glowing moonlight.
“Look at the malleable kitten morph into a fully clawed wildcat.” He reaches over the bed and patting around the bunched-up bedding.
“Do you remember your words?” I sneer. As exciting as it is to be thrown about and play dangerous games with a handsome stranger, there is something about this round that has cracked me open. I’ve spent years rolling over, shutting my mouth, and trying to be grateful for the few, unsatisfying scraps of affection that were tossed my way. I want more. I want everything I deserve. I want to be impaled on the fat gorgeous cock bobbing in front of me. And I want it now.
I pick up my foot and place it on his chest. “Fuck me like you hate me or get out.”
He almost breaks. The corner of his lip quirks, just once, but I see it. I raise an eyebrow. He grabs his dick and lines up.
I close my eyes and exhale. Finally. Finally, I’m getting the dick I deserve. I take a deep breath. His hips slam forward, his cock stretching me wide as he plunges in all the way to the hilt. Only . . . My vagina isn’t the only hole being invaded. Something cooler than flesh breaches my virgin asshole at the same time, stretching the tight ring to the breaking point.
The sounds coming out of my mouth belong to suppressed Whitney. I’ve never made nor heard the kinds of moans that fill my ears as he hammers into me. Every thrust forces me to a higher plane of existence. The ridges of his flesh slides against tissue that has never been stretched the way it is right now.
I can’t think. I can’t talk. I can’t fight back. Although my ass is on fire, I can feel every veiny inch of him as he takes me.
I’ll never be the same. This man is ruining me. This odd, slightly bungled, sexual encounter has become the fantasy I didn’t know I had.
He doesn’t touch my clit. He doesn’t fondle my breasts. He just hangs onto my thighs, leaning his weight against my legs, increasing the stretch of flesh already spread to the breaking point. He’s like a machine, fucking me with military precision as I writhe beneath him. He continues to drive into me, never breaking strike, through one, two, three, mind blowing orgasms. After the third I beg for mercy. “I can’t. I can’t cum again,” I whine, the words bouncing as he pistons in and out of my still slick cunt.
“Say the word, Whitney.”
“Fuck you,” I grunt. My shoulders are screaming. The two cuts on my throat throb. My ass doesn’t hurt so much now, but my pussy . . . My pussy has crossed the finish line three times and wants to be done with the race. “I’ll never say the word.”
“I’ll make you say the word,” he grunts, a thread of real anger winding through the snapped retort.
“You—” I never get the last insult out. He leans back, without a single hitch to his punishing rhythm, and spits on my clit. His fingers splay over my pubis, curling in and digging into the softness of my belly as his thumb flickers over the tiny bundle of nerves stretched flat by his girth. I spasm in waves around him, as he cums right on my heels, the flex of his arm almost breaking my leg in half as he hugs one thigh against his chest. My head lolls against the mattress as rainbow bubbles dance in the low light of the room.
The bartender sits back, still on his knees, pulling me along with him. He runs a hand tenderly up my leg, placing a tender kiss on the inside of my knee. “You okay?”
I shrug, letting a sex-hazed smile cross my face. Might as well be honest. “I’m fucking fantastic. I’d like to try it again, maybe outside, in the dirt. Maybe you chase me a little first?”
“That could be arranged,” he says slowly, his head tilting as he studies me from a new angle.
“Do you think we could take the rope off now? I think my wrists are bleeding. It hurts . . . a lot,” I add quietly, rolling to the side so he can get at the rope. I don’t want to complain, but I don’t want to be removed from the game for injuries either.
He sucks in a sharp inhale, carefully setting my leg back to the mattress as he scooches up to the spot where my hands are tied behind my back. There’s a loud bang as glass shatters. Both of our heads whip to the left. Tanner storms into the bedroom. He grabs the bartender by the collar, dragging the bartender off the bed and tossing him onto the floor. “I fucking told you,” he roars. “I told you you’d hurt her.”
Both of us begin protesting. It’s true, I’m technically hurt, but the abraded skin on my wrists is totally worth the pounding I just got.
