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He nods slightly and then his expression changes.
His eyes go dark. His brows come together as he narrows his eyes at me and slides his hand from my face to my throat. He leans over, squeezing slightly but not constricting my airflow. I reach up to place my hands on his shoulders, but he gathers both of my wrists and slams my hands against the floor above my head.
“You’ve wanted this for a while,” he says, growling into my ear. “You know you have, you slut. You want it, and you’re going to get it no matter how much you fight me.”
Cree grabs my breast roughly, still holding my wrists above my head with his other hand.
“You going to fight this?” he says.
I shudder and moan. I close my eyes and try to relax so I can just feel what he’s doing to me, but he stops and grabs my chin.
“Fight me.” He stares into my eyes, pleading.
Suddenly, it hits me, and I truly understand what he’s saying.
He really wants me to try to fight him off. I swallow hard, trying to decide how I feel about it with no time to analyze my thoughts. All that comes to mind is a book I read as a teen and the plague of rape fantasies that followed. I’d felt so guilty the
n when I orgasmed from the thoughts, and I feel the same sense of shame creeping over my body now. I feel my face heat up as I realize this is my opportunity to live out such a fantasy.
I stare back at Cree’s face for a moment, smile slightly, and then yell at him.
“Get off of me!” I twist my hands until they’re free of his grip and them shove at his chest.
Cree’s eyes widen for a second, and he gives me the slightest smile before his face goes dark again.
“Is that all you got?” He grins as he grabs my hands and holds them out to my sides. “You are just a slut, aren’t you? You want to get fucked.”
I twist and turn under him, but he lies on top of me, preventing most of my movements. He presses his mouth to mine—hard—and I feel his tongue up against mine. I continue to struggle weakly under him as he pulls back and places his hand over my throat again.
“You’re going to spread those legs for me,” he says darkly. “And you’re going to get fucked. Best accept that now.”
I bring my legs up and try to pull my knees together to kick him off, but he’s too fast. He grabs one leg and holds it down while his other hand grabs my hip. He flips me over onto my stomach and quickly grabs my hands again. He holds them together at the small of my back and pushes my face back to the floor.
“Spread your fucking legs!” he yells, pushing my thighs apart with his knees.
I try to struggle again, but I’m getting tired. It’s hard to move at all with my hands pinned behind me, and he’s much stronger than I am. I feel his fingers between my legs and then inside of me.
“I knew you’d be wet,” he says with a laugh.
And again, he positions himself and slams into me. The force of his penetration causes me to slide forward, but he pulls back on my hip, keeping me in place.
My hip throbs where his fingers dig into my flesh. My shoulders strain against the awkward position. My knees ache as he pounds into me over and over again. Every muscle fatigues as I try to shift myself away from him. All the while, my body tingles and my clit throbs at the sensations.
This is so wrong.
I feel dirty. I feel like I shouldn’t be enjoying this, but my legs are shaking with the buildup. Even as I try to dislodge him, my body is screaming for more. Though the safeword Cree gave me is fresh in my mind, I have no desire to use it.
“Cree!” I cry out, only to receive a sharp smack on my backside.
“Shut up and take it.”
His words are enough to take me over the edge. I still my movements and hold my breath as the orgasm sweeps through me in a flood of sensation and conflicting emotions. When I’m able to breathe again, I nearly collapse.
Cree wraps an arm around my torso, slowing his movements as he leans across my back and breathes hot air against my neck.
“Maybe I’ll rip this condom off and come in you. You’d be a good little cum slut, wouldn’t you? Take it all, right in your pussy.”
“No!” I shove at him, arching my back and twisting my hips. The sudden movement causes him to slip out of me, and I try to crawl forward.
