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Finally resigning herself to what was happening, Bri just wanted to get it over with. Unfortunately, that would be too easy. He’d always been a patient torturer, dragging out the pain… and pleasure… until he got what he wanted.
And that was usually making her beg to be fucked.
His palms were cool against the globes of her ass. His touch was deceivingly gentle, massaging as he broke the silence.
“Christ, I’ve missed you, Bri. I can’t find anyone who marks this beautifully. Who moans so perfectly—part pain, part pleasure.” His fingers slipped into the cleft of her pussy, grazing just lightly enough to bring a zing of pleasure. “No one comes close to being able to take what I need to dish out.”
She hated herself for wiggling against his fingers, desperate for more pressure. A little friction was all she needed. But then his fingers moved higher, taking her copious wetness with them as they strayed higher… and…
NO!
His wet finger pressed against the pucker of her anus. Adrenalin kicked in as she pushed her torso up off the cushion, flailing to escape. Anal had always been off-limits. It was the one and only line she’d laid down that Jake had ever respected. Until he thrust a digit inside her ass, she had naively never considered that he would break yet another promise today.
She hated the tape across her mouth. She grunted and groaned as she thrashed wildly, displaying her fury at his continued exploration in her forbidden place. One digit turned to two as his other hand pressed between her shoulder blades, forcing her face back into the cushion. God, she wished he’d just go back to whipping her. She’d take the pain any day over the confusing arousal and dirtiness his fingers were strumming instead.
“So fucking tight. I’m curious, Bri. Have you given this hole to Lambert yet or have you been saving it for me?”
If he took the tape off, she’d have told him to fuck off, but since that would only egg him on, she grunted instead.
The slap of his palm on her heated bottom surprised her, reigniting the pain left by the tawse just as he started finger fucking her virgin hole. She was unprepared for the foreign pressure that felt better than she wanted to admit.
And then a second later, he was gone. The only sound in the room was her own gasping breaths as she fought to get enough air in through her running nose. That was until she heard the unmistakable flick of Jake’s leather belt being pulled out of the loops of his jeans.
She almost came from the snap of the leather tip exiting his pants alone, and the fucker’s chuckle at her expense proved he knew it.
“See how nice I am? I know you’d never ask me for it, but you’ve missed my belt.”
Bri would rather cut her right arm off than admit he was right—but he was. The second the worn strip of leather laid across the heated skin of her ass, something inside her just clicked into place. It was as if she’d been walking around with a piece of herself missing, and the belt magically made her whole.
How she wanted to hate it—to feel only the pain the leather brought, but with each loud crack the pain burned deeper, touching that magical place she liked to call herhappy place. Her orgasm was close, just out of reach. If only he’d deliver the punishment lashes a bit faster… a tad harder. He edged her for what felt like an eternity but was probably only minutes.
Bri pushed down her panic as she realized he was surely leaving bruises and welts that wouldn’t fade nearly fast enough. Just thinking about how she was going to hide the evidence of the whipping helped to douse her high. As a masochist, her body craved what Jake was delivering, but her brain still rejected it. She fought to keep from coming.
Fought and failed.
Her scream behind the tape was guttural as Jake’s hard cock pierced her pussy, balls deep in one thrust. He bottomed out, his fingers digging into her hips, as he yanked himself in and out at a brutal pace. The slapping of their bodies crashing together was only drowned out by the grunts of their shared exertion.
The pain as his long shaft crashed against her cervix finally succeeded at driving her to her happy place—the elusive orgasmic high she only achieved through pain. Stars blurred her vision as her core contracted, her heart pounding faster than his thrusts.
“Christ, I’ve missed your cunt’s tight squeeze as you come.” He started slapping her burning ass cheek. “Fucking come again… I know Vanilla doesn’t have a clue how to make you shatter like I do.”
It was impossible to stave off his raunchy order. His ramming erection partnered with the blistering spanking pelting her already striped bottom was her kryptonite, and Jake knew it. Brianna fought to hold onto her vision of Markus, but she eventually fell into an orgasmic trance where she let wave after wave of pleasure crash over her, chasing away everything but her sexual need.
Jake fucked her like a machine. The pace was brutal, and his staying power, remarkable. She’d just started to come down from her string of bliss when he finally pulled out, leaving her heaving to catch her breath, face down into the cushion.
Right on time, crushing regret and shame for allowing this to happen was just settling in when Jake proved once again that he was evil incarnate. Of all of the horrendous things he’d done to her over the years, he just couldn’t stop trying to one-up himself.
“See how nice I am? I’m gonna use lube for your first anal fuck. I’ve been waiting to bugger this tight pucker of yours since I saw you last fall.”
Brianna lost it. She flailed, fighting like a madwoman to get free of the ropes. She grunted and screamed, but the damn tape stole her objections, leaving her abuser to chuckle at her expense.
Wetness dribbled between her butt cheeks. She struggled hard enough that the chair rocked back and forth, but it was too heavy for her to get away from the probing fingers scissoring in her untested hole.
Despite her technically being raped already, it wasn’t until she felt the tip of Jake’s cock pressing against her tight ring that she felt the true weight of his violation. Up until now he’d only done to her what he’d done hundreds of times in the past when she’d been stupid enough to allow him in her life. But now—if he pressed forward, knowing she would never consent to this invasion—it was sexual assault in its rawest form.
His cock stabbed forward in a brutal thrust that violated her untried hole. The fucker plunged his hand into her long, knotted hair, yanking her upper body up far enough that he could clamp his left hand across her taped mouth.
Forcing her back to arch until it hurt, Jake grunted against her ear as he filled her ass again. “You’re even tighter than I’d dreamed, but we can’t have you making so much noise. I’d hate to have our fun interrupted by a nosy housekeeper.”
