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Daiman stopped moving. “What’s on your mind?”
I swallowed hard and wrapped my legs around his waist, dragging him against me and moaning as his dick slid up and rested on my pelvis. Taking a deep breath, I gathered my courage.
“I want you to be rough with me. Choke me, slap me, call me every degrading name you can think of . . .”
Daiman’s eyes darkened, and his nostrils flared.
“Even forcing me to . . .”
“Go on. Finish what you were saying.” Daiman’s lips slowly curled into a devilish smile that was both gorgeous and terrifying.
“I-I want you to rape me.” I’d heard it called consensual non-consent. Or, as others put it, rape fantasy. I’d done some research about it and how couples would role-play. It could be freeing and could even help overcome trauma. Or it was just simply a kink someone wanted to explore in a safe setting. But because of what my dad had done, I wanted that power back. I wanted Daiman to help me without him knowing what was going on at home.
Daiman smirked. “Naughty, naughty girl.”
My heart stopped beating, and my eyes widened. All my hopes that Daiman would be the one that would want this went down the drain. I was asking too much.
“I’ll give you what you want. But I want to hear your consent one more time before we start. Do you want me to be rough and rape you?”
I nodded.
“Use your words,” he growled through his teeth.
“Yes!”
His face broke out in a smile. “Your wish is my command.”
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Isqueaked as Daiman flipped me over and forced me onto my hands and knees. “You filthy fucking whore,” he snarled and thrust his big dick into me without warning.
I yelled and instinctively tried to move away from him because of the discomfort.
“Oh, no you don’t,” he growled and grabbed my waist, slamming me against him to take him deeper inside me. He groaned, and I cried from the pain of him hitting my cervix.
I jerked forward as Daiman pounded into me, our flesh slapping together. I curled my fingers into the sheets, holding on so I didn’t fall face first because of the force of Daiman’s thrusts. He grabbed my hair and split it into two sections, confusing me. Why did he want to play with it while he fucked me? My eyes widened when Daiman wrapped the two sections around my neck in opposite directions, then pulled it behind my head to replicate reins. I shrieked as he yanked back, choking me with my fucking hair.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” Daiman taunted and laughed as I struggled to breathe. I bounced against him, and every time his hips met my ass, I jerked forward and choked as my hair tightened around my neck.
Oh my god. I’d been missing out while with Sebastian. I didn’t realize how much I would love being manhandled. I thanked Layla in my mind for pointing out the obvious about what I really wanted.
Black dots popped into my vision, and my chest burned as I struggled for air. Daiman never slowed down as he pistoned into me.
My orgasm blindsided me as it came out of nowhere. I breathlessly screamed, falling forward, but Daiman held onto my hair, pain biting into my scalp and throat. My ears rang, and I trembled as I floated back down to earth. My head spun. I was on the edge of passing out before Daiman released my hair, and I face-planted into the mattress.
He cracked his palm against my ass and spread my ass cheeks apart. “I’m going to fuck your little virgin asshole, whore.”
My eyes widened, and I rapidly shook my head, croaking, “No.”
“No?” he purred and chuckled.
He pulled out of me and rose off the mattress to go to his nightstand, then grabbed a bottle of lube from a drawer and joined me again on the bed. Shaking, I got to my hands and knees again and crawled away from him.
“Oh, no you don’t,” Daiman snarled and yanked me back.
Shadows slithered onto the bed and wrapped around my wrists, holding me to the bed so I wouldn’t escape Daiman. I shook my head, my heart pounding in my chest as Daiman poured the lube onto my asshole and his dick. The cap shut, and he threw it aside.
