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“We haven’t had so much as a conversation in the last week,” I spit at him. “If you think I’m going to just sit back and let you treat me like this, you’re dumber than I thought. Talk to me, tell me what the hell is wrong with you, or let me go.”
“Or?” he sneers.
All the rage and hurt I’ve been stuffing down inside swells up. “Or next time I’ll hurt you in ways that don’t heal.” I spit the words out, wrenching my arms and trying to pull free of his grip.
He tightens his hands until the bones of my arms creak, and I hiss in pain. “Don’t write checks with your mouth that your ass can’t cash,” he sneers. “You couldn’t beat a toddler in a pillow fight.”
“Knocked you on your butt, didn’t I?” I taunt him. “Weak little me. What does that say aboutyou?”
His eyes snap with rage. “That’s it.”
He picks me up, throws me over his shoulder, and carries me out of the room and down the hall.
I fight him the whole way. I claw at his back and draw blood. I swing my legs around and almost make him trip and fall.
When we get to his room, he drags me over to his bed and throws me face down so hard I bite my tongue. He straddles my back, and I squirm underneath him while he strips my skirt off. I fight him, panting for breath as he hauls me up. There are handcuffs dangling from the bed frame, and he cuffs me, then pulls his belt from its loops.
The first stripe across my butt makes me shriek. He keeps going, slashing his way from top to bottom, and I shout curses at him. My back is on fire, and I writhe, bruising my wrists against the cuffs. I kick behind me, landing a couple of good, solid blows, but he just keeps smacking my ass and thighs until tears pour down my cheeks and my gasps sound more like sobs.
Finally he stops, and I hear the belt fall to the ground. “Nice job ambushing me. How’d that work out for you?” He punctuates his words by spanking my left butt cheek with a vicious slap across my stinging flesh.
“Are you kidding?” I taunt him, panting for breath. “It worked out great. This is the least boring you’ve been in weeks.”
He grabs me by the neck and squeezes hard with his hands. I gasp for breath, and everything goes black with red sparks flying.
Then I realize he’s released my cuffs and I’m sagging to my knees. He tangles his fingers in my hair and yanks my head back as my vision clears.
“Open your mouth,” he growls, and forces his cock between my lips. I drag in air through my nostrils as his cock slides down my throat. Gurgling, flailing, I suck as hard as I can. I suck as if my life depends on it, and he fucks my mouth as I fight to breathe.
His tortured pants of pleasure turn me on. Fierce joy sizzles through me. I’m proud that I can make him feel like this. Only me.
When he finally explodes, his hot cum runs down my throat, and I greedily drink every drop of it. He slides out of me, and I like to think that the sounds he’s making are groans of surrender.
“Turn around. Hands and knees,” he snaps. I scramble to obey. He grabs a condom out of his drawer, and it feels like only seconds have gone by before he’s inside me. I close my eyes and lose myself in the sensation as he rams so hard that my knees drag across the carpet. I’ll have vicious rug burn later. The thought makes me even hotter, and I hold my hips still so that he can tear into me.
The heat inside me rises with each brutal thrust, and I come within a minute, crying out with pleasure as my inner sheath squeezes his cock. Joshua’s answering shout tells me I made him come a second time.
“Fuck,” Joshua screams out loud, tormented, enraged, as he slides out of me. “Fucking hell, Tamara!”
I smile to myself, relaxing and resting my cheek on the carpet. My pussy is pulsing and I’m glowing inside. “Joshua, I knew your inner psychopath was hiding in there somewhere. Too bad I had to kick your ass to get him to come out to play.”
“I could have killed you, you idiot,” he growls at me. “You can’t ever do that again.” He bends down and scoops me up in his arms like a child and carries me out of the door and back to my own room.
He sets me down on my bed and sits there with his arms around me, burying his face in my hair. My knees and my ass are throbbing, but it was worth it, so worth it, because he holds me and rocks me like a lover, and it’s been so long since he held me that way, and I never want him to let me go.
* * *
Joshua
We’re in the cabin again. Night after fucking night, I’m back here. I’ll never be free of the cabin. Tamara’s tied down to a table and my father is slicing into the skin of her stomach with a carving knife, and she screams and cries and begs me for help, but my feet are sunk into the floor up to my ankles and I can’t move. I’m flooded with despair. Blood runs down her torso and splashes onto the floor.
Weak, helpless, stupid.
“See how it’s done, boy?” My father twists around to make sure that I’m watching. “Next I’m going to shove that knife right up her pussy. Fuck her with it real good.”
“No!” Tamara screams. “Please, no! Stop, Joshua—it’s me, Tamara! Please stop!”
I come to with a start. I’m in my bedroom, and the echoes of a scream are bouncing off my bedroom walls.
