“You’re going to shut up, or I’m going to gag you. The choice is yours.” His hips pressed into mine and ground against me.
“Please,” I tried again, but he wouldn’t listen.
He lifted up from my body just enough to grip the silk at my chest and rip it clean in half. The tattered remains of my nightie lay limp on the bed, leaving me completely exposed. Even in my scared and shocked state, my mind registered how hot that move was.
God, I was such a slut.
The man growled and dipped his head. He captured a nipple between his teeth and bit down just enough so it hurt, yet it felt good at the same time.
Tears leaked out the corner of my eye as he sucked and tongued my taut peaks that seemed to be begging for attention. My body shouldn’t be reacting like this to a complete stranger who was taking me against my will. So why was it?
“You were fucking yourself thinking of me, weren’t you?” he taunted. His left hand kept my hands locked over my head, while his right hand skimmed down my belly and between my legs.
I managed to shake my head. His fingers were doing things to me that made it hard to think let alone speak.
“Left the door open for me. You knew I was there. Watching. You wanted me to shove my big cock in your fucking cunt. I know you did,” he continued his harsh words as his fingers fucked me.
I was horrified to feel my body growing wetter and wetter the longer his rough treatment of me continued. I was on fire. Writhing beneath him. Even as my brain screamed this was wrong, my hips were raising and seeking more friction.
“I’m going to fuck your pussy raw. So you feel me inside you for days.”
“No,” I whimpered. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to leave. I wanted to wake up and find this was all a dream. This wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.
“Fuck, you’re so wet. You want this. You can’t lie to me.” His fingers pulled out of my body and trailed my wetness up over my stomach and between my breasts. His tongue followed, making me squirm.
His weight was off me enough so he could pull his shorts down over his hips. I used the opportunity to kick him in the stomach. When he doubled over, I rolled out from under him and made a break for the door. I got into the hallway and was three feet from the stairs when I was tackled from behind.
“I like it when you play hard to get,” he whispered in my ear right before he bit down hard on my neck.
I cried out in pain. My fingers reached out and tried to grip the edge of the stairs when he started to pull me by my legs down the hall. Not able to get a good enough grip, my fingers slipped and I found myself being dragged. I flailed my legs and turned my body, attempting to break his hold on my ankles.
My hope soared when his fingers loosened and I scrambled backward on all fours away from him. He recovered quickly and within seconds had me pinned on the hall floor.
He shoved himself inside my body unceremoniously. The unexpected intrusion had me crying out in pain. He was so large that my body struggled to accommodate both his size and girth.
Oh God. This was really happening.
Isn’t this what you wanted with your sexy pool boy? My brain taunted me.
It was what I wanted, but I wanted it on my own terms.
I whimpered when he pulled back and slammed home again with more force than I had ever been taken with before. My body protested through the first few thrusts. With each one, my muscles loosened up and my nerve endings began to sing in pleasure. I was horrified with my reaction to something so brutal and wrong.
He grunted in my ear over and over again as he thrust into my body. His hands were like iron vices keeping mine locked on the side of my head.
His hot breath panted against the skin of my neck and I shivered uncontrollably.
“All your little shows. Thought you could tease a man like me. Now you know you can’t tease. A. Man. Like. Me.” He punctuated each word with a brutal pound of his hips. “Thought about taking you that first day.” More thrusts. More grunts. “Almost fucked you and your friend.”
“God,” I cried out when my pussy started clenching around him in preparation for an unwanted but undeniable earth shattering orgasm.
“Such a tight, fucking cunt. Come on me. Now,” he demanded, his punishing rhythm never waning.
I couldn’t help it. Between his large, hard as steel dick and the sexual foreplay that had been building, coupled with his dirty, filthy words, I had no choice. My body went past the brink and convulsed under his with an orgasm that rivaled all other orgasms.
Nonsensical words flew out of my mouth, and my legs clamped on his hips. My head flew back against the hardwood, my pussy squeezing his dick for all it was worth.
After several more thrusts, and with a rough grunt and a sigh in my ear, his body shuddered. His hips pounded into me one last time as he spilled himself deep inside me.
His fingers gripped my chin roughly as he forced my head forward so I was looking at him.
“That was so good, baby.”
Tears continued to leak out from my eyes, and I struggled with coming to terms with all that just happened.
“Don’t cry. You know you wanted it as much as I did.” He pulled out and stumbled to my room to find his clothes, leaving me prostrate on the hallway floor thoroughly defiled.
FIVE
My heart rate returned to normal and the hiccups from crying had subsided. I peeled myself off the floor and gingerly rose to my feet. My muscles protested and my wrist felt sore from the way I landed on it earlier.
With stiff legs, I walked into my bedroom and found him lying in the middle of the bed with a shit-eating grin on his face.
“You just left me there on the floor,” I snapped at him as I walked into the bathroom. Cleaning up and splashing water on my face, I stomped back into the bedroom and dug through my drawer for a new nightgown.
“How can you be so uptight after coming so hard I thought you were going to squeeze the life out of my cock?” he asked, his brow furrowed in confusion.
I slipped the silky garment over my head and let it settle around my hips before answering. “I’m mad because you left me lying on the floor. You twisted my wrist and hurt my back fucking me on the floor.”
“It seemed like a good idea at the time,” he said with a shrug.
“It wasn’t what we discussed,” I reminded him. “And you didn’t squeeze my throat. I told you that was what I wanted.”
He gave me an endearing grin and rose from the bed. When he stood before me he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush with his warm, hard body.
“Don’t be mad,” he coaxed.
My anger had already begun to recede when he enveloped me with his body. It completely melted with the soft, tender kisses he placed down my jawline and neck. I had the hardest time staying mad at him.
“Aside from the aches and pains, and your non-lack of oxygen, was it everything you wanted?” he asked with that low tone that made my skin tingle.
“All that and more,” I assured him and tilted my head to the side so he had better access to my neck. Being taken against my will far exceeded my expectations.
“Next time, it’s my turn to find a woman to fuck while you watch,” he murmured against my skin. “For as much as I loved watching you with Becky, I prefer to be watched.”
“I know,” I whispered. I couldn’t wait to see what kind of scenario he came up with. There was something darkly exciting about seeing his cock slick with another woman’s juices. Watching it disappear inside a tight little cunt. “What did you have in mind?”
“I’m thinking babysitter. I’ve always had this fantasy where we come home and find her masturbating. Then you watch as I fuck her.”
“Can I fuck myself while I watch?” God, he was turning me on again. I really hoped it would always stay this way between the two of us. Even after five years of marriage, we couldn’t get enough of each other and we kept pushing our limits in an effort to maximize our pleasure.