The Dare

"Scream all you want," he growled. "You don't really have much choice."

My muscles clenched, gripping onto the handle. My vision blurred and my eyes rolled back as I screamed with abandon, his hand stifling my noise as I came again. The first orgasm had been bliss, but this - god, I felt crushed under the sheer force of it. As the ecstasy rolled over me in seemingly endless waves, Manson continued to thrust inside me, laughing at every heightened shriek, at every frantic, overwhelmed twitch of my body - at the brief but violent gush of arousal that came before I could stop it.

"Even squirting for me? What a good girl, so good, isn't that so much better?"

I lay limp and wasted as he carefully withdrew the knife and uncovered my mouth. My body shuddered and twitched with the aftershocks of pleasure, my eyes unfocused. I watched quietly as he uncuffed me, easing down my arms and rubbing my shoulders so the stiffness in my aching muscles was pushed away under his hands.

"Are you okay? Hm? Talk to me."

"I'm great...just great…" I smiled wearily. I wondered where proud, back-talking, sassy Jessica has gone, because what was left of me wasn't her at all. All that was left was my aching, pleasured body, absolutely enamored with the man before me. That fucking freak… that loser… that absolute weirdo...had given me the best orgasms of my life.

And he wasn’t even done.

He was unbuckling his belt, whipping it out of his jeans, tossing it aside. Unbuckling the straps on his harness, sliding it off, then pulling his shirt over his head. His chest was smooth, slim, muscled. I reached for him, my arms still trembling, and scratched my nails down his chest. He smiled as I left long red lines in his skin, and smiled wider when I reached his jeans and popped the button eagerly, then slid down the zipper. His hard cock was straining against his briefs, and I stroked my hands along his length without pulling down the fabric. He felt so thick - the thought of him forcing that monster inside me made me whimper. He leaned down, kissing me deeply as I continued to stroke him.

“I want to fuck you, Jess,” his voice was a snarl, his eyes blazing as he looked down at me.

“Please do it,” I couldn’t get the words out fast enough. “Please.”

He tugged off his pants, kicking them from the bed. His briefs went next, revealing the cock I’d been so desperately waiting for. He flipped me over onto my stomach and dragged his nails down my spine until he gripped my hips, pulling me up onto my knees. He pressed my face against the mattress, ensuring that I knew to stay in position. He squeezed my ass, reigniting the sting of my earlier spanking, and spread my cheeks.

“You look so good,” he murmured. The head of his cock pressed against me, not hard enough to enter, just to tease. I tried to push back on him, but he gripped me harder and kept me in place, giving me a swat for good measure. He entered me slowly, just the tip at first, enough to have me gasping before he pulled out.

“Two orgasms just not enough for you?” he taunted. “You think you need more?”

I looked back at him, gazing up from the mattress - smiling, shaking, ready. “I want as much as you can give me, Master.”

He entered me fully, deep and hard, stretching me so tightly I cried out. I gripped the blankets as he fucked into me, long deep strokes that made my legs shake. He changed his pace in time with my sounds, perfecting his technique around my reactions, around my pleasure. He spanked me again, bringing a growl out of me, and he laughed, "Such a vicious angel."

He reached between my legs and began to rub my clit. The stimulation nearly made me lose my position. I buried my face in the blankets, muffling my noise as I throbbed around his cock and another orgasm shattered through me. I was dizzied, overwhelmed, gasping as he pulled out of me.

"Do you like that?" he growled, flipping me onto my back. His hand squeezed around my throat, pressing me back into the mattress as he entered me again. "I love when you whimper like that. So sensitive." His thumb pressed on my overstimulated clit, eliciting a loud, frantic moan as he thrust into me. "Is it too much, little angel? Hmm? That's just too bad isn't it? I love seeing you cum. In fact, I think I'd like to see you squirt again."

"C-can't…" I gasped. "Please...I can't...cum again…"

"Oh of course you can.” With one more deep thrust, he pulled out of me again. But he replaced his cock with two fingers, fucking me into me as he rubbed my clit. He curled his fingers up, hitting some part of me that immediately made me lose control. I bucked my hips, uselessly trying to squirm away, sobbing from how good it felt. "That's right, angel. No getting away. You're going to cum and you're going to scream as you do."

He was right. I couldn't help it. My hands scrambled for a grip, my nails clawing at the blanket as my body tensed, muscles shuddering, the gush of arousal flooding out of me as his fingers brought me to my peak. Tears slipped down my cheeks - tears of pleasure, of so many intense, rushing emotions that I couldn't stop myself.

Manson licked his fingers clean of me, closing his eyes as he savored the taste. Then he brought his face close to mine, kissing my tears until I giggled in between my desperate breaths.

"I want to cum inside you…" he murmured. I nodded.

"Please...please do it…"

He pressed inside, my body welcoming him, heat radiating through me at the contact. He pressed his face to my neck, kissing me, his sweat on my skin, his muscles bulging as he rocked against me, faster, then faster still. His hands tangled in my hair, gripping me possessively, and he growled, grinding out the words, "Fuck, Jess…"

His cock swelled as he spilled inside me. I clung to him, smiling as he panted through his orgasm, trembled, and finally lay there: still inside me, hot and heavy against my body.

We lay across from each other on the bed, arms tangled together, facing each other. He'd turned on the lights, helped me clean up, and pulled the wet comforter off his bed so we could lay on the cool sheets.

I lay for a while with my eyes closed, basking in the afterglow. I was still in disbelief, amazed and exhausted. I kept replaying the events of the last few hours over and over again, wondering at them. I'd come to this party to get wasted, maybe make-out with some hot stranger. Instead I felt as if my world had been turned on its head. I'd realized things about myself I'd never known.

I opened my eyes, and found Manson looking back. He looked sleepy, soft as he lay there naked. He gave me that crooked smile I'd seen so many times that night.

"Wanna go back downstairs?" he said. His fingers lightly brushed my cheek.

"Do you?"

He shrugged. "I like it here. Like this. With you."

I smiled. "Me too."

"Was that...was that good for you?"

My smile widened. "Very good."

He leaned closer. His kiss was tender, the crown jewel on his sadism. How could a man be so carefully cruel, and so brutally gentle? "Then we can do it again?"

"Absolutely."

Epilogue

The house felt so quiet in the daytime. Party-goers had fallen asleep on the couches, in the extra bedrooms, and snuggled up on the floor with blankets and throw pillows. Groaning, hungover Daniel was shuffling around the house, tossing beer bottles and empty cans into a massive black trash bag when Manson and I came down the stairs.