He’s classy.
That’s the part that surprises me. This isn’t the street thug mafia man from the movies.
Scratch that. I rode here in the trunk of his car and he’s about to buttfuck me for trying to escape. Except it doesn’t feel that way. It feels like two people engaged in consensual nonconsent. An extended scene at the local BDSM club.
“All right, little girl. You ready to have your ass fucked?”
“Um…”
Is he waiting for a green light? After he told me I deserved to have my ass shredded by him? He rubs my pussy, playing with my clit until my knees slide wider on the bed.
“You look ready, bella.” He pressed the tip of his cock against my anus.
Even though I know the trick is to relax, I tighten.
He waits.
When the tight ring of muscles finally relaxes, he pushes forward.
I gasp and tighten again.
“Lie flat, little hacker, it will loosen things up.”
It will? Okay. I slide my knees back until I’m on my belly. He pushes my cheeks wide and dribbles more lube over my anus. Then he resumes entry. He’s right. This time it’s not as tight. He gets in and it stretches, but it’s not horrible. I breathe through it, my eyes squeezed closed. When he’s finally seated, he waits.
I forgot about the tie around my neck, but he didn’t. He picks it up and pulls it tight. My back bows up and I lean on my elbows to take the pressure off, but my hitman has started rocking in and out of my ass. Just a tiny movement, but it feels…
Really good.
Yeah, really freaking good.
I start making sounds. Moans of discomfort and pleasure mingled together.
He pumps a little harder—increases the range of his strokes. Tightens the leash around my neck.
“Ow, please,” I whimper, but I don’t want him to stop.
“Please, what, little hacker? Please fuck me harder?”
My pussy is swollen, sopping. Wanting something inside it, but he’s abusing my ass. I’ve never felt so used, so punished, so submissive in my life.
It’s a heady sensation. The endorphins course through my bloodstream. I’m on the edge of an orgasm.
“Please,” I moan again.
“Please you need to come?”
“Yes!”
He tightens the pressure around my throat at the same time he increases the speed of his pumps.
I try to beg some more, but the sound is choked off with my breath. I want to touch my pussy, shove my fingers in it, give it something to clamp down on, but I can’t move. I’m held prisoner by the band around my neck and the cock in my ass.
My orgasm rips through me. I tighten around his cock and he curses and releases the tie.
I suck in breath as I tumble face forward into the mattress, face forward into release. He holds me down by my nape and fucks my ass hard and fast while I float far, far away.
I hardly hear his shout when he comes. Don’t even know what happened after that.
The next thing I know, he’s put a new zip tie around my ankles and removed the one on my wrists long enough to pull off my shirt and sports bra. And then he must’ve put a new zip tie around my wrists, but I missed when that happened, because I’m suddenly in a bathtub filling with warm water and he’s standing over me, looking very stern as he strips out of his clothes.
“You move from this tub and I’ll shove something even bigger than my cock up your ass and it will stay there until you’ve returned my money. Capiche?”
I blink at him. What did he say? It didn’t even make sense.
I can’t return his money. The money is gone. Does he think I have it?
He steps into the adjacent shower and turns it on. “I’m watching you.”
It’s not funny, but I giggle. Just because he’s sexy when he’s stern, and I just hit subspace and am still riding my way back down.
I close my eyes and sink down into the warm, delicious water of the bath. I know I have problems. Huge, deadly ones. But just for this moment, I let myself forget. Surrender to the water and the will of my captor.
And aftermath of the best scene and sex of my life.
Paolo
Caitlin doesn’t move from the bath. She doesn’t even look around for a weapon, like she did in her bathroom. The girl is in outer space.
She’s definitely cray-cray. Like way off from normal.
Not sure why I find her so damn appealing.
Hot mess crazy isn’t my thing. I mean, I’d usually run away from that shit at the first sign.
But something about this little girl has already burrowed way under my skin. I feel strangely protective of her.
And her crazy thing doesn’t make me uncomfortable. It amuses me. Like I’ve chuckled more tonight than I have in the last month.