His Big Offer

Oh God. My mind flashes to the sex that we’ve had, intense and hot and mind-blowingly good. I would never have thought that he was holding back at all, and if he really was, then I might die from the pleasure of it.

I kiss him, and our tongues dance together. He growls against my lips, and pulls back, only to drive into me. And I know instantly that he wasn’t lying about holding back. He fucks me with a determined and focused force that blows everything else out of my mind, and a swift, brutal orgasm follows.

Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, embracing him through the pleasure. I’m clinging to him like I’m drowning because I am, and I surrender to it. It feels like hours of pleasure, I can’t keep track of time or space, I can barely keep my eyes open. Chance grinds his hips into me, and now every stroke brushes across my clit, taking me higher, and I’ve lost any ability to keep quiet or hold back.

I’m telling him yes, yes, yes, more please and the next time I come it’s like lightning, and the time after that like thunder. And I do scream his name, loudly, wildly, shaking with pleasure and unsure if I’ll survive anymore.

Chance plunges deep into me and holds, crying out as he climaxes. Now that we’re both still I feel that he’s shaking too, and he lets himself rest over me. We’re breathing together, coming down from the storm and trying to catch our breath. He leaves me for a moment to clean himself up, and then he’s back, pulling me against him and wrapping us in a soft blanket that I have no idea where it came from.

There’s a kiss on my neck, just below my ear. “Five down, five to go,” he says softly.

“Mmm,” I say. “That sounds nice. But you’re going to have to feed me first.”

His laugh echoes through the room. “I’ll make sure of it.”

And then I drift off to sleep, mind hazy, body sated.

Ten

“He walked me home, and I said good night on my street a little way from my apartment. (I never tell dates where I live.) That’s when the problem started. I told him I didn’t want him to come up, that I was tired, but that I had a nice time. He tried to convince me that all he wanted was a drink. But when I still said no, he got pissed. He said that because he had paid for dinner, I owed him something, and that I was—at the very least—going to give him a blowjob before he left. That’s when I punched him in the face.”

—Rock Bottom Caroline

I slept for a while and woke up to Chance teasing me with his fingers, which led to two more of my ten promised orgasms and had me climbing on top of him for a third before telling him that I was so hungry that I was going to leave him if we didn’t get some food.

After a delicious dinner of delivery pizza, Chance proved that he knows how to keep things spicy, fucking me senseless while using a vibrator. I went well over ten orgasms. Now, as I wake up from my second nap of the day, it’s dark outside, even though the clock tells me it’s nine o’clock.

Chance is asleep beside me, and I take the opportunity to sneak out of bed. I retrieve my phone from my bag and head to the bathroom so I can check my messages and freshen up. I should also tell Alice that I’m probably not coming home tonight so that she doesn’t worry—although she’s going to want to know who I’m staying with.

I slip on my underwear and bra before I go to the bathroom because I feel weird walking around Chance’s apartment entirely naked. I spend some time splashing water on my face before I decide to grow a pair and just tell Alice the truth. But when I click on my phone, the stream of notifications on my home screen is longer than I’ve seen it in forever. The top ones are from Alice.

Caroline, where are you?

Have you seen this?

What on earth is going on?

I don’t know where you are but you need to look at the Heart Makers site RIGHT NOW.

What the hell? I open up my web browser and navigate to the site, and I almost drop my phone. The site is covered in pictures of me. Only they’re not really pictures of me. My face—from the Heart Makers site pictures and my blog and some I don’t even remember where—photoshopped onto porn. In the photos ‘I’m’ being fucked my multiple men at once. Some are pictures of just my face, with cartoon dicks drawn on it like they’re coming all over me. Some have my eyes scratched out with the words ‘Cunt,’ and ‘Bitch’ scrawled over my mouth.