In Between

“See? I knew you’d be a good little slut for me if I reminded you of how good it could feel. Do you want more?”

I said nothing. I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

“Let’s go play,” Alex said as he stepped backward, removing his hands from my body and giving me space to slide down the counter and onto my feet again. I avoided eye contact as he guided me down the steps to his room, following close behind me as if I still might try to run. I had considered it, but I wanted him so badly now that my brain was beyond rationality. My body was in control now.

“Sit,” he commanded when we reached the bottom of the stairs. I turned left, heading toward his bed. “Not that way. On the bench over there.” He tilted his head to the right where all of his gym equipment was set up. “And take your clothes off while you’re at it.”

“Wait, what? Why over there?”

“Just do it,” he growled.

I followed his instruction, taking a seat on the weight bench and removing my shirt and panties, waiting as he fumbled through his dresser drawer. What would he have for me this time? My heart raced as I remembered the last time I had been down here, when he had used a knife to make pretty pink marks all across my skin.

Finally, he walked to me, holding something behind his back. “Stand up.” I did. “Go over there.” He nodded toward the large punching bag that was hanging from a beam just below the ceiling. I walked to it and stood there, confused. “Close your eyes and hold out your hands.” Again, I followed his command, and it felt as if he were sliding on leather handcuffs. At least they weren’t hard, metal ones.

After a moment, Alex spoke again. “Back up until you hit the bag.” I took small steps backwards until I felt the cool leather against my back, wondering why the hell we were on the gym side of the basement and not the side with his bedroom. “Now stand on your tiptoes and put your hands all the way up.” I raised my arms above my head as I felt his body moving against mine. He grabbed one of my hands, stretching me even further up onto my toes, and I heard a small clink as he let go. Oh my god, was he chaining me to his punching bag? I opened my eyes and looked up as Alex quickly finished with my other hand. Sure enough, the cuffs he had put on me weren’t connected to each other, but they had small clasps that were now connected to the heavy chain holding up the punching bag. Alex simply smirked at my wide-eyed expression. “Don’t worry, I’m not going to hit you.”

“Well, I’d sure hope not,” I said coolly. My calves were already beginning to hurt from all the time I had spent on my tiptoes tonight. I was barely even holding myself up; the cuffs were doing most of the work.

Alex chuckled again, and it was obvious that he knew I was getting nervous and didn’t care one bit. He enjoyed it, even. I was naked, on display for him, and I could see his erection growing under his sweatpants. There was nowhere for me to go now, and even if I yelled, I doubted Damien would be able to hear me from two stories above.

As if hearing my thoughts, Alex stepped closer to me and brought his face inches from mine. “I hope you know what a little fucking brat you’ve been lately, how much you’ve pissed me off. This is for me tonight, not you. Understand?”

I nodded, nervously biting my lip and my stomach flipping with fear of what was to come. I cursed myself for giving in to him, even if my body wanted it. This would not end well.

Alex took a couple steps back, pulled off his shirt, and let his sweatpants fall to the floor, all the while staring at my body on display for him. I stared back; It was impossible not to. I was pretty sure this man could possibly be the devil in all his temptation and wickedness.

He let out a low chuckle at my expression, which I’m sure was some mixture of admiration, fear, and need, as he approached me. His expression, however, was a mixture of something like anger, frustration, and aggressive energy. It terrified me and thrilled me. God, I shouldn’t be attracted to that. He was close enough now that the heat from his skin radiated into my own, and I swore that if I looked down there might be sparks between us. My chest heaved with heavy breaths at the anticipation.

Without warning, Alex hooked his arms around my thighs and lifted me, holding most of my weight between his body and the bag. The cuffs around my wrist thankfully weren’t bearing much of my weight at all. Alex adjusted himself below me, squatting a bit to align himself with my entrance, then rammed into me with such force that I couldn't help but cry out. He didn’t relent. His hands dug into my ass as he held me up, and the leather slid against my bare back as he bounced me on his cock over and over again, hard and fast with no reprieve. I managed to open my eyes, only to see his filled with fire and hostility. The word hatefuck briefly crossed my mind.

Hard, fast, heavy. He pounded into me, the sound of our skin slapping together echoing across the basement.

It didn’t last long. He hadn’t slowed once, just continued furiously fucking me with no respite. After a few minutes, he came and pulled his cock out of me, making no eye contact.

“Did you enjoy yourself?” He asked with indifference, unclipping my cuffs from the chain then my wrists.

I nodded, confused and still panting. But he wasn’t done yet, was he? My heart hadn’t stopped racing, and my pussy was still throbbing with need, even if it was sore now from his harsh fucking. I had briefly hoped only minutes ago that this act of intimacy might signal a fresh start for us again, a blank slate. I was wrong. So stupidly wrong.

There was no gentleness, no kissing, no emotion this time, and his words from weeks before rang in my head: You were nothing but a fuck toy anyway. Maybe Damien didn’t see me that way, but Alex apparently still did. His mixed signals had been nothing more than him playing me. That’s all I was to him. Disposable and easy.

“Good. Now go back to bed and stay the fuck away from me from now on. And if you really care about Damien, don’t come back.”