“Rape, this is rape, plain and simple.” I thrash against the sheets, that smell like him. Jesus I can’t get away from him, he’s inside my head, my heart, and soon he’ll be inside my body too, crumbling the protective walls I’ve built around myself with each stroke of his cock.
A hard slap lands against my ass, momentarily stunning me. Did he…? He seriously just spanked me. Twisting around, to look at him over my shoulder I catch the grin on his lips, and the lust in his bright blue eyes.
“You can’t rape someone who wants it. Trust me, if I wasn’t one hundred percent sure you want this, I wouldn’t do this to you. Should I prove to you once again how much your body craves my touch?”
“Only because it’s forced pleasure.”
Another slap, this one a little harder than the last, leaving behind a sting of pain. I whimper into the mattress, as Luke massages the spot he just slapped. I wouldn’t admit it out loud, but I was already soaked with need, my panties wet, my core clenching, wishing so badly that his cock was inside me already.
“I doubt this is forced,” he whispers, his fingers trailing between my ass cheeks and down to my entrance. Pushing my panties to the side he dips a finger between my folds and swirls those expert fingers of his against my hard clit.
Oh fuck. I grit my teeth to hide the moan of pleasure.
“Admit you want this.” He orders, his tone dark. I shake my head, clinging to the last of my dignity.
“I don’t want this,” I say, and though my voice is muffled by the sheets I know he heard me. His fingers leave my clit and then he’s moving us, ripping my panties from my body, a sting of pain ripples across my hips at the snapping of the elastic band. He moves me, situating me across his jean clad lap. I try to scurry away once more, but his hold on me is unbreakable. His hands on my skin like fire.
“What was that?” he asked, leaning forward, his eyes bleeding into mine.
“I don’t want you,” I sneer. The words aren’t even out all the way before I feel the sting of his palm against my ass.
Ouch. That one hurt a bit, and I think he knows it too because his grin widens as I slump forward.
“I’ll spank you until you beg me to stop if I have too. Then I’ll still fuck you, making you scream out my name as you fall apart. I’ve got all the time in the world when it comes to pleasing the woman I love.”
“Fuck you,” I growl, and earn myself another slap, though this one is against the bottom part of my ass, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my core.
“Oh, you will…fuck me, that is. Soon, so very fucking soon.” Another slap on the same spot, with a light sting of pain. He continues spanking me, some with stings of pain as if to prove a point, while others are mere zings of pleasure to show that he still owns my body.
It doesn’t take long for me to start gripping on to the sheets. I want to keep telling him to stop but beg him to keep going all at once. My core clenches around nothing while my arousal for him coats the inside of my thighs. I’m panting with need, my body shaking and my ass throbbing and burning when he finds my swollen clit and drenched entrance.
“Is this still fake? Do I need to continue teaching you a lesson?” he whispers into my hair, while his fingers rub slowly against my clit and it takes every single shred of who I am not to moan. I don’t want to give into his touch, but I’m so close, so close to jumping ship and giving into the carnal need. He knows me too well, knows what I want, what I need, and how much he means to me. I’m sickened and delighted all at once.
“I don’t want you,” I whisper breathlessly, in a last-ditch effort to end this before I give myself over to him. Two fingers enter me at once, stretching me, stroking me deeply and I couldn’t have stopped the moan of pleasure from escaping my lips if my life counted on it.
“That sounds a lot like wanting, Grace. Are you sure you don’t want me? Tell me again and I’ll stop fingering my pussy.” I bite my bottom lip. He is tempting me. I want him to shut up and fuck me, not keep engaging in petty arguing.
“It’s not yours…” I taunt, knowing I will get a reaction out of him. In an instant he pulls his fingers out of my dripping channel and moves me off his lap. I’m stunted for a moment until I hear the sound of him unbuttoning his pants, and for some reason that noise pulls me from my thoughts, and I lift my gaze to his.