“So fucking tight. I’m curious, Bri. Have you given this hole to Lambert yet or have you been saving it for me?”
If he took the tape off, she’d have told him to fuck off, but since that would only egg him on, she grunted instead.
The slap of his palm on her heated bottom surprised her, reigniting the pain left by the tawse just as he started finger fucking her virgin hole. She was unprepared for the foreign pressure that felt better than she wanted to admit.
And then a second later, he was gone. The only sound in the room was her own gasping breaths as she fought to get enough air in through her running nose. That was until she heard the unmistakable flick of Jake’s leather belt being pulled out of the loops of his jeans.
She almost came from the snap of the leather tip exiting his pants alone, and the fucker’s chuckle at her expense proved he knew it.
“See how nice I am? I know you’d never ask me for it, but you’ve missed my belt.”
Bri would rather cut her right arm off than admit he was right—but he was. The second the worn strip of leather laid across the heated skin of her ass, something inside her just clicked into place. It was as if she’d been walking around with a piece of herself missing, and the belt magically made her whole.
How she wanted to hate it—to feel only the pain the leather brought, but with each loud crack the pain burned deeper, touching that magical place she liked to call her happy place. Her orgasm was close, just out of reach. If only he’d deliver the punishment lashes a bit faster… a tad harder. He edged her for what felt like an eternity but was probably only minutes.
Bri pushed down her panic as she realized he was surely leaving bruises and welts that wouldn’t fade nearly fast enough. Just thinking about how she was going to hide the evidence of the whipping helped to douse her high. As a masochist, her body craved what Jake was delivering, but her brain still rejected it. She fought to keep from coming.
Fought and failed.
Her scream behind the tape was guttural as Jake’s hard cock pierced her pussy, balls deep in one thrust. He bottomed out, his fingers digging into her hips, as he yanked himself in and out at a brutal pace. The slapping of their bodies crashing together was only drowned out by the grunts of their shared exertion.
The pain as his long shaft crashed against her cervix finally succeeded at driving her to her happy place—the elusive orgasmic high she only achieved through pain. Stars blurred her vision as her core contracted, her heart pounding faster than his thrusts.
“Christ, I’ve missed your cunt’s tight squeeze as you come.” He started slapping her burning ass cheek. “Fucking come again… I know Vanilla doesn’t have a clue how to make you shatter like I do.”
It was impossible to stave off his raunchy order. His ramming erection partnered with the blistering spanking pelting her already striped bottom was her kryptonite, and Jake knew it. Brianna fought to hold onto her vision of Markus, but she eventually fell into an orgasmic trance where she let wave after wave of pleasure crash over her, chasing away everything but her sexual need.
Jake fucked her like a machine. The pace was brutal, and his staying power, remarkable. She’d just started to come down from her string of bliss when he finally pulled out, leaving her heaving to catch her breath, face down into the cushion.
Right on time, crushing regret and shame for allowing this to happen was just settling in when Jake proved once again that he was evil incarnate. Of all of the horrendous things he’d done to her over the years, he just couldn’t stop trying to one-up himself.
“See how nice I am? I’m gonna use lube for your first anal fuck. I’ve been waiting to bugger this tight pucker of yours since I saw you last fall.”
Brianna lost it. She flailed, fighting like a madwoman to get free of the ropes. She grunted and screamed, but the damn tape stole her objections, leaving her abuser to chuckle at her expense.
Wetness dribbled between her butt cheeks. She struggled hard enough that the chair rocked back and forth, but it was too heavy for her to get away from the probing fingers scissoring in her untested hole.
Despite her technically being raped already, it wasn’t until she felt the tip of Jake’s cock pressing against her tight ring that she felt the true weight of his violation. Up until now he’d only done to her what he’d done hundreds of times in the past when she’d been stupid enough to allow him in her life. But now—if he pressed forward, knowing she would never consent to this invasion—it was sexual assault in its rawest form.
His cock stabbed forward in a brutal thrust that violated her untried hole. The fucker plunged his hand into her long, knotted hair, yanking her upper body up far enough that he could clamp his left hand across her taped mouth.
Forcing her back to arch until it hurt, Jake grunted against her ear as he filled her ass again. “You’re even tighter than I’d dreamed, but we can’t have you making so much noise. I’d hate to have our fun interrupted by a nosy housekeeper.”
His third thrust hurt so bad she couldn’t hold back her sobs any longer. Unlike the pain of the tawse and belt that she’d mastered the skill of converting to almost heavenly pleasure, this new agony only brought ugly fury.
I didn’t think he could possibly hurt me more than he has in the past. Shit, I was wrong.
The silent voice in her brain broke through the veil of pain to laugh at her. She deserved this torment for needing the dominance Jake delivered. Markus’s gentle loving should be more than enough to satisfy her, but no. Her body desperately wanted to have it all, and well… this was the price she would have to pay for her deviant sexual urges.
Suffering was all she deserved, yet when Jake lowered his left hand from across her taped mouth, lower to her spread pussy, the white light of ecstasy exploded from out of the blue. Jake’s hard pinch to her swollen clit detonated the best kind of agony.
His thrusts kept a fast beat until he delivered a raunchy rant. “That’s my slut. Your ass is so fucking tight, you’re squeezing every drop of jizz out of my cock. You’ll be remembering me for days as my cum keeps dribbling out of you.”
Her back and scalp hurt. Her pussy throbbed with spent pleasure. Her clit pulsed with damning need, while her back passage felt raw by the time Jake’s own orgasm finally erupted. Bri felt his spunk branding her virgin hole as he shouted out, “Brianna!”
How odd that his use of her name felt like the worst kind of violation as they each panted to take in enough oxygen to slow their breathing. Even as his cock started to deflate, her bottom hole felt weirdly full.
As much as she hated the idea of facing her tormentor again, she was relieved when he pulled out of her body. The wetness he’d left behind started to dribble down leaving a sticky streak across her skin.
A new anger flared when she heard the water turn on in the nearby bathroom. The asshole had left her tied down in the uncomfortable position while he showered. That was bad enough, but the worst was all that she had to keep her company were her regrets.
The sound of her cell phone ringing inside her bag not far away reminded her that as bad as things were, they were going to get worse. It was Markus’s ring. Shame flared as she was forced to let the call from the love of her life roll to voicemail because she was tied down naked in another man’s hotel room. Hot tears spilled into the chair cushion below her as she wallowed in remorse for not being across town in his office instead.