“Please, I’ll do whatever you want!” She lets out a high-pitched shriek when I respond by yanking the yoga pants she’s wearing down to her thighs, along with her thong.
“Damn right, you will,” I grunt, parting her ass cheeks to reveal her puckered little hole. It’s clenched tight, but then it would be. It’ll be that much more fun to force my way inside. “It just so happens I want to come. You’re going to squeal for me, aren’t you? You’re going to squeal while I tear your ass open. You did this to yourself. I want you to remember that.”
She’s still trying to fight me off, but all it does is make her ass bounce up and down. I watch for a moment, mesmerized, before spitting on her asshole. She recoils, her hole clenching tighter. “Trust me, you want to relax.” I laugh.
“Lucas. Don’t do this.”
“Don’t you dare.” I take her by the hips, digging my fingers into her firm flesh until she sucks in a pained gasp. “Don’t you act like you have the right to talk to me like we’re equals. We’ve never been equals. And all you’ve done is spit on the trust I tried to give you.”
She sobs at the pressure from my head against her back door. But I notice she’s not fighting as hard anymore. Like she knows there’s nothing she can do to stop me.
I roll my hips, pushing forward, and her body tenses in time with a broken scream tearing itself from her throat. I close my eyes, lost in sensation. Her muscles grip me so tight, like a vise, but still, I push my way deeper.
“Oh, fuck, yes,” I groan, pulling her by the hips while I force my way in.
There’s no going slow. No holding back. I need to punish her, and I do, taking her hard, relishing the way she softly weeps into the pillow. I place a hand on the back of her head and hold it down, my balls tightening and lifting at the sound of her muffled sobs.
And every time my balls hit the backs of her thighs, I remember what I could have lost tonight. All thanks to her. Nothing I could do would be too harsh after what she’s done.
“I’m going to come,” I announce, and I think she sobs in relief this time. “Where do you want it? Should I fill your asshole with my cum? So you can feel it dripping out?”
I slam myself deep again, close to the edge. “And when you lie here…” I grunt before thrusting again, “and you feel it… you’ll remember why it’s there.”
The rush comes over me all at once, and I give in to it, roaring out my release, pumping cum into her until it spills out around my shaft and runs down her thighs. “Not so tight anymore,” I observe with a chuckle after I pull out and survey my handiwork. She only weeps in response, a broken, haunting sound that satisfies me deeper than any orgasm ever could.
“Remember,” I mutter as I stand and tuck myself into my pants. “This is all your doing. I did everything I could to help you avoid this.” All she does is lie there, trembling. I pull her pants up for her, but that’s the extent of the dignity she deserves—and that’s only because I know the guards will check on her, and I don’t need their fucking questions.
The last thing I see before closing the door and leaving her alone is the heaving of her body as she breaks down, sobbing harder than before. It gives me something to smile about on my way back to the apartment.