My thighs quiver, my pussy tightens, and I’m about to come when he suddenly pulls out. “No…” I whine at the loss of him.
Lucas chuckles. “Greedy little cunt. But I told you what I want. I want this.” He presses his thumb against my ass. “If you want to come, you’ll have to do so while I fuck you here.”
He replaces his thumb with the tip of his cock and presses against the tight ring of muscle. Instantly, I’m reminded of the searing pain he caused me last time. I try to relax, but fear has me in its clutches. My flight instinct kicks in, and I start to struggle in earnest. My feeble attempt at bucking him off only has him switching positions.
With ease, he moves me around. Letting go of my wrists, he grabs my thighs instead, pushing them onto my chest like he is folding me in half. Even with my arms free now, there is nothing I can do. His strength outmatches mine by so much that all I can do is lie here and hope he won’t hurt me too badly.
Squeezing my eyes shut, I turn my head into the pillow and prepare myself for the pain. I feel the head of his cock sliding between my cheeks once more. He presses into me surprisingly slowly, almost gently. He forces himself into my ass until his entire length is buried inside me and his balls are touching my skin.
This position and my wetness let him use my back entrance without much pain. He slides in and out easily, and though I feel uncomfortably full, it doesn’t really hurt.
“That’s it. Be my good little toy and take it.”
And that’s exactly what I do. I close my eyes, but this time not in fear but in pleasure. I let him use me, and I find a way to enjoy it.
He fucks me in long deep strokes. Plunging into me over and over again until there is not an ounce of discomfort left, and I’m on the verge of my orgasm once more. Lucas must feel it, too, because his fingers find my needy clit, and he rubs it with his thumb until I come apart.
“That’s it. Squeeze my cock with your ass.”
We come at the same time. My body is convulsing from the intense release while Lucas, stills deep in my ass, shoots his cum inside me. I feel weightless, my limbs are numb, and I couldn’t move a muscle if I wanted to.
Lucas slips out of me before he unfolds my body, letting my legs fall back onto the mattress. I’m so spent that, for a moment, I think I’m going to pass out, but there are too many things bothering me. Most of all, I don’t know when I will see Lucas again, and I can’t let him go without talking.
My eyes are still closed when I ask the question burning in my mind. “So what did I do this time?”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
I blink my eyes open and find him staring at me with genuine curiosity.
“I’m lying here, trying to get to sleep. I haven’t set foot out of this room since you put me here. What did I do that made you want to punish me? You can’t be this mad at me just because I’m breathing.”
There’s a long pause, his eyes bleeding into mine. “What if I am?”
“Then I know any good thing you ever told me was a lie. When you said, I didn’t deserve what happened to me. That was a lie. And you rescuing me? Telling me I was safe? That was a lie, too. Unless all you wanted was to save me for yourself to kill one day.”
He’s breathing harder than ever, his face flushed, and his body is starting to tremble like he’s barely holding himself back. I’m standing at the edge of a cliff here. This could go either way—I fall back, where it’s safe, or I plunge forward, and that’s the end.
It’s all up to him. Once again, my fate is in someone else’s hands. I hold my breath, the air in the room electrified with energy. A moment later, he makes his choice. He falls back, clumsily rolling to the side and plopping down, legs splayed, and his head falling back.
Now I can breathe again, and I do, as quietly as possible. The man can barely see straight, but I’m not kidding myself. He’ll know if he has me scared, which might pour fuel on the fire, so I can’t afford to show it.
“I fucked it up. I fucked it all up.”
I shouldn’t care. I really shouldn’t, not after everything he’s said and done. I’ve never heard anyone sound like they’re in this much pain.
Not even me, and I’ve been in pain most of my life, but he’s talking like a man with so much weight on his chest that he can barely breathe.
“What did you fuck up?” I whisper a little more gently.
“Take your pick.” He snickers bitterly. “My whole life. One fuckup after another. And you know what? I never cared much. It didn’t matter. What the world thought of me, none of it.”
He sighs, staring at the ceiling like I was not so long ago. “And it bit me in the ass. I let them do whatever they wanted to her, and I told myself it was right. That’s the way we handle things. It’s how we take care of filthy rats and their families.”
Aspen.
I should have known this wasn’t really about me. I guess I should be relieved.
“I fucking failed my own kid. I should have seen it coming. I should have known.”