Problem is, I'm not entirely committed to fighting. Otherwise, I could make him pay, even if he succeeds. And he will succeed. Because my body is so goddamn attracted to him. Even though I'm pissed as hell, desire percolates in my lower body.
But we seem to have entered a more dangerous realm with the addition of his friend. Up until now, I trusted Jack. Maybe that wasn't smart of me. That's the message from Jack himself. But if he really just wanted to use and abuse me, he wouldn't have taken me snowboarding. I didn't even ask him to do that.
But I definitely don't trust this guy Andrian. His dislike of me seems genuine. Even though I challenged Jack's manhood, I don't get the sense that he's afraid of Andrian. In a physical fight, I wouldn't hesitate to bet my money on Jack, even though Andrian may be just as muscular. But Jack said he wouldn't intervene if his friend tried to hit me. I didn't expect that. It hurt. And now I'm angry. Jack isn't the man of my dreams after all.
At least he’s good for a fuck. Why not let him make me orgasm one last time? Then I'll call it quits.
Looking up at him, I see a faint grin hovering over his lips. He can see I'm relenting. Even though he probably knows how much I simp for him, I resume my struggling and even try to knee him in the balls.
"Enough!" He barks. "This is piss poor sub behavior."
He slaps me across the face, then cruelly twists my most tormented nipple. I lay still.
"Good," he says, then slides himself into me. "Take your cock like a good girl."
I clench his hardness. It feels so good inside of me.
He locks gazes with me. "See that? How your pussy flutters around my cock? I own you, princess."
I want to prove him wrong and sucker punch his confidence. I want to prove it to myself as much as I want to prove it to him. I look away and try to ignore how good it feels to have him throbbing inside of me, but he flexes his cock, drawing my attention. I gasp when he adjusts his angle of penetration to a better one. When I resist, he pushes himself deeper, as if to show me that there's nowhere for me to run, there's no escape. My only hope is that he'll come before I do.
"This part of your fantasy too, Princess?" he asks as he continues to roll his hips while I resist the urge to wrap my legs around him. "You want to be the helpless victim. Overpowered. Dominated. Against your will. You like that non-con stuff."
I do. I'm not ashamed of it. Even men have non-con fantasies of being overpowered or emasculated. But I don’t feel like admitting it right now.
"I'm the monster in your fantasies come to life,” he continues. “I've got you captive in a remote cabin in the woods. There's no one here to rescue you, no one to stop me from doing whatever I want with you. You can be my little cum bucket for weeks on end. For me and all my friends."
In the little time I've been with Jack, my body seems to have developed a Pavlov's dog reaction to everything he says and does. The dirty talk is especially potent. My hips start to meet his rhythm.
"That's it," he says softly, "grind that slutty pussy against my cock. Because bad little girls like you enjoy being cum buckets. I can have cum pouring out of every hole of yours, even your nose and ears."
My ears burn, and my pussy throbs.
Grabbing my right buttock, he fits me tighter to him. "You can be a piss bucket, too, and start each morning off with a golden shower before you get fucked senseless."
I moan. Arousal presses against the boiling point. He was right to call bullshit on my refusal to come for him.
"Ever had two cocks in your pussy? How about two in your ass?"
Too distracted by the nearness of my orgasm, I don't answer till he slaps me. "No, sir."
“Then we’ll be sure to try it. Maybe tonight. You don't need sleep, do you? Princess Slut would rather be fucked all night long."
I look into his eyes, helpless, and murmur, "I'm going to come…"
"Of course you are. I could make you hurt real bad, and you'd still come for me."
I come undone, spasming all over. Rapture washes over me, overwhelming the soreness of my nipples and the aching of my anus from Andrian’s rough fucking.
Jack thrusts slowly, picking up speed when my climax ebbs. Grunting, he stabs into me to reach his own orgasm. We shiver in unison. I knew he'd succeed. He knew it too, and even though I lost, I'm happy.
Until he withdraws and says, "Now for your punishment, and this one is going to hurt bad.”
I watch as he goes to a drawer and retrieves a set of leather cuffs. My heart stills when he opens a cabinet next. It's filled with electric play equipment: cables, an EMS box, zapper and Taser. I feel the blood drain from my face when he removes the cattle prod from its hook.
I'm not up for this. Especially without my safe word. Without thinking, I scramble off the bed and stand behind the headboard as if it can protect me.
He gives me an admonishing look. "Take your punishment like a good sub, Casey."