"You're terrified." Not a question.
"Y-Yes."
"Perfect." He stops in front of me. Starts unbuckling his belt. "You should be. Because I'm going to fuck you like I hate you."
The words should make me want to run.
They make me wetter.
He sees it. Sees how my thighs press together, how my breath catches. A dark smile crosses his face.
"Of course you're turned on. Because you're just as fucked up as I am." He frees his cock, already hard. "Open."
I do. Let him slide into my mouth without preamble. No gentleness. Just immediate depth that makes me gag.
He doesn't stop. Just holds my head in place and starts fucking my mouth with brutal strokes.
"That's it. Choke on it." His voice is rough. "Cry those pretty tears while I use your throat."
I'm gagging, eyes watering, struggling to breathe. But I don't pull away. Just take it. Take everything he's giving me because I deserve this pain.
Because this isn’t pain at all and I crave it.
He pulls out suddenly. Saliva connects my lips to his cock in obscene strings.
"Bed. On your hands and knees."
I scramble up. Position myself exactly how he wants. Ass in the air, face pressed to expensive sheets, trembling with hunger, anticipation, and need.
His hand comes down on my ass. Hard. The crack echoes through the room.
I cry out.
"That's one." Another hit. Harder. "For every lie you told me."
Again. And again. And again. Each strike harder than the last. My ass is on fire, I'm sobbing into the sheets, and I'm so wet I can feel it dripping down my thighs.
"Please—"
"Please what?" Another strike. "Please stop? Please fuck you? Please forgive you?"
"I don't know—" It comes out broken.
"Then suffer." He spreads my legs wider. Slides two fingers into me without warning. "Fuck, you're soaking. Getting off on being punished, aren't you?"
"Yes!" The admission tears out.
He removes his fingers, and I feel his cock line up. "This is going to hurt."
He slams into me in one brutal thrust.
I scream. It's too much, too fast, burning and stretching and overwhelming.
"Take it." He doesn't give me time to adjust. Just starts fucking me with punishing strokes that make the bed shake. "This is what you wanted, isn't it? Wanted me to use you. Hurt you. Make you pay."
"Yes—Oh, yes!"
His hand tangles in my hair. Pulls my head back at a painful angle. "Look at me."