Page 27 of Brutal Game

This wasn’t a relationship. This was prison.

As if Jack had heard me, he wrapped a hand around my throat. “Eyes on me, princess.”

I obeyed him, and we stared at each other, his face tight. “You may be a little lying spy, but this cunt is honest. I can feel how wet you are, even through the condom. You like this, don’t you? I’m barely inside you and you’re already about to come again.”

I opened my mouth to reject his words, only to lose them in his mouth. He was kissing me, no lead up or preamble, just his lips on mine, his tongue in my mouth, licking, tasting, owning me. Jack was evil, but he knew how to kiss. My pussy wasn’t honest, but it was a traitor. It softened further, grew wetter, allowing me to sink down the last couple of inches until Jack was all the way inside me, so deep, I could feel him in my throat.

I cried out into his mouth, half in pain, half in pleasure, and he swallowed the sound whole.

Finally releasing my mouth, he whispered a low, guttural order into my ear, making me shiver.

“Move.”

I raised up, his cock slowly sliding out of me, then lowered back down, still slowly but more easily this time. I was sure my movements were awkward, jerky. They couldn’t have felt good but Jack’s moans and groans and growls suggested differently.

I moved up and down, the movement becoming easier, smoother. Each time, the curve of his cock hit that same part of me he’d stroked with his fingers earlier. I couldn’t control the sounds I was making.

“Fuck, that’s right, princess. Keep whimpering like that. Keep proving how good this feels for you. You must hate it, something so bad feeling so good.” Under his breath, he added, “I know I do.”

So he hated me as much as I hated him.

With that, he fell silent, and it was just his eyes on mine, his loose grip on my neck, the feeling of him inside me, the sounds we made as I moved over him. Something was different. The night in the locker room had felt shocking, fast, like I couldn’t keep up with what was happening. Today felt sharper, clearer; almost like every thrust, every grind, every groan, every whine happened in slow motion, and I was helpless to speed up my humiliation and instead had to experience every second of it as Jack reveled in my suffering. What’s more, I couldn’t distance myself from it. I was fully present for every moment.

Jack wasn’t done verbally torturing me. “How does it feel, knowing you’re doing all the work? I’m not fucking you, Aviva. You’re the one fucking me. Your cunt is swallowingmy cock every time, like a greedy little bitch. You’re dripping all over me. Can’t you smell it, how turned on you are? I can.”

“Shut up,” I told him.

He hummed. “Now, that’s not very nice. Maybe I should’ve made you lick up your come from the floor. Maybe I’ll make you lick up mine.”

Oh, god.

I clenched around him.

His eyes went bright with triumph. “You like that? Like being humiliated? You are a dirty little princess, aren’t you? Nothing more than my filthy sex toy.” With his free hand, he slapped my ass. “Now, bounce. It’s your job to get me off, and you need to work harder, or I’ll fuck your little virgin asshole instead.”

Oh god, oh god.

I clenched around him again.

He hummed. “Interesting.”

Needing to shut him up, I started bouncing up and down on his cock, faster and faster. I already was close to the edge, and now an orgasm yawned before me, a deep, unfamiliar, terrifying abyss I was determined not to fall into.

“I don’t want to come.” The words popped out before I could stop them.

A slow grin spread across his face. “Too fucking bad.”

He began slapping my ass, urging me on. I had no choice. He hadn’t given me one, and neither would my body. Our skin slapped together, his balls against my ass. Trying to stave off the orgasm, I teetered on the edge, the spanking also urging me on.

Jack must have decided I wasn’t moving fast enough. He released my throat, gripping my hips and taking over my movements, lifting me up and shoving me down so fast Icouldn’t track the movements anymore. Everything became a blur, my body moving over his, the feeling of his cock inside me; the only clear constant were his eyes as they grew darker, darker.

“I can feel you clenching around me. You’re so close, aren’t you? Come, Aviva. Fucking come, little spy, or you won’t like what happens next.”

With those words, he lifted his hips for the first time, thrusting up and in me, so deep, hitting mejust there, just right.With a sound I didn’t recognize, I came, the chasm welcoming me into its unfamiliar depths, a hole I might never find my way out of.

Jack growled, low and rough, holding my hips tight against his as he somehow shoved even deeper inside me, reaching a depth that hurt so good, I came again. Or maybe I had never stopped the first time. I felt heat through the condom.

“Fuuuuuuuuuck,” he said, relaxing under me, his fingers stroking my hips in a soothing caress that made me want to recoil. I wasn’t even sure he even knew he was doing it, but I didn’t care.

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