Page 82 of Ride With Me

“No,” I whispered back. “No pineapples.”

“Then let the games begin.”

I tried to pull my arms away again, and his grip tightened. He was bruisingly strong, and his thrusts grew rougher. The hand at the nape of my neck slid up into my hair. I yelped as his hand tightened in my hair, pulling it hard, yanking me up. I could feelmy dick harden underneath me at the rough treatment, at the merciless pace of his thrusts. “That all the fight you have in you?” he growled.

No. I had more fight in me. I wasn’t a small man, but he was bigger. He had a few inches on me and more muscle mass. I should be able to fight him off. I felt his hand loosen on my wrists and took advantage, yanking my hands from his grasp. I pushed at his body and winced when it worked. Because he still had the tight grip on my hair. The arch of my back was painful, but I needed to get away.

My heart was still racing. I knew it wasn’t real, but the pain made itfeelreal. The ache in my wrists felt real. Every single part of this felt real.

I positioned my hands beside myself and pushed off of the bed. “That’s right. Fight back,” he growled. “Not that it’ll work. You’re fucking powerless. Going to use your hole for as long as I want until I fill you up with my cum.” The words sent chills down my spine. “Going to fuck you so hard you feel it tomorrow. Every time you shift in the driver seat, you’ll remember what I did to you, that you’re my little cock slut.”

I wanted to stop fighting for a moment. I wanted to be used, to be his little cock slut. Even if I’d never been into being called that before, never even knew Iwantedto be called that.

But I fought anyway. He relented for a moment, pulling out and loosening his grip on my hair. I thought I was free. Heletme think I was free. I scrambled away, rolling over. My feet hit the carpeted floor. I managed to stand and make a single step before he grabbed my hair again and yanked me back onto the bed. I let out a yelp of pain as I was thrown violently backward.

His hand didn’t linger, and I tried to scramble away again.

“You can’t get away,” he teased.

My eyes had finally adjusted to the darkness. I could make out some of his facial features illuminated by the moonlightcoming through the small crack in the blackout curtains, obscured in shadow. His eyes stayed glued on me. When I started to get away, he grabbed my ankle and yanked me further down the bed. I kicked out, trying to free my leg from his grip. He chuckled, watching me as I attempted to wiggle away from him.

“It’s adorable. Watching you struggle to get away, even though we both know you don’t really want that.” I froze for a moment, watching as he slid his hand down his chest and stroked his protruding cock. No wonder it had hurt when he slammed into me, jolting me awake. It was big, thick. My eyes lingered a bit too long. “You like this, huh? You like pretending you don’t want me, but you can’t keep your eyes off my dick. Can’t hide the fact that you’re desperate.”

“I’m not,” I argued back, knowing in my gut that it was a lie. I was. I was so desperate to have him slam back into me, but I didn’t want the fantasy to end either.

I managed to get my feet on the ground again. This time, he let me stand. He let me get a few steps away. “Five, four,” his voice starting to countdown made me stop in my tracks. “Don’t stop. Giving you a fighting chance.” What? “I’ll start over. Five.” Oh. I understood. He was going to give me a chance to get away. I yanked my sweats back up over my ass. “Four.” I took my first step away from him. “Three.” I could hear the bed shift again. I risked a look over my shoulder. He was standing, a wicked smirk on his face. “Two.” Fuck, I needed to move. I picked up my pace. “One.”

I was almost at the door when he said the last number. My cock throbbed as I heard his heavy footfalls, but I didn’t stop this time. I had barely touched the handle when he slammed into me, pinning me to the door. He pushed against me hard, and I could feel his cock resting against my ass. He thrust against my clothedass a few times as he caught my wrists again, pinning me against the wall. He ground against me harder.

“Okay?” His voice was soft again, the menace erased from it. I nodded. “Good.”

He pulled away and tugged me backward, my arms wrenched behind me at a weird angle. “You had a chance to escape, but you didn’t take it,” he growled as he yanked me back. “Now I’m going to teach you why you shouldnevertry to run away from me.”

I swallowed hard.

“Like I told you, I’m going to fuck you. Hard. Going to use you. Over and over again until you’re begging me to stop. Then I’m going to keep going. Going to turn you into my little fuck toy.”

I shivered. I wanted that. I wanted him to take me and use me. Hadn’t I thought about that when we were pulled over on the side of the road earlier? What it’d be like if he bent me over the car and fucked me into oblivion, passing cars be damned?

But that wasn’t the game we were playing. He wanted me to struggle. To fight. I wanted to struggle and fight. I wanted to make him earn it as much as he wanted to earn it. I tried to pull my hands free from his grasp again, but he didn’t let me. Not this time. His other hand slid around my neck, catching me in a headlock and pulled me back. I hit the nearest bed. His. He yanked my pants down.

“You’re so fucking hard for me,” he growled. “You’re leaking. You know what I’m about to do to you, and it turns you on. Say no all you want, but your body doesn’t fucking lie.” He kept holding my hands over my head with one of his as he pulled my pants completely off. “Not even wearing any underwear, because you wanted this. You’ve dreamed about it. Dreamed about me coming into your room at night and taking what’s mine.”

His. Damn, that sounded good.

“Because you know it was me in those fantasies.” He forced my legs apart and positioned the head of his cock at my entrance.

“No.” My voice was breathy and weak. I didn’t even know what I was denying anymore. Was it his assertion that I was dreaming about him before I had even met him or the tip of his cock teasing my hole?

“Yes,” he countered, pushing my legs up against my chest. The strain in my thighs made me whimper in pain. “God that’s a sweet fucking sound. Can’t wait to hear you make other sounds. All night, Jasper.”

That part I did believe. He’d told me one of his fantasies—edging a partner into oblivion, having their orgasm completely under his control. I wondered if it had a darker side, if his fantasy included being in complete control of his partner too. He slipped into this role too easily and too convincingly.

“Stay,” he commanded in that dark voice of his. He let go of my legs, and I was unable to move them. Not with the weight of his words holding me down. He slid his hands down my bare chest. They ghosted over my bare, leaking cock. Then he wasn’t touching me again. “Hope you’re still lubed up after all that. Because it’s on the other bed, and it’s going to hurt like hell if you’re not.”

It was the only warning I had before he slammed into me again, sliding home in one smooth motion. I cried out in pain.

“Fucking hell,” he groaned. “Gonna get us a noise complaint if you keep that up. But then, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? If security came in and watched me use you.”

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