Page 336 of Bad for Me

Fred grunts, and Mitchell punches him in the face, knocking him out. He gets up and comes over to me.

“I rather enjoyed fisting your ass, poppet.” Mitchell runs his hand along my spine, and I tremble.

“Let’s not do that again.” I try to smile at him, and he laughs.

“Your ass was squeezing me so tight. I think you enjoyed it but didn’t want Fred involved. Isn’t that right, my filthy little slut?”

God help me; I shouldn’t encourage this man. Wiggling my ass, I move my body into him. “You saved me from him. I thought for a moment you’d keep doing what he commanded.”

His hand runs through my hair, and he unties me. “Before we kill that bastard, let’s get him tied up so he can watch me fuck you. I bet you don’t come for him like you do for me.”

That’s an easy answer. “I’ve never come for him.”

“Ah, poppet.” As he releases me from my bonds, he helps me stand from the bed.

He takes the rope and drags Fred into a sitting position. I shake as he does it, afraid Fred will wake up and fight Mitchell. Fortunately, he never does, and Mitchell makes short work of tying Fred onto the foot of the bed. He doesn’t just tie his hands to the posts; he uses the excess rope to tie his neck up as well. I watch with fascination and trepidation at the same time. My feelings confuse me.

Mitchell comes over to me and runs a hand through my hair. “It’s going to be alright, Rosie.”

“But…” My words are cut off with his mouth, forcing his tongue down my throat. I don’t fight him. Oh no. I kiss him right back as his arms wrap around me. I tremble within his embrace.

“You.” He kisses me, sliding his hands down my back.

“Are.” He hoists me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Mine.” My back hits a wall, and he rubs his long hard cock along my wetness.

We should be worried about the gun lying on the ground and the man that has hurt us both, unconscious, but I don’t think Mitchell is going to stop.

Do I want him to?

Yes.

No.

Maybe.

I don’t know.

It doesn’t matter once his dick hits my core and slides deep inside of me. I whimper for him, and he bounces me along the wall and his cock. “That’s my good little slut. Clamp down on me.”

Guttural growls from his mouth as he pounds into me. I hate that I’m so easily swayed by him. It’s a different type of control he has over me. Sure, he’s tried to hurt me. Hell, he may even kill me, but since my dream turned into reality, my body has wanted him. That’s not changed.

“More.” I gasp out, and he bites down on my neck.

One of his hands slides between me and the wall, playing with my ass. “I…”

“Shh, poppet. I’ve got you. It’s going to feel so damn good with me deep inside of you. Trust me.”

I question my sanity but close my eyes and feel his finger probe my sensitive flesh. “It’s going to be alright, just relax. I’ll make it feel so much better now that I don’t have to play along with his demands.”

Kissing him so I don’t have to talk or hear anything else; I know I just want to escape from everything. A finger pushes all the way into my ass, and I tense for a moment. The pleasure is too much from him fucking me that I can’t focus on the pain from his intrusion.

Mitchell kisses along my chin and down my neck. “Goddamn, poppet.” He picks up his pace as he takes his time pulling his finger out of my ass and then pushing two in. I gasp, and he bites my collarbone, forcing an orgasm out of me.

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