Page 43 of Dissension

“I live alone, so no, I sleep however I damn well please,” Kara replies, unamused. Sometimes that doesn’t include many clothes.

“You should be careful doing that.” There’s an odd edge in his voice. Such a sudden shift that Kara’s head spins. There’s something about his tone that is almost hot, dark and predatory. “You never know what sort might crawl in through your window at night, when you’re sleeping. Do you ever imagine what it would be like to wake up with someone in your room, standing over you?On you?”

The image the words give is dangerous. Horrifying and enticing in the sickest of ways. She imagines that’s what hewants. He wants that edge of fear to turn into something dark and unnatural. The way it’s always been between them. Worse yet, he knows she’s got some freak stalking her window at night…he knows this is a fear he cantwist.

“That wouldn’t go well for the sorry bastard who sneaks into my place.” Her pulse is hot, fluttering. “I would stab him with the knife I keep under my pillow.” She doesn’t keep a knife under her pillow, but maybe sheshould.She has a stalker, after all.

The idea of it makes her heart rate pick up. Fear, horror, and strange desire molding into a mental fantasy with a faceless man, making her enjoy something terrible against her will, against her better judgement-

Nick exhales real slow, trying to temper some rush of emotion. Arousal, perhaps? “He’d already be on you, straddling your hips. A gloved hand over your mouth.” His voice is a rough whisper. “It’s too late, Kara. He’s going to take you and use you however he wants. You’re powerless to stop it. All you can do is try to keep your legs closed before he gets between them.”

Her breathing shifts as the image in her head begins to take form in the darkness of her room. The phantom in her mind becomeshim, some masked figure pinning her on the bed. The revulsion, the dismay. The dark passion that draws her to it.

A weight pinning her down, a hard cock pressing against her between layers of clothes, insistent. She’s helpless, defenseless against such iron strength. It’s wrong, it’s so utterly wrong-

“I wouldn’t make it easy,” she tells Nick, sounding breathless. “I’d fight him. I wouldn’t just take it. I’d bite, I’d scratch. I’d make him bleed.”

“Fight all you want; it won’t make any difference,” Nick retorts. His voice is thick and there’s the sound of his breathing growing heavier. “Put up your best defense. It’s exciting to watchyou lose.”

“You bastard,” she utters as she lies down on her back, imagining the weight of someone heavier holding her in place. Keeping her pinned. Their large hands, fondling her breasts. Feeling her body as if it’s theirs to play with. “You’re sick, getting off on helpless women-”

“Are you helpless, baby?” The words coming from his mouth make her insides tremble.

“Never.”Sometimes.When he’s like this, making her nipples grow taut, making the place between her thighs ache with a forbidden want. To be taken, ruined.

When she hears the sound of flesh on flesh through the earpiece, Kara makes a soft sound of want, her center growing slick. He’s…he’s pleasuring himself, thinking of her being held down and taken against her will. Probably thinking of himself as the masked stranger, forcing himself on her.

The same thought is in her head.

The phantom in her mind is Nick, and the thought of him being here, masked and gloved, taking control of her makes her want to be used. Her hand drifts down her body, across her erect nipples, making her gasp. Travels further down below-

“Are you touching yourself?” He asks her, voice thicker than blood.

Fingers working, stroking, pressing, rubbing. Humping against her hand desperately. Oh, it’s, it’s perfect, it’s wrong. “N-no.” Kara lies with a large hint of shame, hating herself for being sucked into his words.

She can almost hear his smile on the other end of the line.

“You should. It’s the only way you’ll cum. He won’t touch you there, where you want him to. You’re just a thing to him, a hot fuckhole. He wants to fill you, to use you-”

“Oh, God.” Her fingers delve within, gathering slickness to use on her clit.

He grunts briefly, the wet sound of him working his cock filling her senses. She wants to taste him. “He’ll put you on your stomach. Pin you down while he works his cock against your sweet ass. He’s going to plug you up, deep and hard. He’s been waiting for a good screw and he needs your tight cunt for relief.”

Heat coils low as Kara rolls onto her stomach, phone on speaker, his voice filling the space. Her hand slides down again as her fingers find her slick center, dripping with want. Kara arches her back and gasps, wanting to be filled. “I need-”

“You need a big cock in you. Spreading you wide. Are you on your front for him? Knees spread?”

“Yes,” Kara rasps, chasing the sensations at each of her nerve endings as she plays with herself, rubbing her nether lips, pressing down on her sensitive bud.

“Good girl. Let him use you while you beg him to stop. Squeeze his cock as he rides you-”

“I don’t want to like it,” she utters breathlessly, writhing on her bed shamelessly. Her hips shift, grinding down against her digits. A gush of wetness makes her slicker, the sounds filling the space. She can hear Nick grunting quietly into the phone. She can imagine him alone in bed, fisting his girth, arm working. Sweat on his firm chest. “I hate myself for wanting it.”

“I bet you’re wet for it. Dripping.” The sound of flesh on flesh grows louder, as if he’s stroking himself harder as he speaks his filth to her. “It humiliates you, the way you push back to take more. To be filled by that thick cock.”

Kara gasps, pressing her face against the sheets. Presses two fingers deep within. Pleasure, unfurling. “Where’s he going to cum? In me? Please, please don’t-”

There’s a growl in his voice as he replies, “You’re not good enough to cum in. I’ll cum on your ass, across your back. A big load, a mess to leave you in, like the slut you are.” A loud groan. “Make you taste it-”

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