Page 71 of Contention

“You like it this way,” he pants, “on your stomach like a whore?”

“Shut…up…”

“You like it from behind. Speared on a thick cock.” He grunts as he slams into her special place. “Slut.”

The words trigger something inside of her, a spasm, hard and vicious.

In a flash of heat, so extreme that she barely sees it coming, Kara climaxes with a shriek, contracting around him tightly. Pressure unwinds inside of her, a gush of liquid forcing itself out of her around his cock, drenching his balls. Calais groans in response, "Oh, you're a hot little fuck piece, sweetpea." He continues thrusting into her harder, ever harder, as if he wants to crawl inside her flesh, as if he wants to fuck his way into her rib cage. He fucks her through the spasms of her pussy until she's nearly floating in ecstasy.

Then, he stills, trembling.

With a vicious snarl, he pulls himself out of her, rolling her onto her back. She’s boneless, doesn’t care what he’s about in the slightest, her orgasm high warming her. Calais points his cock at her breasts, squeezing himself, stroking, spurting white onto her. Splashes of wet heat splatter onto her, his angry-looking cock jolting with each stream of cum he sprays onto her.

When’s he’s done marking her, he remains hovering, panting roughly, eyes shadowed. He absently rubs his cum into her skin, massaging it over her nipples in a way that has Kara shuddering, over sensitized. When Kara finally meets his shadowed gaze, he commands, “Clean me up.”

His cock is slowly going soft, throbbing with his rapid heartbeat. Kara plays troublesome, not moving, exhausted. “Clean yourself.”

“Do it,” he says, keeping a firm tone. "Clean up this mess you’ve made me make."

Kara’s inside shrivel with glee at the note in his voice, the vicious command. It reminds her…well, best not to think of that at a time like this.

Then again, Kara should just acknowledge her head is screwed up. Her father acted like this all the time; domineering, impatient, demanding. Taking so much, giving so little. It feels the same, but the sexual aspect of it makes her feel like she’s found love in violence.

Love in violence. What a phrase.

She cleans him, taking his soft cock into her mouth gently. He shudders, hands going into her hair in the mockery of an embrace.

Afterwards, he sits on the edge of the bed, cool as ice, all the passion and fire slowly melting away. He sighs and cranes his head to look at Kara over his shoulder. “You can stay in here for as long as you need. Use the shower if you want, it’s-”

“In the bathroom,” Kara replies quickly to hide her moment of hurt.What did you expect, a cuddle?That’s for boyfriends and he’s not that.“I know.” She feels wet and sticky inside, let alone on her chest where he outright covered her with his cum.

He must see something on her face, vulnerability. Or pain. Whichever it is, he gives her a slight smile that seems ersatz to her eyes. Familiar. He reaches a hand out and strokes her cheek gently; Kara tries to not lean into it, tries to not seem desperate for the touch.

Slipping away from him, feeling strange aches in her body, she steps into the bathroom and showers him away, washing her sweat and his semen from her skin. When she’s done, she wraps herself in the great white robe she finds on the door and returns to the bedroom.

He’s lying on the bed now, his shirt thrown onto the floor. Kara glances at him as she towels off her hair. The lack of a shirt makes it easy to see the vicious bruise mark where her teeth sunk deep. Her eyes drift over his body, now revealed, considering he’d taken her while nearly fully clothed.

A power play.

His pectorals are as well shaped as she imagined, strong and bulky. She glances at his stomach region, which isn’t defined, certainly not washboard abs, yet attractive all the same. Real. Not a man who lives in the gym all day every day, staring at himself in the mirror. Staring at his smooth skin, Kara feels her fingertips itch to run across the exposed flesh with a featherlight caress. She refrains.

He opens his eyes to glance at her, drifting over her robe covered frame. “Are you staying?”

“I haven’t decided, actually,” Kara replies evasively, unsure she feels like remaining one second more, now that desire has faded into the background of her mind.

“Hm. You can say my name, you know. You did so at the bar.” It’s funny that it bothers him, her lack of ever calling him by his given name.

“I suppose. Less of a mouthful than that last name of yours.” Kara pauses, then feels her heart jolt. “You didn’t wear a condom.”

“Obviously not.”

She stares at him, vaguely horrified that she didn’t think of this earlier, while it was happening.

There’s a slight noise of derision from him. “I get tested monthly by my private physician. I’m clean. So, as long as you’re on the pill, this shouldn’t be an issue. Unless,you’re the dirtyone.”

Feeling somewhat better, but cursing herself for letting this all happen before setting the record straight, Kara says vaguely, “I’m not the one picking up women in limos on the weekends.”

There’s a pause, a silence. What happened between them a thick sort of awareness, like a hot blanket with weights in it. He didn’t like her comment about the limo, his chest tensing in a telling fashion.

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