Page 14 of Dangerous Games

“Why won’t you tell me who she is?” I ask, stepping forward and his hand comes sweeping across my face. The back of his knuckles connects to my cheek in a hard blow, though I’m more speechless than hurt.

“Is that what you like, Nanette? You want men to abuse you? You like it rough?” Dominic moves toward me, a large predator cornering his prey. “You like to be bossed around? Does that work you up? Is that why you do what you do?”

I swallow hard, pressing my back against the wall behind me. He’s in my face, breathing down shirt. He doesn’t touch me again, but the thrill of him pursuing me like this does things to me no other touch could ever do. He’s right. I’m so screwed up this is a turn on. Most women would be terrified of this, a huge man his size with anger in his eyes advancing on them. But not me. No, my past fucked me up so badly, this is what turns me on, gets me going.

“Shut up!” I scream, pushing my hands against his chest, but he doesn’t budge. How does he know? Why did he say that? Does he know what I do? What sort of connections does this man have that he can find information on me that I try to bury, to keep secret even from Jimmy?

“That’s it, Nan. Resist me. Is that what you do? You play the victim so the men you sleep with will become the aggressor just so you can get off? Are you a masochist too?”

I push on his chest again and he captures my wrists in one of his massive hands. “You know nothing.” I spit in his face, and he chuckles a deep sinister laugh. He’s evil, pure evil. I can see it in his eyes. He’s done bad things, horrible, unspeakable things, and I may be his next victim.

“I know more than you think.”

“You know nothing,” I shout, pushing against his grip, but he is strong. “You’re a monster. What horrible things have you done?”

Dominic licks my cheek, then bites it and I shudder. It sends a jolt of arousal through my body. I want to fight, but I can’t. My core tightens, aching and producing a puddle in my panties.

“You think I’m bad, Nanette, but you’re just as bad. You’ve done very bad things,” he whispers, and I hold my breath as his knee slides between my thighs. “You like it rough, Nanette? Like to have men rough you up a little? Does it help you get off?” His knee grinds against my mound and I whimper.

“Shut up!” I hiss, but he doesn’t stop.

“Does it make you feel powerful, or do you just have a death wish?”

“Shut the fuck up, Dominic!” I scream shoving at his chest the instant he lets my hands go, but God do I want him. When he covers my mouth with his, I forget about the woman in the painting, or the anger in his eyes. All I can do is give in to him—again. He’s right. It’s a sickness inside of me, to let a man treat me how he wishes. The rougher the better, the more demanding and angrier, the harder I get off, and here I am tearing at his clothing because I need it now, again.

9

DOMINIC

Ipin Nanette to the wall, claiming her lips as mine. Lips are for love, and I never do this with any other woman, but she has me by the balls, literally. Her hand is down my pants groping me. She wants this as much as I do, and I'm not sure if I want to give it to her like this. But my body has a need. After the shock dealt to me this morning, I can't refuse her.

"You want this, don't you?" I growl in her ear, pressing my body close to hers.

She nods, gasping for breath as I continue to kiss her neck and collarbone. I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling the heat emanating from between her legs. I yank her jeans down her hips until they're bunched up around her knees. Her panties are already damp, and I can see the outline of her clit through the fabric. I rub my thumb over it through the lace, feeling her shudder in pleasure. My own cock is straining against my pants, and I release it from its confines, stroking myself as I tease her.

"You like that?" I ask, rubbing my thumb harder and faster until she's grinding against me. "You want more?"

She nods eagerly, and I push her panties aside and slip a finger inside her without warning. She's so wet that it slides in easily, and I curl it up to hit that sweet spot inside of her. Her breath hitches in her throat as she clings to my shoulders for support.

"Please," she begs, and I know what she wants.

I pull out my finger and rip off her panties with one swift yank. She gasps at the sudden exposure, but before she can say anything else, I'm pulling my dick out and burying myself inside of her. It's been a while since I've had rough sex like this, but Nanette brings something out of me that no one else can, a beast that needs sated.

"You like it rough, don't you? You need it to get off. Admit it," I order, ramming my cock into her tight hole. She tears at my shirt, opening it in the front. Her hands glide over my flesh, scratching at my skin.

I pound into her relentlessly, listening to the slap of flesh against flesh as she moans and cries out. Her pussy is tight, and I know that she's getting closer to orgasm by the muffled cries she's making under her breath. I want to hear her scream, so I deviate from my pattern and fuck her in a different angle, striking a thicker wall inside of her that has Nanette crying out in pleasure. Her body is on fire, and she explodes into an orgasm that leaves her trembling and gasping for air, clinging to my shirt like it's a lifeline. The walls of her pussy clamp down around my cock, and it takes all of my self-control not to follow her into release.

The moment passes, and she sinks against my chest from exhaustion, but I'm not finished. I want more from her; I want to hear her scream my name. So when I pull out, and she thinks it's over, I flip her around and grab her hips in my hands. I bend her over, accessing that deep well from behind. Before she can complain, I plunge back into her. She moans, and I continue relentlessly as I reach up her shirt and play with her tits. Her bra is in the way, so I pull it down, pinching and teasing her taut little buds until she's begging for mercy. She's magnificent like this, all flushed and ready for me. But I want even more, so I smack her ass for good measure. It leaves a red handprint on the pale white skin, and before long it's glowing from my abuse.

"You're a bad girl," I whisper in her ear as she moans in surprise and pleasure. "Tell me what you are."

"I'm a bad girl," she says breathlessly.

"And what do bad girls need?"

"They need to be punished." Her voice is low and throaty with desire, but she speaks the truth. I’m on the edge, but I slow my thrusts, making sure I don’t go yet. Her ass is too tight, too perfect to go that quickly. I grind into her, sliding in and out as she whimpers and pants.

I reach down and grab a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck. "You're mine," I growl into her ear.

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