Page 38 of Strike Out

I struggle beneath him, not to escape, but to heighten the sensation of being overpowered. My breath comes in ragged gasps as I try to push back against him, but his strength is overwhelming. “You can’t just take what you want,” I pant, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.

Kai’s response is a low chuckle, his breath hot against my ear. “Watch me,” he growls, his hand slipping from my hair to wrap around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but the threat isclear, and it sends a jolt of adrenaline through my veins. “You’re mine, Isla. Every inch of you belongs to me. And I’ll take what I want, when I want it.”

I can feel my body responding to his words, my pussy clenching around his cock as he continues to thrust into me. My mind is a whirlwind of conflicting emotions—fear, desire, submission, and power. I know all I have to say is stop, but I also know that using it would end the game. And right now, I don’t want it to end.

I try to buck him off again, but he’s relentless, his hips slamming against my ass with each powerful thrust. “You’re so fucking tight,” he grunts, his voice strained with effort. “Your cunt was made for my cock, wasn’t it, Princess?”

I bite my lip, holding back a moan. Kai’s slipping, calling me princess. “No,” I lie, my voice barely a whisper. “It’s not yours.”

Kai’s response is a low, menacing chuckle. He releases my throat and brings his hand down hard on my ass, the sting of the slap echoing through the room. “Liar,” he hisses, his fingers digging into my hip as he pulls me back against him. “Your body betrays you, Isla. You love this. You love being my little whore.”

It’s true. I do love being his whore.

“Oh god, it hurts.” I cry out, the pain from the slap mixing with the pleasure of his cock inside me. I can feel my body betraying me, my hips lifting to meet his thrusts, my pussy growing wetter with each slap and each dirty word he whispers in my ear.

“But you like the way it hurts, don’t you, baby?”

“Uh huh,” is the only thing I can coherently come up with in response.

“You’re so beautiful when you struggle,” he murmurs, his voice a low purr. “But you know you can’t win. You’re mine, Isla. Completely and utterly mine.”

I can feel tears stinging my eyes, a mix of frustration andarousal. I want to fight him, to resist, but my body is traitorous, responding to his every touch, his every word. “Please,” I whisper, my voice hoarse with emotion.

He laughs, a low, wicked sound, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. “That’s it, baby,” he says, his voice a dark caress. “Cry for me.”

His thrusts become more urgent, more demanding, his hips slamming against my ass with a force that sends shockwaves through my body. I can feel my orgasm building, my body tensing as I try to hold it back, but it’s no use. “Fuck, Princess,” the moan leaves his lips as I take every inch of his cock. “I’ve missed your pussy, baby. I missed the way you gasp a little every time I slide inside of you.”

I moan, “Kai.”

“The way you moan my name.”Thrust. “How your body responds to my touch.”Thrust. “The way you are so fucking mine. Tell me you’re mine.”

“I’m yours, Kai. And you’re mine.” I whimper as he flips me to my back, bringing my legs over his shoulders, pounding into me.

“I’ve never not been yours, Isla. You own me.” With a final, powerful thrust, he sends me over the edge, my pussy clenching around his cock as waves of pleasure wash over me.

Kai groans, his body tensing as he comes, his cock pulsing inside me. He collapses on top of me, his breath ragged and hot against my neck. For a moment, we lie there, my body slick with sweat, our hearts pounding in sync.

Slowly, he rolls off me, his arm draped over my waist as he pulls me close. He tugs at the balaclava, revealing his face, and I can see the tenderness in his eyes, a stark contrast to the dominance he displayed just moments ago.

“Isla,” he whispers, his voice soft and gentle. “Are you okay, Princess?”

I nod, a small smile playing on my lips. “I’m okay,” I whisper. “I’m more than okay.”

He kisses my shoulder, his lips soft and gentle. “Good,” he murmurs. “Because I love you, Isla. More than anything in this world.”

I turn to face him, my eyes meeting his. “I love you too, Kai,” I say, my voice filled with emotion, a tear sneaking from the crease. “And I trust you. Completely.”

He smiles, his thumb brushing away a tear that had escaped down my cheek. “I know you do, baby,” he says softly. “And I promise, no matter how rough we fuck, whatever scenario we’re in, I’ll always keep you safe.”

Three Weeks Later

The past threeweeks have been a whirlwind of passion, laughter, and deepening love. Kai and I have been inseparable. When he’s home, that is. The team has had more away games than home games lately and I’ve been missing him. So in between my studying, I’ve been soaking in as much time as I can with him.

For the past few days, something has felt different. My body has been changing, subtly at first, but now it’s becoming harder to ignore. Nausea, fatigue, and a heightened sensitivity to certain smells and foods have become my constant companions. At first, I brushed it off as stress or a minor bug, but as the symptoms got more intense, I couldn’t help but hope for a different explanation.

I sit on the couch, my child psychology book spread out in my lap, but my mind is elsewhere. Kai notices my pale complexion and the way I keep pressing a hand to my stomach.He sits down next to me, his brow furrowed in concern. “Princess, are you okay? You don’t look so good.”

I force a smile, trying to downplay my discomfort. “I’m fine,” I say, my voice barely convincing. “My stomach’s just upset. I think something I ate didn’t agree with me.”

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