Page 18 of Dirty Little Secret

The only answer I manage to give him is a shaky 'Okay' and a weak nod. He grins against my neck, his fingers pinching my clit so suddenly it makes me moan, bucking into the touch helplessly. It's like he knows just how to touch me.

"There we go," he whispers, and shoves me down again.

I catch myself on my hands but soon those are taken from me as well, as he wrenches my arms behind my back and holds both my wrists in one hand. He pushes them up, almost between my shoulder blades so my cheek is braced against the ground. There's no way I can break free of this, but I try anyway. He laughs. I hear him pulling down his zipper and whimper again in protest, struggling even harder.

"Fight me all you want, baby, you're not going anywhere. Not until I get what I came for." He spits on his fingers and smears his saliva over my entrance, then pauses.

He hauls me up to my knees and gets to his feet, not letting go of my wrists the entire time. He circles me, looming above me. In the darkness, I can barely see his face and the outline of his hair – no features. It's so easy to pretend that I have no idea who he is, that he really is just some stranger that cornered me in the darkness on my way home.

He grabs my chin. "Open that pretty mouth."

It's not a matter of choice. His thumb and fingers dig into my cheeks and force my mouth open before I can do it myself. My eyes water as he slowly drags the head of his cock around my lips, like he's teasing me, before slowly sinking into my mouth. His hand slides to the back of my head, fisting in my hair. He holds me still so I can't pull away, sinking deeper and deeper until my throat clenches and I gag around him. All it does is make him laugh.

Tears bead at the corners of my eyes, I can barely breathe. I can't form a seal either, so spit leaks out around his cock and down my chin. It's humiliating and so dirty, my stomach seizing up in a combination of shame, terror and most of all, arousal.

It only lasts a few minutes, but it feels like a lifetime. He pulls out and I flush with shame, seeing how wet his cock is, a few strings of spit connecting it to my mouth.

"Good girl," he purrs, touching my cheek.

It's brief, but his voice is warm, and the praise is genuine. In my fantasies I'd always imagined being held down and forced, the praise groaned raggedly in my ear always the thing that eventually sent me over the edge – being good, even at something I was being forced to do. Being told how good I was at being raped.

The reality is so much better.

"Please," I whisper, wanting to keep that feeling going. "Just – just use my mouth, or something. Let me go. Please don't –"

"Don't what?" he challenges, yanking on my hair so my head is forced up. The pain is sharp and makes me whine. His laugh is darker now, holding an edge. "I'll do whatever the fuck I want to you, and you're gonna be a good girl and take it."

He circles around me again and shoves me down, unable to catch myself on my arms, and then I can feel pressure at my entrance, his cock wet with my spit, and I'm so wet too that he manages to shove himself inside me right away, all the way to the hilt. He groans loudly and I whine, tensing up around him, trying to fight him off.

"Fuck, that's a sweet little pussy," he snarls, bending over me and grabbing my hair, knotting it at the nape of my neck to keep me down. He doesn't give me a moment to adjust, just starts thrusting right away – deep, powerful things that I feel in my throat. "So nice and tight and fucking wet. Tell Daddy how much you're enjoying this, baby."

Oh God, I am, too.

“I love it, Daddy.”

My cheeks burn with shame, my shoulders burn from holding his weight on top of me as he brutally thrusts into me, over and over like a possessed beast. The sound of our bodies colliding is so loud, I know that if anyone else was mad enough to wander too close, they'd be able to overhear us, but I can't stop the helpless little whimpers I make every time he growls and moans into my ear, his breathing heavy and hard against the side of my face.

His grip tightens on my wrists, forcing them further up as he shoves me down further. My knees spread, grinding on the ground as he thrusts deep inside me, groaning loudly. I flinch, moaning as he nips the arch of my ear.

It feels so good, I never imagined getting my fantasy would feel this good. It's better than I could have imagined, rough and raw and desperate, it's so easy to pretend that he's some random man I don't know, who cornered me and led me away and is violating me in this awful way.

I'm wrenched from my thoughts when he releases my hair and slides his hand between my legs. His fingers are rough on my clit, circling it so quickly to the rhythm of my pounding heart. I whine weakly, trying to squeeze my legs together because the stimulation is so sudden.

"Please, stop," I cry. "I don't want –"

"I don't care what you want," he snarls. "And you can't lie to me. Your pussy is clenching up so tight around me, it's clear you're enjoying this like a good little slut. Fuck, you're gonna make Daddy come, baby."

I yell, struggling a little harder. "No! Please, please don't. I'll do anything, I'll –"

"Shut the fuck up," he snaps, releasing my arms so he can clamp his hand over my mouth.

My hands are numb, but I try and claw at his grip anyway. He doesn't budge, no matter what I try to do. I can't stop shivering, clenching up as he rubs my clit along with his forceful thrusts. The arousal and fear swirl together in the pit of my stomach, sinking lower.

Oh God, I'm going to finish. He's going to make me come as hard as I have in my life and there's not a damn thing that I can do to stop it.

"That's it." His voice is low and smug.

He hauls me up to my knees, sagging against his chest, his hips snapping against mine, clothes chafing, God he's so deep I can't handle it. I arch my back, drawing my knees together as he drags me right to the edge of orgasm and then throws me straight over it.

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