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“Ohh!” she cried out as I pressed the tip to her soaking wet slit. I couldn’t wait. No. I kicked her legs apart and she opened to take me.

Pink, perfect. I ran my hands over her asscheeks, my thumbs brushing the edges of her slick folds. She moaned and my cock pulsed at the sound. I paused at her entrance, letting the tip of my cock trace a delicious circle around her.

“Please,” she cried. “Please.”

I spanked her hard and she gasped, jerking backwards against me. My legs had her pinned and she couldn’t move. I spanked her again and my handprint rose red like a blush on her pale ass. Her rippling curves were too much. I was trying to keep myself from coming right then and there.

Pretend, I said to her. She was quite the actress. As I thrust forward, her body closed in around my shaft, clenching tight around me. God, I could feel her muscles working my cock from tip to base. I bit my lip, raising my hand to spank her again. At the slap, I could feel her body tense around me, then loosen. Again. Tense, then loose. Again.

My balls tightened as I rocked back, then forward, working my aching cock deep into her. I couldn’t last long, I knew. Eating her sweetness had gotten me so hot that I thought a single thrust would have been enough to tip me over the edge. Now, though, I couldn’t stop until I was done with her completely. I wanted her to be mine. I didn’t want it to end, and I fought the pressure that built up in my balls and my throbbing shaft.

I fucked her hard, angling into her so that I could penetrate her completely. Again and again I rocked forward, her thighs banging against the couch with every thrust.

Her cries grew louder and louder as I fucked her harder. Sweat ran down my neck and slicked my hands on her skin. Delicious friction. Tender, tight flesh. And a woman whose curves I could not stop squeezing, spanking, caressing. I held her hips tightly as I slammed into her over and over again from the back, pumping hard. The tense pressure in me built as I jackhammered my swollen thickness deep into her.

Her cries grew faster and higher-pitched, and then she was climaxing again, the tops of her knees hitting the back of the couch. I buried myself inside her. My balls ached for release.

She screamed. Her fingers scrabbled against the couch cushions as she pushed herself back onto me to impale herself onto my cock. Her climax vibrated against me, and it took me over the top. With one hard thrust I released inside of her. Stars exploded as her body clenched my shaft, milking every drop from my cock and sending me into shudders against her body. I jerked once, twice, then settled against her body with my hands on her back.

“Sara,” I whispered.

The emotion that came over me was unsettling. I’d ordered her to pretend, and she had. I’d told her to say that she loved me, and she had. I’d thought that all of it meant nothing. But now, holding her shaking body underneath mine, I knew that I couldn’t go back. I’d done something worse to her than to any of my victims. Rather than drawing the truth from her with pain, I’d forced her to fake pleasure.

I felt a deep sense of unease.Wasshe faking? Did she fake all of it? I didn’t know, and the not knowing is what killed me.

False love was no love. No, it was worse than that. She was my toy, and I’d ruined her.

My stomach churned as I withdrew from her body. Such beauty, but it was not mine. I could no longer tell what was real and what was fantasy. Her love was fantasy. Her fear was real. Or was it the other way around?

I needed to know, but I couldn’t ask her. Letting my hands fall from her body, I stepped back shakily and opened the bookcase.

“Rien?” She leaned against the back of the couch and her face turned to look at me. She was pale, scared.

Was that what I had done to her?

“I’m sorry,” I said, and turned away. I had created a dream, but I couldn’t live in it forever.

Sara

Rien looked as though he’d seen a ghost. He fumbled with his pants, pulling them back up around his waist as he walked back into the operating room. The bookcase spun shut behind him.

I didn’t understand what had just happened. My hands trembled against the couch cushions. I slid down the back of the couch to the floor and huddled there. My arms wrapped around my legs even though I wasn’t cold.

“Think, Sara,” I whispered to myself. “Think. Don’t feel. Just think.”

Rien was planning to kill me. I had to take it from there. If he planned to kill me, then this was all a game. He was toying with me before he killed me. He was a cat playing with a mouse. He was using me for fun, for sex, before he strapped me down and had fun with me in other ways.

I shook my head. Something about that idea didn’t seem right to me. Maybe it was the way he held me in his arms and kissed me so tenderly, but I simply couldn’t believe that he was plotting to murder me

“Come on, Sara,” I said, frowning. “Of course it doesn’t seem like it. He’s good at lying to you.”

That’s it. That’s all it was. He was lying to me.

I swallowed hard. I didn’t want to think about his hands, his tongue, his mouth on my body… as lies. Because as much as he might have been pretending, my body’s responses were all real. My emotions were all true.

Even the ones I couldn’t admit.

I pulled the shirt back over my chest. The buttons were mostly ripped off, but a couple still hung on. I buttoned what I could. I found my panties bunched up next to the bookcase. They were wet anyway. I didn’t have any other clothes.

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