Page 170 of Falling Offsides

And then… he just leaves me there.

Hanging.

Waiting.

My hands are throbbing. My fingers are numb.

The end of a stick rakes down my spine. Following the line of my ass, between my thighs, spreading my legs open. With sharp taps, he slaps it down the inside of my legs. Each hit getting harder. Meaner.

Then he’s poking and prodding me like an animal. Until my wrists are burning and my shoulders threatening to pop out of their sockets with every jostle of my body.

“Please…” I whimper, head thrown back. “Please…”

The stick drops and his hands find my hips, then the waistband of my leggings.

“Not a fucking word, slut,” he breathes against my ear.

I gulp audibly, feeling the sharp dryness in my throat as my heart thunders relentlessly against my ribcage. Each beat echoing like a distant drum in the darkness.

“Dirty fucking brat,” he snarls, dragging his fingers down to my ass.

With one sharp tug on either side, he tears the middle seam.

“I’m going to take this cunt until you cry.” His laugh is low, dark. Lethal.

Still, my body arches into him. Fear and lust weaving around my bones when he grips the tail of my thong and tears it too.

With a growl he grinds his hard bulge into my exposed ass. “Gonna fuck you hard and fuck you up. Destroy this dirty fucking hole.”

One hand yanks my sports bra up while the other gropes between my thighs, spreading my slickness through my slit.

“Soaked like the good little cum slut.” Sharp teeth bite at my ear at the same time as he slaps my ass.

There’s no prelude. He doesn’t give me any kind of warning. Doesn’t give me anything but the brutal stretch of his cock as he thrusts inside me from behind. One hand fisted in my hair, the other wrapped tight around my neck.

“My fucking whore,” he hisses, voice cracked open.

His grip constricts around my throat. My fingers claw at the breeze block, trying to find purchase. Anything to ease the burning. To help me gasp for air.

“You only breathe when I say you breathe.”

His grip loosens on my throat, but before I inhale, his hips snap harder. Rougher. Knocking all the air that was left in my lungs out of me.

He fucks me without mercy. Without reprieve. Without restraint.

And my body ignites. Every atom of my blood screams for more. For him.

Every ounce of fear that twisted in my gut unfurls into a roaring need. A heat biting through every cell in my body when his hand in my hair pulls my head to the side, opening my neck up for him.

One bite and I fall apart. A guttural cry rips from my core, taking out my knees as he pistons into me. Fucking me into the wall. Over and over without pause.

A beast possessed.

“Say it,” he growls, rutting harder, deeper, meaner. “Say you’re my little whore.”

“Yours,” I choke past his loosened grip on my throat. “I’m yours.”

“Say it all.”