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ADAIR

I ’m already trembling from the cold and fearful anticipation when Jack reaches for his belt buckle. My breath catches in my throat as he rearranges himself so he’s straddling the very top of my chest.

He unbuckles his belt and pulls it off his pants. I watch him fold it over and swing the double layer of leather into his open palm. The sharp thwack startles me, my body jerking underneath him.

“Ever been whipped with a belt, Bunny?” he says softly. I’m paralyzed, just blinking at him as his face turns menacing. “I asked you a —”

“No, no. I never — I mean no. Nobody has.”

His foreboding expression doesn’t change. “Don’t. Interrupt. Me,” he grits out. “It’s going to be a lot of work teaching you manners. More work than it ought to be for a pathetic brat like you.”

He lays the doubled-over belt on the ground next to him carefully before turning into a blur of motion, grabbing me by the hair and yanking my head up towards him with one hand as the other wraps around the front of my neck. I choke back a wail, biting my lip instead until tears spring into my eyes. I feel a few escape at the outside corners and trickle down my cheeks, which brings a wicked smile to Jack’s face.

“I knew you’d be pretty when you cried.”

Holy shit — what in God’s name did I get myself into?

He leans over me so my entire field of vision is filled with nothing but him: dark hair and beard and eyes that incinerate every thought in my head.

“Have anything to say for yourself before you choke on my cock, Bunny?”

Oh, fuck. My brain is screaming, maple ! My mouth doesn’t say it. I keep my eyes on him and shake my head as best I can with it trapped in his hands.

Keeping his hand in my hair, he releases my throat to unzip himself and tug his pants down to his hips. I’m a little surprised to see he’s not wearing anything underneath. I wonder if he usually goes commando.

I’ll probably piss him off if I ask. Which is why my brain groans when my mouth goes rogue. “What, did you forget underwear today?”

The flash of surprise in Jack’s eyes before annoyance floods back in feels like a tiny win. He growls and tightens his grip on my hair until my eyes water again. With his other hand, he pulls his hard cock free, which makes my eyes widen.

Jack might not be as long as I am, but he’s definitely thicker, with a dense black bush. More black hair covers his balls. I shouldn’t want them rubbed on my face. I really, really shouldn’t. But I do.

Cock in hand, Jack narrows his eyes. “You ever do this before, Bunny?”

“What? Yes!” I’m a little insulted, which seems to amuse him. He chuckles. I’m just relieved he didn’t ask how many times. It’s not a lot.

“So I don’t have to warn you that if you use teeth, I’m knocking them out of your head?”

“N-no. I mean, I won’t.”

He lets out an irritated sigh. “Jesus Christ, shut the fuck up already,” he mutters, shoving the first few inches of his cock into my mouth.

My tongue goes straight to his slit. I’m perversely curious to find out if this is turning him on. Oh, it is. I lap up the precum there as Jack lets out a low, stifled groan. He goes easy on me for the first few thrusts as I explore the head of his cock with my tongue, tracing the crown and drifting back to the slit, wanting to taste him again.

Abruptly, he pushes me all the way down on him. My nose, pressed into the thatch of dark hair just above his cock, fills with his musky scent. But I choke when he tries to hold me there. He makes a noise of annoyance as I struggle to keep from gagging.

He starts fucking my mouth fast, keeping it up until drool is running down my chin. I’m mortified, but I like it. And I’m mortified that I like it.

“Fuck, you’re not a bad little cocksleeve,” I hear him murmur above me. After the barrage of snide remarks and insults, it feels almost good to hear.

He shifts his angle, and when he fills my mouth with his cock this time, it cuts off my air. My eyes fly wide. He lets out that wicked chuckle I’m already becoming familiar with and holds me there.

I try shimmying away from him but he tightens his hand in my hair so sharply that I feel a yelp muffled down in my throat. Jack must feel the vibration, because he laughs again.

But now I’m fighting him out of instinct because the lack of oxygen is making my lungs burn. I look up and see him grinning, appearing to relish my struggle. Just when I’m starting to panic because black spots are filling my field of vision, he pulls his cock out of my mouth. I gasp for air, my mouth gaping wide like a caught fish as Jack stands up and gets off me.

My lungs are still on fire as he grabs me by an arm and pulls me upright. I’m trying to get my feet under me again when he tosses me over his shoulder with a grunt. When I manage to get my bearings in the dark, I realize we’re actually not far from the main trailhead.

He stops just shy of that junction and drops me, more or less unceremoniously, into the leaves on my belly, knocking the breath from my lungs again. My hands are still bound with my belt behind me. I suck in a sharp inhale when Jack yanks my legs apart as far as my half-pulled down pants allow.

“Hold yourself open for me,” he says in that same low, silky purr as when he was warning me not to do the stupid shit I did anyway. I wiggle my trapped hands around, obey him and wait, my shoulders tensed.

When I feel two of Jack’s fingers circling my asshole, a hum of pleasure vibrates in my throat. There’s a whoosh of air an instant before his palm comes down hard, and I realize the force he used for the earlier slap was just a warning.

I yelp, surprised both by the intensity of the blow and the pulse of need it sends between my legs. Oh God, no. My cock has no business snapping to attention so fast. I bite my lip hard.

“Hold still,” he orders. I haven’t moved, but I tense anyway. I’m expecting him to slap me or finger my rim again, so I shiver when I feel a glob of spit land on my exposed asshole. Jack laughs a little. “You like that, you filthy whore? Like me spitting on that tight, pink hole?”

I bite down hard on my lip again, trying not to moan as first one, then two, of his thick fingers fuck his spit into me. The stretch fills me with a pleasurable burn that makes me squirm underneath him. When he slips one in further, he reaches that spot. My thighs shake as I plead unintelligibly and surrender to the sensation. I’m too far gone to care about Jack’s mocking laughter as he watches me shamelessly grind my dick into the leaves, whimpering and chasing any friction I can get. My lips part as I gasp for breath and feel myself unravel.

I’m seconds from exploding when Jack throws his weight on top of me again, leaving me empty as he shoves the two fingers that were just up my ass into my mouth deep enough that I gag.

“Suck them clean, you stupid slut,” he hisses into my ear. “Put that mouth to good use for a change, instead of just wiggling around with your ass in the air.” He keeps his fingers there, making me fight not to throw up, as spit dribbles out of my mouth and tears stream out of my eyes.

Abruptly, he pushes them in deeper, fingertips all the way at the back of my throat. Oh God, no. I can’t stop it. Even as he yanks them from my mouth, I retch. Coughing and spitting onto the ground, I try to catch my breath when I hear a sharp hiss.

I howl as Jack’s belt catches me across both ass cheeks. I thrash and I’m surprised to find that my arms aren’t restricted so tightly anymore. He must have loosened my belt while he was on top of me, distracting me with his fingers halfway down my throat. A sob escapes me as the burn from the leather radiates in a fiery stripe.

I wiggle my arms free of my belt and scrabble to my hands and knees, then to my feet as I realize I’m alone again. I can just make out Jack’s figure striding across the parking lot. I pull my pants back up with shaking hands, watching as he lets himself into the darkened nature center and shuts the door behind him.

I don’t know if he’s coming back and I don’t wait to find out. I’m about to flee to the safety of my car when I notice something rectangular on the ground: my tablet, zipped up in its case.

I blink at it for a few seconds. Did he carry it with him for safekeeping this whole time he was debasing and using me? What in the everloving hell is the deal with this man?

I’m not about to find out tonight, that’s for sure. My legs are shaking as I stumble back to the parking lot, tablet clutched to my chest. I drive way too fast all the way home, barely making it through my door and locking it behind me before I slump onto the kitchen floor.

He didn’t let me get off, getting me right to the edge and denying me. Maybe that was my punishment for the picnic table thing? Or maybe that’s his usual game? I don’t know. But right now I don’t think I’ve ever been so desperate to come.

My back is against the door, legs splayed and pants yanked down to my thighs. My skin is sticky with sweat on the cheap vinyl floor and there are some bits of leaves still stuck to me. I grab my cock as I squeeze my eyes shut and summon the image of Jack above me as I lay on the forest floor. His shirt was tight across his shoulders, dark hair messy and falling around his face. A cruel smirk twisted his lips, and his dark eyes burned into me with an intensity that nearly took my breath away.

I only get in one more gasp of breath before exploding. The force of my orgasm makes my hips rock up and pulls a strangled cry out of my throat. My dick pulses as I come all over my thighs, my pants, the floor — I don’t fucking care at this point. My mind is gone, riding a wave of pleasure that sweeps away every thought, worry or need.

I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard. I stroke myself empty and let my head roll to one side against the door. “Holy shit,” I mumble.

Jack was a bully who hurt me and humiliated me for fun. He gagged me on his cock, fingered me and debased me. He left me sobbing, shaking and so sexually pent-up I could barely see straight.

And I wanted it. I wanted it then and I want it again. I want it so badly it scares me. This desire I can’t understand feels like a current trying to sweep me up. I have two choices: Fight it until I exhaust myself and succumb anyway, or just release right now and let it carry me off.