“I’m so sorry, Daniel,” she said pleadingly. “It was thoughtless of me to take you to a place like that. I should’ve listened to you when you told me it wouldn’t work. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
“Hurt me?” he snarled.
She heard something heavy clunk and knew it was weights he was hefting. Despite her conviction to hold her ground, Addison found herself slowly backing up when she heard him advance toward her with the heavy object in his hands. Every instinct in her body urged her to turn and run. Daniel was a dangerous animal and he was stalking her with the intent to harm her. She wondered if it would hurt to have her skull crushed with a weight.
“You can’t hurt me, little girl!” he roared, far closer than she thought possible, causing her to jump back. Her thigh struck a machine and she stumbled sideways, losing her balance.
Addison fell to the floor just as Daniel hurled the weight he was holding well over her head and into the concrete wall. She felt the floor shake as the weight fell. She lay frozen on the mats wondering how the hell she was going to get out of the weight pit without injuring herself when she felt the depression of Daniel’s feet next to her prone body. She rolled over onto her stomach and quickly tried to crawl away from him, but he stepped on her dress with a loud tearing sound and Addison stopped moving. She curled into a ball and cradled her head in her arms. A sob of fear tore from her throat.
Daniel reached down and rolled her onto her back. Straddling her hips, he took her wrists in one of his hands and forced them over her head. Addison struggled against him, but his brute strength far outmatched hers.
“You think,” he snarled hotly in her face once he had wrenched her arms over her head, “that you have any control over me?”
Addison shook her head in denial. “No, that’s not what I thought!”
He took her jaw in a bruising grip. Ignoring her words, he said, “I’ve killed more people with these hands than you’ve played music for in your lifetime, Addison Sterling. You’re a fucking baby, you do not control me.”
She sobbed from underneath him. She was torn between wanting to soothe the savage beast that was tearing her apart and wanting to run as far from him as she could get.
“P… please Daniel…” she begged.
He slapped her cheek lightly, shocking her into silence. “Shut up,” he snapped. “Done listening to you. You don’t get to fuck with my head any more. Going to prove that you mean nothing to me. Then we’re going to end this.”
He yanked the top of her dress, tearing it down to her waist, “Whatever the fuck this is.”
He yanked the layers of skirts up until he was able to reach her delicate panties and then tore them easily from her hips. He slid his rough, callused fingers easily into her body. Despite her terror of him, he’d trained her body to respond readily to his rough touch.
“Always so fucking ready for me, Addison,” he growled, taking his fingers out of her pussy and shoving them in her mouth. “Taste yourself, my little whore. Even when you fear me, you still fucking want me.”
She sucked his fingers delicately, tasting herself on him. She wanted to make him respond to her, to soften and participate. He’d punished her before, but nothing like this. This felt real. Like he was trying to scare her, to drive her away. She was terrified he might actually hurt her this time. And the worst part was she didn’t care about herself as much as she cared what it might do to him.
He glided his fingers back in her pussy and curved them into her G-spot, just the way he knew she loved it. Addison moaned and arched into his hand seeking more of the incredible intensity he was forcing on her. She spread her legs in abandon, forcing him to adjust his body so she could get comfortable.
Shoving her skirts out of the way, he bent and flicked his tongue against her engorged clit, drawing an appreciative gasp from her. He pumped his fingers in and out of her body, relentlessly massaging her G-spot while gently drawing her clit from its hood. The juxtaposition between rough and gentle was driving her crazy. She drew her knees back and wriggled restlessly on the mat.
“You love this, Addison?” he asked, nipping the rounded flesh of her inner thigh. She jumped and cried out in pain. He loved that spot on her. It was soft and sensitive.
“Yes, I love it!” she moaned.
“You want to come?” he asked, flicking his tongue against her labia, occasionally hitting her clit.
She tossed her head against the mat and dug her nails into the hard rubber. He was such an evil bastard! “Yes, yes, please, I want to come!”
“Beg me for it,” he demanded, pumping his fingers faster, driving her higher.
“Please, may I come?” she begged, her voice a wild cry.
He pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy and leaned back. “I don’t think so.”
“What?” she gasped, her entire body shaking with need.
It took her another ten seconds to process his response before she automatically reached down her body to finish her own orgasm. He took both of her wrists in a steely grip and hauled her up against his body. He gripped the back of her head, tangling her curls mercilessly in his fingers and holding her head still. He brought her face so close to his he could no doubt see every nuance of her eyes. She didn’t understand why he loved her eyes so much.
Her body burned for his possession. She squirmed against him, wanting to get closer. He held her wrists in a tight grip behind her back, arching her body into him. She maneuvered her legs so that she was straddling him, so that her pussy was flush against the zip of his jeans. She experimented by tilting her hips forward and moaned low in her throat as friction shot through her. Yup, she could come like this.
Of course, the asshole wasn’t going to allow that. His fingers tightened painfully against her hands. Her hips stilled.
“Please, Daniel,” she breathed, leaning forward, closing the distance between their mouths and trying to press her lips against his.
