“J for what, I wonder. Justin, Jared?” The note held out in front of him, he circles me. “Jake? James.” He watches my face to see if he gets a reaction from the names.
“It’s not my fault,” I gasp out.
“Yes, it is.” He grabs my shoulders. “Because you could let me help you, and you refuse.”
“That’s not how you’re supposed to—”
“What?” he snarls. “Talk to a victim? Right, my mistake. I’m supposed to coddle you and pet your hair and tell you, ‘Of course you can deal with it in the way that makes you feel safe, and I’ll support you in any way you need.’”
“You are a piece of shit.”
“You’re surprised? Guess what, sweetheart. I don’t give a shit about your feelings. This man thinks he can have his hands all over your panties, his mouth all over them, and you’re just supposed to take it.I’mjust supposed to take it.”
I want to curl up in a ball. I hadn’t even thought of that.
“I don’t want anything he’s touched on or near your cunt. It’s mine. No one”—he crumples up the note—“takes what is mine.”
“Then why didn’t you fuck me the other night?” The pleading words slip out before I can stop them.
Salinger steps up to me. His hands settle on my waist.
“Because.” His voice drops. “You were scared, just like you are now. I see it in your eyes, hear it in your voice, see it in the way you tremble like a little bunny rabbit. You’re afraid.”
“I’m not.” I close my eyes.
“You are, and it’s dangerous.” He breathes in. His mouth is intoxicating on my neck. “You were afraid of getting fucked by me.”
“No,” I stammer, shaking my head.
“I can practically hear your heartbeat.” He presses his lips to where my pulse jumps. “What are you afraid of, that I’m going to hurt you? Hm?” His hands slide up my skirt, kneading my ass. “Afraid you’ll like it when I make you take my cock again and again?”
My panties are soaked. I crave his touch.
“Tell me what you’re so scared of, sweetheart.” His teeth nip my ear.
I moan as his hands roam higher. “I just—I don’t want you to be mean to me.”
“You mean humiliate you? Degrade you? You like it when I use you. You like it when I turn you into my little sex toy.” He tilts my head back, his words hot on my mouth. “You liked choking on my cock, dirty girl.” His tongue darts out to taste my mouth. “You liked how filthy I made you when I came all over your cunt.”
A hard kiss.
“And you were such a little slut for my cum-wet finger up your ass.” His tongue slips in my mouth, tangling with mine as he kisses me breathless. “No.” He nips my lip. “There is nothing you crave more than being used by me.”
I grind my hips against him, feeling the hard bulge dig into me. “I want you to make me yours,” I whisper in the dark. “I want you to make me scream.”
The blouse rips under his hands, buttons flying across the room. His hands are on my tits. They’re spilling over the bra.
“Don’t be scared of me,” he says. “I know you want me. That’s why you’re so wet for me.”
The kisses are hot. His hands are everywhere. The scraps of the ripped blouse flutter to the floor. “I just want to use you, not abuse you. Not hurt you. Well, it might hurt a little bit at first, but then you’ll like it.”
I cry out as he forces me onto the desk, on my back. My palms slide against the leather blotter.
Above me, he undoes his belt buckle then his zipper.
My fingers drift to my clit, stroking myself as he takes out that huge cock, fisting it.
Then he’s on me.
