“Cheater.”
They ram into me hard, splitters digging into my shoulders.
“Slut. Whore. Disgusting.”
Each word is punctuated with a thrust, a pushing of their body into mine, and a pinch to my clit, a buildup to some alternative reality that I’ve been seeking and never able to find. I gasp around the gag, barely able to keep my breath up with what I need. My vision is blurry, and my head spins with dizziness. My knees keep going weak like I’m going to faint, but I work to keep myself upright.
Because they’re not wrong.
I want this.
I need this.
I deserve this.
Instead of pulling away with each thrust, I push my hips back, taking as much of their cock into me as I can. The pinches morph to a flick and a swipe, and the shift is so sudden that I nearly collapse from the arousal that pools in my body. A hand under my hips keeps me upright. Holding my breath, I take everything I’m given.
Then everything stops.
Breathing heavily, I’m alone. They’re gone. They’re not touching me. Cold rushes through my body as if I’ve been doused with a bucket. What the hell happened?
My head is wrenched up by my hair, but I still can’t see their face. God, I want to, so badly.
“You’re a fucking slut, and you only cum for me when I tell you to. Got it?”
I nod. If I could speak, I would.
They slap my face, my teeth rattling.
“Cum. Now.”
My orgasm pulses through me. My toes curl into the cement, my hips push forward. I clench my eyes shut just trying to keep upright, but I can’t. It feels so fucking good. Everywhere. All over me. I can’t escape it. Not that I’d ever want to.
Chapter 10
December 3
You’d think it wouldn’t be this hard to figure out who BandAid42 is, but I literally can’t get past their systems to do it. I’ve tried, for days now, ever since they blocked me from the site, which I’ve checked multiple times a day.
Typing furiously on the computer, I try yet another backdoor in an attempt to at least get some information on who this stranger is. Because I need to know. They’ve taken hold of every empty space in my brain and more. And I know this is my punishment for being late. But still, it couldn’t be helped. And I just want to know more of what I experienced before.
Can’t I have that at the very least?
I go to the website, checking for probably the fifth time that day to see if I’m allowed back in. Because I paid for this shit! I should at least have access to it. Ever since Thanksgiving, the anger and frustration have only built.
BandAid42
You should stop while you’re ahead.
I freeze. I hadn’t expected a message, and certainly not one telling me to cease and desist. Holding my breath, I hover my fingers over the keyboard, trying to figure out what to say, something that can get me out of this jail cell that I’ve been put into.
F4tNw1ll1ng
It doesn’t feel like I’m ahead, but rather behind.
BandAid42
Would you like it from behind? I bet you would. Dirty little sluts like you always do.
