So I give up and in.
She slides into me with her hand until she hits something so deep within me, so forcefully that I forget the rules.
I scream.
“Oh-oh,” she says. “Broken rule.”
And pulls out slightly, only to push back in.
I scream and try to move away.
Her hand slips out.
“I told you, there is no getting away,” she says and glares vindictively at me. It’s the moment I kick her in the face.
She flies off the bed, but comes back up immediately.
“Oh, you really wanna know it, huh?”
She grabs my legs, and I fight. She might be strong, but not as strong as my legs.
What I didn’t count on, however, was that she must have had training in combat, because within one second, she has me in a lock, and I can’t move anymore.
She leans on me, her elbow pressing into my throat. Her face is so close. Her eyes have almost no color anymore.
“I’m going to fuck you with the strap-on until you get unconscious,” she whispers, pushes herself off me, gets a strap-on from the drawer, and straps in.
I am too perplexed to move. There is no point anyway.
She grasps underneath my legs, pulls me to where she kneels on the bed, and enters me. The dildo is big. And she’s not holding back.
She’s thrusting relentlessly in me.
Again.
And again.
And again.
It’s painful.
But not that bad.
I know it’s not okay.
I know she crossed a boundary.
I know none of this is right.
And yet, I am here.
I just watch her.
Because she is in more pain than I am.
It shows with every thrust.
Her eyes glitter.
