“Fuck, baby,” he growled, sliding his hand down Lily’s body to strum his thumb against her clit. “You ready for more?”
She couldn’t speak, but it didn’t matter. Her throaty groan told him everything he needed to know as he found that perfect rhythm on her clit, and she felt herself squeezing down on his cock. He increased the speed of his thrusts until his movements became firm, then hard, then downright rough as he filled her over and over, sweat beading on his forehead and dampening her skin as he bent and pressed his brow to hers. It should have hurt, but Ben had matched his pace to hers all night, and he had managed to carry her along with him until she didn’t care about pain anymore, she just needed him to fuck her brains out.
“Ben,” she whispered, looking up at him and tugging on her wrists beneath his hand. “Please!”
He released them, and Lily whimpered in relief as he allowed her to bring her hands down from above her head. She slid her palms to the hem of his shirt and slipped underneath, flattening her hands against the flexing muscles in his abs. He groaned in response, body shuddering as he bit his lip, panting heavily in time with his animal thrusts.
Ben’s eyes were wide, his attention focused completely on Lily as he pounded into her with a single-minded determination to make her come. His circling thumb on her clit became a pinch, and Lily’s fingers curled, scratching over his skin in desperation as she felt herself skirting so damned close to the edge once again.
“You gonna come for me, Bay?” he groaned. He released her clit from his pinching fingers and rolled it against the pad of his thumb once again. Lily writhed and arched against him, her mouth opening to release a sound so strangled she didn’t even recognise her own voice. “Oh yeah,” he went on. “You’re so fucking close. You like it hard, don’tcha? You love being owned by a townie fucking lowlife.”
Lily scrabbled her hand down to Ben’s thumb, and pressed on it until he did what she wanted, increasing the pressure on her clit until her eyes almost watered. “Come on, baby,” he whispered. “Squeeze my cock. Fucking come for me.”
Another moment later, Lily lost it, her body bucking against him as the waves of pleasure finally crashed over her, and left her completely exhausted. His thumb was still on her clit, and she hissed as she pushed him off, her skin far too sensitive to be able to withstand the rasp of his callused hands.
“Jesus, baby,” Ben cursed, sliding so that he could rest on his elbows and hold her cheeks in between his palms. “I’m gonna fucking come.” His hips jerked, movements becoming erratic as he pressed his forehead to her cheek and let out an animal grunt that sent a primal thrill through Lily’s spine. She reached up and slid one hand to his back and the other to his hair. She couldn’t get a grip on his buzz cut, so she had to settle for pulling him in tighter against her. He shuddered, body tense as a bow as she felt his cock pulse inside her, and a harsh moan escape his lips. A moment later, he allowed his arms to give way and he collapsed his weight on top of her, groaning in relief.
Lily couldn’t breathe, but she didn’t care. Her arms were aching, and she felt like she had been hit by a train. All she wanted to do was curl up and sleep for a week, but as Ben raised himself back up onto his elbows and stared down at her with that damned evil smile on his face, she knew that he had other plans for her tonight.
***
She was furious. With him, for manipulating her into being a slut, and with herself, for falling for it so damned easily. Lily seethed as Ben smirked at her, stroking his palm across her cheek as if he owned her. His smile widened at her scowl and he chuckled a little, but didn’t say anything as he got off her bed and swaggered into her bathroom as if he owned the fucking place. The toilet flushed, and then she heard him running water into the sink.
She should run. She could have, if she didn’t mind running down her street with no clothes on. She could have found something heavy and clonked him over the head with it, then she might have had time to get dressed and phone the police before she started running down the street. Lily sat up, tried to clear her head and find the most sensible course of action, but all she could think of was what he would do to her if he caught her. Her legs had somehow gotten tangled in the sheets, and she kicked herself free, hissing in pain as her foot connected with something cold and hard.
By the time Ben walked back into the bedroom, Lily was sat on the edge of her bed, feet dangling onto the floor and her hands in her lap. “So, you think it’s a good idea to just wander off and leave your victim while you make use of the facilities?” she asked. Ben grinned, completely relaxed as if he knew she wouldn’t have the balls to run.
“What can I say, baby,” he replied. “I live fucking dangerously.”
“You can say that again,” Lily spat, lifting her hands from her lap. She leaned forward and planted her elbows on the top of her thighs, holding the gun in front of her face to give Ben a good look at what he had left forgotten on her bed.
He didn’t even have the decency to pretend to look concerned. He stuck his hands into the pockets of his pants and cocked his head, raising one eyebrow as if daring her to make her next move.
“What you gonna do, Bay?” He asked. “Shoot me? Put it down before you break a fucking nail.”
Lily felt her jaw twitch in fury as she stood up, took the safety off the gun and pointed it at Ben’s face. “You think I’m just going to lie here and let you do whatever the hell you want to me, you asshole?” she demanded. “You think you can just treat me like a fucking slut and get away with it?”
He stared back at her, his eyes taking on an intensity she had never seen before. He wasn’t in the least bit perturbed by the sight of a gun pointed at his face, and Lily felt herself flinch as he took a couple of steps closer, almost within reach.
“So what’s with the fucking monologue?” Ben countered. “You wanna shoot me, baby? What are you waiting for?” He stepped forward again and wrapped his fingers around her hand, pulling until the barrel of the gun was pressed right into the flesh of his jaw. Lily yelped in shock, the yelp turning into a whine as he grabbed her hair with his free hand, yanking her closer so that they were nose to nose with the gun between them.
What the hell was he doing? Lily felt frozen, unable to think or react as Ben continued to growl at her. “Come on, Bay. I’m right here. It’s easy. All you have to do is twitch your finger and you can fucking kill me, right now. What the fuck are you waiting for?”
“Stop it!” she whispered, trying to pull her hand away without daring to move her fingers for fear of hitting the trigger. He was a scumbag, and he had humiliated her, but she wasn’t going to kill him. Everyone would find out what had happened and she would be looked on with pity and/or disgust for the rest of her life. It wasn’t worth the jail time. “Jesus, let me go!”
“Let you go?” he repeated. “Fuck no. You point a fucking gun, you should be ready to use it, baby.” He started to push Lily backwards across the room, continued until her ass hit the side of her dresser, and she was stuck. “Now take the fucking shot!”
“No!” she cried, squeezing her eyes shut and turning away from him in fright. “Please just put it down, Ben!” As much as she wanted to believe she wasn’t going to kill him because it wasn’t worth it, she knew in her heart that she couldn’t kill him, even if she could get away with it.
“Don’t wanna do it, huh?” he asked, ignoring the tears that were falling down her cheeks. “You know why I think I can treat you like a fucking slut, baby?” He moved forward, pushing her until he was leaning so far that her head almost hit the wall, the gun still thrust into his jaw between them. “It’s because you are a fucking slut, Bay. You do just lie there and fucking take it, because you like getting it rough from a townie lowlife. Don’tcha? And this way you think you don’t have to fucking admit it.”
Lily was so choked up and afraid that she couldn’t speak. She tried to shake her head, but his tightening grip in her hair kept her still. She whined in pain, but that wasn’t good enough for Ben. “No, baby,” he growled. “You don’t get to fucking ignore me, not here. You fucking like it, don’tcha?”
Lily could feel the tears coursing down her cheeks as Ben stared at her, but he didn’t care. He wasn’t going to let her go until she answered, but there was no way she was going to say what he wanted to hear.
“No,” she replied, clenching her jaw to try to still the tremble in her lip. “I don’t want it, and I don’t like it. You’re fucking delusional, you bastard.”
He laughed, but his eyes were hard as rock. “Delusional, huh?” he repeated. “So, when you fucking came for me those two times, when you were trying to pull my hair out and rip the skin off my back with your nails. Were you fucking delusional then, too?”
“Fuck you!”
She heard him laugh that humourless laugh again, and he turned his head away from her, grinding his teeth in anger. “Maybe you need another fucking demonstration, Bay,” he spat. He finally snatched the gun from her hands and lowered it, smacking it down onto her dresser as he pulled her free of the wall and shoved her into the middle of the room. He spun her round until she stood facing the foot of the bed, his fingers still in her hair in a vicelike grip. He was pressed up against her, cock hard against the cheeks of her ass, and Lily bit her lip as she felt a traitorous, wanton moan rise in her throat.
She had never been turned on by force before. It was not something that had ever even entered her mind, but as Ben growled a harsh “open your fucking legs!” into her ear, Lily felt her vagina tighten in arousal.
“Go to hell!” she seethed. She didn’t care if her body was betraying her, she wasn’t going to admit to wanting this arrogant scumbag. He shoved his foot between hers and forced her legs apart, and then he moved his free hand between them to slide his pants out of the way.
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