Very Bad Things (6 page)

“
I want you, Ryker.”

Fiona cried out as he slid his fingers over her clit.

“
Then take my cock out and start touching me properly.”

He was in control, and Fiona had no chance of ever
taking charge. If she was honest with herself, she didn’t want to be, and that
was what turned her on.

Chapter Eight

Ryker moved away from Fiona with
a
strength
he hadn’t known he possessed. He was hard, so damn stiff that
he wanted to shove his cock deep inside of her without thinking about it
anymore. He had her in his arms only seconds later, carried her through the
living room and into his bedroom, and then slammed the door shut with his foot.
This was insanity wanting her like this, about to fuck her because he couldn’t
control himself, and knew that all it had taken was a few short hours and he
was going to take her in every way.

He set her on the bed, envisioned her tied to it,
submitting to him, and crying out for more. The image of her tied to his
headboard, every inch of her body on display for his visual pleasure, was
slowly draining his self-control. Tonight he couldn’t do that to her, wouldn’t
frighten her more. He’d try to show he could have a semblance of gentleness
inside of him.

Now that he had Fiona, ready and willing—to a
point—that urge to show her who was in charge reared its head. She had fought
him, tried to escape, but she was seeing the reality of the situation, and that
he was the better option than being out there on her own. He made no qualms
over the fact that taking her had been a bad idea, but now that she was here he
knew he wouldn’t let her go.

She was his, and there was nothing going to take her
away. That was enough for him to do whatever the fuck he wanted.

In his miserable life he had never desired anyone like
he did Fiona. He fucked women for the sole purpose of getting off, and being in
a relationship had never enticed him. Then he had seen her, knew he wanted her
right then and there, even after killing the junkie traitor, and he was lost.
It was a fucked up situation, but he was going to make do with what he had, and
he wouldn’t change a thing, or how he had proceeded in all of this.

Here she was, ready for his taking, and he was going
to fuck the hell out of her until she couldn’t think straight. Ryker looked
between her legs, which were still
spread,
saw how red
and wet she was, and knew she ached for him. He did admit it surprised him when
he found out she was aroused by his spankings, but then that surprise had
turned to rock-hard lust.

He moved closer to her so he was now at the head of
the bed.

“
You scare me,” she licked her lips, “but I want you so badly.” She
looked confused, angry even, and he could relate. “I hate that I want you. It
frightens me.” The rapid pulse at the base of her throat, and the way she
pressed her thighs together, told him that her desire for him won out on the
other emotions.

When he moved onto the bed he placed a hand on each of
her knees and wrenched her thighs open. She stiffened for only a second before
she took his silent demand and obeyed. With her legs now open for him, he
settled between them. Ryker stared right at her cunt, felt his cock throb and
his balls draw up. Shit, he wanted to fuck her and claim her like some kind of
wild animal. She was all smooth and pink, glistening with the wetness that
he
had caused. He was going to fill her
up with so much of his cum that her pussy would be covered in it. It would be
his
mark on her body.

“
Your cunt is so ready for me to fuck it, Fiona.” He lifted his hand and
ran his finger down the center of her slit. Her body visibly shook, and he had
to curl his other hand into a tight fist to try to grapple with his control.
Placing his thumb on her clit, he applied pressure while he slid his index
finger over her wet cleft and circled it around the opening of her vagina.

Ryker finger-fucked her in long strokes and rubbed her
clit at the same time. Pre-cum slipped from the tip of his cock when he heard
the breathy little cries that came from her. She was still scared, still had
this wild, frightened look on her face, but she was not stopping him, and in
fact was moaning out for more.

Taking hold of the root of his dick, he tightened his
fingers around his aching shaft. He could have come just from watching his
finger move in and out of her body. But he wanted to get off inside of her, and
wouldn’t find release until he was balls deep in her.

She was tight, so fucking tight that he found himself
jerking off. “Tell me you want my cock. Beg me for it.” He roared out the
words.

“
God, yes, yes I want this.” She cried out, and squirmed on the bed.
 

He leaned forward and dragged his tongue over one of
her nipples. She arched into his mouth, and he groaned against her flesh. While
he sucked and licked at her, he continued to stroke his cock with fervor.
“You’re
mine
.” He moved his mouth
lower until he hovered right over her pussy. In a quick move he sucked at her
soaked, swollen flesh. He circled her clit again, harder and faster, trying to
draw out her pleasure.

Christ, she tastes good.

Ryker didn’t know if he could have held out much
longer. He broke away and latched his mouth onto hers. When he pulled away from
her, aligned his cock with the entrance of her pussy, and slowly started to
push inside, he couldn’t stop himself from groaning out.

“
It’s good, Fiona.
Fuck,
it’s
so damn good.” He couldn’t go slow and couldn’t be easy with her. Ryker thrust
all of his
dick into her until his balls slapped against her
ass.

“
This is wrong.” She seemed to be talking to herself. She moaned and
thrashed her head back and forth, but she never told him to stop.

“
No, it’s so right. It’s so damn good.”

Her cheeks were flushed, and her hairline was wet from
perspiration. And then he let loose and fucked her in long, hard strokes. Over
and over he slammed into her, loving the sounds of pleasure and pain she made,
how she asked him to stop, but begged him to go on. He was going to come, and
it was going to be the sweetest fucking thing.

She looked at him with a wide, frightened expression,
blinked a few times, and when he thrust especially hard into her he loved that
her eyes rolled back into her head. Thrusting into her once more, he pulled out
only long enough to take hold of her hips, flip her onto her belly, and kick
her legs apart again with his knee. Her ass was big and fleshy, and he loved
it. He smacked her right ass cheek with his open palm. A gasp left her, and he
repeated the act to her left cheek. Ryker then slipped his finger through her
pussy, gathered her moisture, and used his other hand to spread her ass apart.
He moved his now cream-soaked digit to her anus, and ran the tip along the
puckered hole.

“
I’m going to fuck your ass before we’re done here, Fiona.” He placed the
tip of his cock back at her pussy, held onto her waist, and thrust into her in
one deep, hard move. Her cry was muffled because her face was pressed into the
mattress. He slammed into her, held his position for a second, and then pulled
out slowly. Ryker couldn’t stop staring at the puckered hole of her bottom. He
slipped the same pussy-cream-slicked finger over her anus again, teased the
hole, and then pushed it inside.

He pumped into her over and over again, and then
stilled completely and spread her ass as far as it would go. When he pulled out
of her pussy, he immediately gathered more of her wetness and smoothed it over
her anus until the hole glistened with her arousal. His cock was already soaked
from fucking her, and he knew he had enough lube covering him. He might have
taken her against her will, but he wasn’t a sadist in the sense that he wanted her
hurt solely for his pleasure.

“
God yes, Fiona.”
He slipped his finger inside of her until he was two knuckles deep and
groaned. “You have no idea how much it turns me on seeing you this vulnerable.”
He removed the digit and replaced it with the thick crown of his erection.
There was resistance as he pushed through the tight ring of muscle, but then he
was fully in her. He only gave her a few seconds to adjust to his size before
he started moving in and out very
slowl
y
. He moved way
only long enough to grab a small bottle of lube from the bedside dresser, and
then was covering his cock and her anus with the slick liquid.
After several minutes, when he felt her start to relax, he picked up his
speed.
He was crazed in his movements, pounding into her body like he owned it.
But he did own her, every part of her.

He used his other hand and gripped a chunk of her
hair, pulled her head back until her throat was arched, and groaned out. She
came right then, opening her mouth and crying in pleasure. Her ass tightened
around his cock, and he growled, thrusting several more times into her before
pulling out right at the last minute. He took hold of the base of his dick and
stroked himself feverishly until white arcs of cum came out of the tip of his
cock and covered her ass. His orgasm went on and on, and he watched in a
euphoric, drugged-out haze as his semen slid down the crease of her bottom and
covered her pussy.

She was trying to catch her breath, but her eyes were
closed and she stayed on her belly. Ryker pulled her close, not caring that
both of them were sweaty, or that she was covered in his cum. She didn’t fight
him, and for that he was thankful, but he also didn’t trust her completely. He
pulled the sheets up and over them and stared at the back of her head. He felt
her stiffen, but he had known that after he had fucked
her
this
would be the outcome. She had been in the moment with him, but most
likely she was thinking about what they had done and processing her reaction to
it all. She had been taken by him against her will, so clearly she was still
afraid, even after crying out from her orgasm. He pulled her closer and tucked
her against his chest.

It felt good to hold someone, and having Fiona this
close made the coldness in him thaw slightly.

Chapter Nine

Fiona dried her hair listening to Ryker in the
bathroom. It was morning and she was hungry, but she didn’t want to leave the
bedroom without his permission. Running off last night had been a mistake. Her
pussy heated thinking about what had actually gone down. He’d caught her,
punished her, scared her, and fucked her. She had wanted it all, had begged for
it. Afterwards, he had held her tight against him with his white cum still
covering her ass.

Not only had he taken her pussy last night but he’d
fucked her ass, and she’d loved it. How could she love something like
that?
 
The very thought of him taking her
again like that, turned her on. She was sick, yet she wouldn’t run away. No,
she wanted him again. Fiona didn’t want this kind of pleasure to end.

That morning she’d woken up to find him staring down
at her. His cum had dried on her skin. Without a word spoken between them he
had carried her to the bathroom. He’d washed his cum off her then washed her
hair. She now sat on the bed with the towel wrapped around her body, and
another in her hand to dry her hair.

The shower turned off, and seconds later Ryker stood
in the doorway to look at her. He had a towel around his hips, but his hair was
wet. He wasn’t doing anything about his wet hair.

“
Are you going to run screaming?” he asked.

“
No.”

“
Are you going to run again?”

She licked her lips, taking her time to answer even
though she knew she wasn’t going to go anywhere. Would he believe her if she
gave in so easily?

“
No, I’m not going to run anywhere.”

“
You’re going to do as you’re told.”

“
Yes.” Her life hadn’t felt wonderful in a long time. All she needed to
do was remember the feel of his cock inside her to remind her that he’d given
her wonderful last night. He had given her downright dirty.

“
Stand up.”

She stood, dropping the towel she’d been using for her
hair onto the bed.

“
Drop the towel.”

“
I did.”

“
The one that is covering
your body from me.
Drop it.”

Last night she’d been in a haze, an aroused haze. This
morning, she was very much aware of her body that wasn’t perfect.

“
Drop it, Fiona.”

She dropped the towel to the floor, fisting her hands
at her sides when he told her not to cover herself. This was hard for her to
do. She’d never had a nice body to look at. Food was her comfort in life,
helping her deal with her problems.

The towel he wore was on the floor a second later.
Staring at his cock, she saw he was rock hard.