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‘I’m sorry,’ she said. ‘When the rain started, and the lightening, and with the mud. I didn’t have anything on my feet.’

He got hold of her and pulled her up to the tips of her toes, flattening her against the wall.

Flick mumbled and blinked into darkness but Rushe’s hand covered her mouth holding her against the wall.

‘
You like it here?’ he snarled. No lights were on but she didn’t need to see him. ‘I told you to take a hike. I was never supposed to see you again.’

With his usual
finesse, he released her, and she collapsed to the floor. Flick wasn’t surprised by his actions, and his brusqueness was almost familiar. The lamp came on and she held up a hand to block the bright intrusion. Flick got back up to her feet. Rushe paced the width of the room in front of the door; again, he clenched and unclenched his fists.

‘Can I go
and get cleaned up?’

Rushe stopped pacing. ‘Take off your clothes.’

‘Excuse me?’

‘Now,’ he rumbled.

Flick’s tiredness lessened as she observed him; his chin down, his eyes black, his short, shallow breaths. He made demands, yet she felt powerful. This man wanted something he’d only get if she complied. He’d proved that he wouldn’t take it by force.

After the disastrous day, t
his was the comfort Flick needed, and this was the way Rushe could offer it to her. After unzipping her jeans, she unbuttoned the shirt, and let it drop. Flick removed one top, and then the other, peeling back the layers with excruciating diligence.

His fin
gers began to flex again, and Flick knew he wanted her to move faster. But with his eyes on hers Flick very slowly pushed her jeans down, and stepped out of them, kicking off the dirty socks in the process. In front of him completely naked, she let him look his fill.

‘Turn around.’

When his voice rumbled and his lips didn’t move she got chills, but she did as told. Without seeing him she knew he was examining this new angle of her as intently as the first.

Rushe
made no noise when he moved closer; the first she knew was the crushing hold of his hands on her ass. He squeezed and stroked her, then drew his hand down between her cheeks until he reached her clit. His other arm came around her, and he gripped her breast.

Two of his fingers slid into her, then a third in and out. Compelling her forward he pushed her to the wall,
while his fingers still worked in and out of her.

‘You
want more of this?’ he growled into her ear, the humidity of his breath dampened her hair. ‘You dirty little whore, you’re soaking me. You like this?’

But from how she squirmed against him there could be no denying how
amazing Rushe made her feel. Then his hand was gone.

‘Put your hands on the wall,’ he said yanking her hips back until she was bent to
ninety degrees.

‘Rushe—‘

He smacked her rear. ‘I don’t want to hear from you. I’m gonna fuck you good. Fuck some sense into that pretty little head of yours. I don’t want to hear one sound from you, not one single sound.’

Reaching between h
er legs, he pinched her clit. Flick’s knees wanted to buckle but he kicked her feet apart and pulled his buttons open. She heard him access the drawer, and then the rustle of the condom packet being torn. Her vague awareness of his hand landing on the wall above her dissipated when within a second he plunged into her. This wasn’t slow like the last time; he rammed himself into her right to the hilt with one thrust.

Her insides screamed and he battered her cervix with every advance
, but he got faster, harder, propelling himself into her. Then he stopped. Deep inside her he stopped and she wanted to ask why but didn’t dare.

‘Do you feel that
?’ he growled, lowering himself to speak into her hair while his hands groped around at her breasts. ‘You feel my dick in you? Does your pussy like that?’ He twiddled her nipples between his thumb and forefinger. ‘Speak.’

‘Yes,’ she whispered.

‘You like my long, fat cock in you? You better get used to it now. You hungry for my dick? Speak!’

‘Yes,’ she said with the shimmering awareness of orgasm coming from her shoulders to her core.

‘That’s alright,’ he said rubbing his face in her hair. ‘You want to come all over my cock you do it. You better get used to it. Your only purpose in life now is to accommodate my cock in your cunt. Morning, noon, or night, you’re gonna get fucked when I want it. You gonna do as you’re told, Kitten?’ He began to slide back and forth but this time so slow it was agonizing. ‘I’m gonna fuck you any time I want, how I want, if I want it fast and dirty I’m gonna take it. When I tell you to eat you’re gonna suck your breakfast from my balls, you gonna do as you’re told? Speak.’

‘Yes,’ she croaked
, pushing back against his invasion.

‘Sir,’ he said. ‘Yes, sir.’

‘Yes, sir,’ she repeated.

‘You want me to fuck you?’ he asked
, stopping again.

‘Yes
, sir.’

‘What’s the magic word?
’ he sneered.

‘Please,’ she said. ‘Please
, fuck me.’

One hand shot from her breast to her clit, squeezing again. ‘You don’t think about coming until I tell you to,’ he said. ‘You hear me?’

‘Yes, sir.’

Rushe thumped in deep, angling her hips for deeper penetration
. She cried out and he spanked her again, harder, much harder. But she wanted more and she struggled not to call out for it.

‘Please!’ she begged. ‘Oh god
, Rushe! Please! Yes!’

With one more slap he grabbed her hips and shoved into
her faster, he growled. ‘Now.’

Just like that her inner muscles clamped around him
, and she shouted for him again. With another thrust into her Rushe stopped and grabbed a butt cheek in each hand. Flick shuddered and whimpered again when he drew out of her, but he said nothing. Two beats passed then she heard him slam out of the room... so much for no replays.

Flick righted herself
, then turned to lean against the wall, not entirely sure what to do next, but she didn’t have to wait for long. The door opened again and Rushe was back in the room, buttoned up as though previous events had not occurred at all. Flick didn’t know what to say and so stayed silent while he considered her.

‘
Shiv will be back,’ Rushe said. ‘It’s your blood he’ll want.’

Flick
hadn’t considered Shiv’s revenge. But today she’d been sure that all of this was in her past. Rushe had told her to go because Shiv would prove a danger to her.

‘
I’ll deal with it,’ she said.

‘Will you?
’

‘
Yeah,’ Flick said. Her confidence might be mostly bravado but she had nothing else to draw upon.

‘You were supposed to be gone,’ he said. ‘You’re in it now. You’re stuck here.’

‘You watch my back, I’ll watch yours.’ 

Im
plying that he might need help from a feeble woman such as herself wouldn’t go over well with a man like Rushe. But she had helped him today whether or not he acknowledged it.

‘I’m not gonna fall for you
, Kitten,’ he said, almost sniggering at her. ‘You’ve got a tight, little pussy that’s good for strangling my cock, that’s it.’

‘Yet,’ she said moving across the room. ‘Earlier you said it wasn’t good enough for a replay... I think that’s what we just had.’

‘I don’t see a lot of options around here, do you?’

‘I think you like having sex with
me,’ she said, sliding her hands into his front jeans pockets when she reached him.

‘I’m a guy, damn right I like sex.’

‘With me,’ she said. ‘I think you like having sex... with me.’

‘
One pussy’s as good as the next.’

‘We’ll see,’ she said
, levering up to kiss his jaw. ‘I like having sex with you.’

‘You better get washed.’ Rushe tugged the towel from the end of the bed.

‘Are you going to join me in the shower?’

‘Why would you want to get mixed up with a guy like me?’ he asked
.

Something in Rushe
was softer tonight, though he did his best to disguise it. ‘I’ll let you soap my back,’ Flick said.

‘Answer my question.’

‘About getting mixed up?’

‘There’s no
happy ever after. I’m not a bad guy with a good heart, this is no fantasy. If you knew who I was, the things I’ve done, you’d cry and run for your mama.’

Flick took the towel, wrapped it around her body, and left the bedroom to head for the shower. She couldn’t answer his question, because it would mean admitting to him the thing she was struggling with herself – she cared about him. Flick saw movement when she switched on the shower and she glanced back over her shoulder to see Rushe there by the door, with his back to her, on sentry duty.

Quickly washing the muck, sweat, and grime from her body, Flick finished up and wrapped herself in the towel again. Rushe ushered her out of the bathroom and she heard Skeeve yelling at the Kid about something in the kitchen but thankfully she couldn’t see either of them.

The
toil of the day caught up with her and Flick cast the towel aside after a quick swipe of the droplets remaining on her skin. She crawled onto the bed and lay out flat on her belly. Something landed on her back, Flick turned over to see it was another of Rushe’s shirts, she looked at him with the question in her eyes.

‘I don’t trust those guys not to walk in here,’ he said.

Flick sat up to untangle the shirt, then put her arms in the sleeves, but she didn’t button it. Rushe pulled off his tee-shirt, and kicked off his boots, then came toward her, but Flick held up a hand.

‘Take off your jeans
,’ she said, and his brow sloped because he was the one who gave orders. ‘Please.’

‘I don’t wear underwear.’

‘I know,’ she said. ‘You have nothing to be modest about, and I promise I’ll keep him shielded from prying eyes if there are any.’

‘Him,’ Rushe
muttered while complying with her request, and though Flick couldn’t be sure there seemed to be a whisper of a laugh in his voice.

When he kicked his jeans
away, she prepared to be scooped up on top of him like the blanket he usually used her for. Instead, Rushe fell down on top of her, bracing his forearms at either side of her head; Flick tickled her fingertips around his chest.

‘I’m gonna fuck you again,’ he said.

‘Ok.’

‘And through the night, whenever I want it.’

‘I heard you when you said that for the first time.’ Flick planted her feet on his calves and drew them up to his thighs. ‘Ready when you are.’

‘Just like that,’ he said. ‘You’re giving me complete access.’

‘I know how important it is to you that this be consensual.’

‘How do you know that?’

‘Because I do,’ Flick said. ‘I like having sex with you. I want to have sex with you.’

‘
I really thought I got rid of you today,’ he said, in a gentler tone than he’d used earlier when making the same point.

‘Rushe, fuck me,’ she said
, letting a smile curl her lips. ‘Please, sir.’

And without pushing the subject he pushed into her over and over again all night long.

By the time her eyes opened the next morning every
single inch of her screamed with the stiffness brought on by their antics.

Flick had never had so much sex.
Every encounter she’d had with Rushe so far outweighed every remotely sexual encounter she’d had previously in her life. Yet, when she awoke, with her naked skin sticking to his, the first thing she became aware of was the musky smell of man merged with the scent of their joining, and she purred while stretching out her tired muscles. The hard mass of him nudged her thigh, and she wondered if he experienced this arousal as often when she wasn’t around.

Sliding her b
ody up, Flick kissed his jaw and feathered her fingers down his chest and up the muscles of his arm, learning the physique of this perfect specimen. In his slumber Rushe hadn’t responded to her exploration, so Flick carried on down his body, taking the time to admire him in a way she wouldn’t be able to when he awoke.

Choosing not to linger
over his impressive abs because there was another part of him that she wanted to learn, Flick followed the column of dark hair from his navel down to the length of him.

Her eyes watered when she saw his penis
in all its glory, and she couldn’t quite believe that it had been inside her. But he’d been in her, deep and insistent, stretching the passage that now cried in agony. Running her finger from its base to his head, she saw it jump in response. The silk of his skin begged for more, and Flick rubbed her cheek over him, closing her eyes at the luxury of his hide.

This mammoth intruder had given her pleasure, pulsing in and out of her, a weapon to fulfil their desires. Twisting her hea
d, Flick pressed her lips to him and placed kisses the length and the width of him. Drawing her hands up his thighs, she cupped his testicles, drumming her fingers around them gently testing their weight. With another kiss on the tip of him, she flicked her tongue across the seeping liquid glistening, begging to be tasted.

Flick wasn’t naive enough to think she could ever pleasure him with her mouth. She’d be awkward and inexperienced. Also the size of him meant she’d never be able to take him deep in her mouth,
or her throat. But while he remained unconscious, Flick let herself believe that she was capable of dispensing pleasure.

A man as virile as
Rushe would be difficult to conquer. If a woman could control his pleasure, she’d be formidable, and with Rushe in her power she’d be capable of anything.

Flick sucked the head of him into her mouth, circling him with her tongue, still fingering his balls she tasted more liquid
. Spurred on by her imagination, Flick closed her eyes and dreamt of what it could be like to deliver Rushe to ecstasy. Sucking more, she took him as deep as she could, sucking and licking, one hand circled him and began to squeeze copying the milking action of her vagina that he seemed to so much enjoy.

Her lack of experience was nothing in her mind. Her timidity didn’t
exist. She had Rushe at her beck and call, utterly devoted to the bliss she carried him to. This man in her imagination was drawn to her, with her, proud of her.

Fervour burst into Flick
and she sucked him deep, her own legs pressed together. Her action and her imagination had taken her to the brink of her own orgasm. But as Flick processed the result of this fantasy in herself, a thick liquid spurted in her mouth. Automatically she swallowed him down, sucking his hot seed into her belly.

When
his hand landed on her head, Flick opened her eyes and blinked up to see his face angled on the pillow with her in his sights, the same flat expression on his face.

Slowly she slid her mo
uth away, letting his head slip down her chin. Licking her lips, Flick still tasted him in her throat, and the tingling in her thighs increased.

‘Sorry,’ she whispered
. Taking her hands from him, she sat up on her knees between his legs.

‘Yeah,’ he said without moving his lips.

In her curiosity, the one thing she hadn’t considered was consent. So much had been made of her approval that her not offering him the same assent made her eyes sting. Drawing them skyward, Flick willed tears not to fall. She cried too easily but could never be considered a blubberer because as fast as they came they would go. Except now they wanted to fall.

Flick moved to climb over his leg to get up but he sat up and grabbed her wrist. ‘Explain,’ he demanded. ‘The tears... explain.’

No actual tears had fallen but he must have sensed it in her, and if Flick didn’t know him better she’d think that was concern in his voice.

‘I took advantage of you,’ she said
, watching blood route back into his penis, and she knew she’d been right. Her efforts had pleased him for only a few seconds. ‘That wasn’t consensual.’

A bark of his bleak laugh startled her
, but by the time she looked up his face was blank again.

‘Any
time you wanna suck my dick, Kitten, you go right ahead.’

‘Really?’

Though he might consider it crude, she was warmed by his generosity – not about the act, but about alleviating her upset. Maybe her surprise showed because he gave her a shove.

‘Move.
’

Flick
clambered over him to stay on the bed as he got up and snagged the towel she’d hung at the end of the bed. When he slammed out of the room she flopped onto her back.

If Rushe
was going for a shower then she had a few minutes alone. He’d no doubt let her shower after him because instead of holding up the appearance of fucking all night, they actually had been fucking all night.

With an involuntary
blush, Flick smiled at the memory of the things they’d done. About the things he said that made her come. Rushe could bring her to orgasm using those words. Crude and domineering as it was, Flick trembled at the memory of being owned by him so completely.  Being united with him made her feel powerful, like his strength transferred to her as well, wrapping them both in an invincible embrace.

Her thoughts moved to this morning,
about how he tasted in her mouth. Though she hadn’t had permission, she’d sucked him into her and she’d made him come. Flick hadn’t believed it possible. After that, he’d given her free rein to pleasure him in that way at any time. For one moment, Flick’s distant dream of that formidable woman with Rushe under her power could’ve been her.

Tracing her hand over her
breast to her abdomen, Flick lifted her knees and let her fingers slide over her clit. Still moist from her own almost climax during her assault on Rushe, she closed her eyes to fall back into her dream.

Rushe was strong and bold
, but she imagined falling to her knees in front of him, stopping him in his tracks, slowly unfastening his jeans so gradually in a way she knew would drive him insane. He liked fast and hard, but Flick took him down a gear. On a moan, her hips came upward thinking of what he would do when she breathed him into her, halting him, controlling him.

‘What the fuck do you think you’re doing?’

It seemed every single time he walked into this room he asked her a question with the word “fuck” in it.

Under any other circumstances she might have been embarrassed to be caught playing with herself
, but they’d lived in close quarters long enough.

‘Shh,’ she sighed and carried on with her fantasy.

He’d get changed and storm out of the bedroom again, and Flick didn’t want to start over. Rushe had already seen her orgasm, and that was the worst – or the best – thing that could happen here.

The bed shifted
, and her hand was wrenched away. Flick blinked up at the fury on his face.

‘I left you unsatisfied,’ he stated
, and as angry as his expression was she sensed some of that vulnerability he hid.

‘No,’ she said
, using his grip to pull herself up. Though it was out of character for their relationship, she placed a short kiss on his mouth. ‘I don’t have a lot of experience with... well let’s just say I enjoyed... this morning.’

His expression didn’t change in the three seconds it took him to speak. ‘Your pussy is my plaything, not yours.’

‘Ok,’ she said. ‘Next time I’ll ask permission first.’

His nostrils flared just slightly
, but it was the first time she’d seen a direct positive response from him to something she had said.

‘
Would you like me to do that?’ she asked leaning in close. ‘Ask your permission before I fantasise about pleasuring you. That’s what I was doing Rushe, I was thinking about you, about how you felt in my mouth, about the taste of you, the thick, hard length of you—‘

Grabbing her arms he pinned her
down on the bed, his heavy weight pressed into her. ‘You’re playing a dangerous game... is that what you think this is? A game?’

Flick
shook her head wondering if she’d made a misstep. ‘No.’

‘You think you can play with me? Push my buttons? A thing like you has no place on my level. You think you can rough it for a while then run home and tell your Country Club Bitches about being with a bad boy, is that it?’

Flick shook her head again. His grip bit into her arms, and he increased it with every second. His weight was beginning to suffocate her, but he didn’t move, he just sneered at her.

‘You like dirty talk? You think it makes you sexy? Let me tell you a secret
, Kitten, every guy that looks at you, do you know what they see? A pair of tits.’ His grip left her arms and moved to her breasts. ‘You got a great rack. Huge and pointy, all high and bouncy, you’ve got great boobs. No guy looks at your face, and they sure don’t give a fuck about your mouth. I told you that you can suck me off anytime because you need the practise.

‘You know what I’m gonna do,’ he said
, catching her lower lip and biting it until she tasted a whisper of blood. Closing his mouth on her throat over an already tender bruise, Rushe pushed her deeper into their mattress.

He must have heard her hiss
at the sting his suction caused on her bruised neck, because Rushe lifted his head and sniggered at her. That low, humourless laugh rattled her bones but he carried on down to bite her breast.

‘This isn’t a game,’ he said
, licking her nipple he then drew it between his teeth. ‘You let your guard down. If you think for a second that this is fun you’re gonna get hurt. I told you not to trust anyone. We all have an agenda, and you’re not a part of mine. When I’m done with you, do you know what I’m gonna do with you?’

Rushe reached down between them while biting her other nipple. Wedging his knee between her
thighs, he opened her to probe his fingers into her, but his weight remained above her.

‘You’re gonna stay here and be my plaything,’ he said
, nuzzling at her neck. While he bit her earlobe he poked another two fingers into her. ‘I’m gonna fuck you when I need something to do. You’re a pussy to me. Nothing but a walking pair of tits with a sweet, little ass, and I’m gonna own that too, Kitten. Make no mistake, you belong to me; you’re my possession, an object I keep in my room to get me off. A breathing porno, that’s your only use.’

Backing onto his haunches his fin
gers came out of her and his weight left her. Poised there at the end of the bed, he glared at her.

‘Finish.’

‘Wha... what?’ she stuttered.

‘Yo
u want to get yourself off in my bed, you’re gonna do it with an audience.’

‘But—‘

‘You want me to call in Skeeve? Glen and the Kid?’

‘No,’ she said.

‘Stick your finger in your pussy.’

While
this wasn’t what she’d felt when he’d caught her, she also didn’t want more of an audience, so she complied.

‘Fuck yourself with it,’ he said
, so she slid it in and out. ‘Like you mean it, Kitten.’

Flick closed her eyes to try and block out his attitude. But he s
lapped her breast; she hadn’t heard him move.

‘This is no fantasy,’ he said. ‘You’ve got the real thing – eyes open.’ Taking her
wrist, he pulled out her fingers and took them to her lips. ‘Clean yourself up.’

Licking her fingers wasn’t enough so
he pushed them into her mouth, making her taste every drop.

‘Do it again,’ he commanded
, sitting back at the foot of the bed. ‘Play with your clit. Put your other hand on your tit.’

The sinister grumble
quivered her belly. ‘I’m bringing the camera phone in here later – the guys would love seeing this. Put your finger in your pussy again, two of them.’

Flick
rubbed from her clit to her opening, and as they slipped into her she squeezed her breast, and felt the pebble of her nipple. He might be demeaning her, but she could see the erection he paid no heed to.

Watching her put on a private show for him turned him on
, and if she stopped... He’d never hurt her, he’d never force her, this was a game whether he admitted it or not. Here in this room, in this safe space, he played with her just as she could play with him.