till you bleed. Maybe I should call him in, let him fuck you up. Maybe we could share you, him and me, plenty of holes to go around.”
“Fuck, Roger... just fucking hit me...”
“My fucking pleasure, sweetheart.”
He slapped me with everything he had, and I groaned at the burn; the gorgeous tingle of skin as his palms coloured me pink. His arm was heavy across my shoulder blades, holding me tight against the door, the rattling catch the only barrier between me and the savage beyond. My tits mashed tight into the woodwork, the doorframe creaking with every strike. Roger dropped to his knees, slavering over my ass cheeks. I squirmed as he pulled them apart, burying his nose between my thighs.
It felt icky. Dirty. I felt dirty.
“Hurt me, Roger... the flogger again, please...”
He got to his feet, pressed his mouth to my ear. “No more flogger, sweetheart. Tell me you want me.”
“I... just... more spanking, Roger, please...”
“You’re a dirty fucking prick tease.”
“I want pain...”
“I’ll not be leaving with blue fucking balls again this week. I’m down two hundred quid for this fucking suite. Hot, wet cunt is the only currency I take.” His laugh was grimy.
Reality raised its ugly fucking head and came up to bite me. Raven was right. Using Mr Dangerous to bait Mr super-fucking-dangerous was a stupid fucking plan. I’d been so busy thinking about Callum Jackson that I hadn’t given a second thought to the sadist in the room with me. Hadn’t thought whether I really wanted his cock in my ass, in my pussy, wherever he fucking wanted it.
I didn’t want it.
I didn’t want him.
So, why was I still fucking horny?
I eyed him over my shoulder, stomach lurching as I saw his twisted smile. “Give me that sweet juicy cunt you dirty bitch.”
I heard him unbuckle his belt, pockets rustling. The tear of a packet, a grunt as he slapped his cock against my ass. I tried to back him up but he wouldn’t shift.
“Roger... I don’t...”
“You do...” His cock was slimy in my ass crack. “You want this, Missy. We both know it.”
“He’s out there... I could call...”
Roger’s mouth on my neck, cock paused against my slit. “Take what you’re given like a good girl. I know you like this shit... you told me, remember? I need a guy who’ll just take me... a guy who’s not scared to take what he wants when he wants it.”
I flinched at the memory, how hot the idea had seemed with a vibrator against my fucking clit.
I clenched myself against his intrusion, twisting away from the wet tongue in my ear. “It was a fantasy, Roger...”
“Open that hot little slit for me, dirty girl.”
I squirmed against the door. “I could call for him...”
“It’s me who’s in charge here.” He forced his fingers around my thigh, pinching at my clit. My knees juddered, my body betraying me. My legs opened for him, just an inch.
I whimpered, brain spinning, hating myself for wanting this.
“Call him, sweetheart. Call him or give me your filthy little fuck hole...”
I gasped, gripped in no-man’s land, veering between outcomes.
But it didn’t matter.
The decision was made for me.
***
Callum
They both went fucking flying. That bastard, Roger, went further, crashing all the way back into the four poster, trousers round his fucking ankles, his cock bobbing. His glasses tumbled, bouncing to the floor before he could catch them. Sophie was down on her ass, rubbing her forehead where the door had smacked into her, but I didn’t have time to give a shit about that right now.
I was on him in a flash, landing a solid punch right into his cheekbone. I got him good, and landed another, crunching my knuckles into his fucking teeth. He raised his hands, squealing like a fucking pig.
“Stop! For fuck’s sake! It’s a fucking game! A game!”
I kneed him in the ribs and he doubled over, sinking down to the floor as he gulped for breath. I went for Sophie, dragged her to her feet.
“You alright?”
She nodded. “Fine. I’m fine. Totally fine.”
“Tell the stupid sonofabitch!” Roger wheezed. “It was just a fucking game!”
I lunged for him again, ready to kick him where it fucking hurts, but Sophie grabbed my arm. “Jesus, Callum, stop! Stop!”
I gripped her shoulders, spitting rage. “He was gonna fucking rape you!”
“He didn’t! He wasn’t...”
I shoved her backwards, soaking in the marks on her body. She was pink and white, dark lines curling under her tits from where he’d beaten her. Her thighs were rosy, they were wet