This Is War, Baby - K Webster Page 0,10
sensations.
Concentrate, Baylee! He’s a monster!
My breath stills in my throat as he curves his finger inside of me. He’s probing parts of me that haven’t been ever touched. It frightens me but my stupid body is rocking against him—betraying me. Again.
His teeth press down on my clit and I shriek in fear. But he doesn’t hurt me. It’s like he knows exactly what feels good and soon my fight begins to weaken. My thoughts are jumbled. All I can focus on is the way he tastes me. The slurping, ravenous noises that come from him. How his hot breath tickles me. And the way his fingers own the inside of me.
My thoughts dull as sensations take over. I’m no longer able to grasp on to the rational part of my head because all I can think about is the way my body has come alive.
A strange feeling takes hold inside me, an awareness that is as basic and simplistic as male and female, night and day, predator and prey. Yes, I am terrified. But there is also this undercurrent of something else. Something larger. Lust? Maybe. I have fantasized about this guy, dreamed about him touching me. I have hungered for his eyes on my naked skin. Imagined his mouth on my breasts. And now, here he is, touching me. And it is nothing like I had imagined.
It’s too much.
Yet, it’s not enough.
There’s more, I can feel it.
Another nibble on my clit has me shrieking out in pleasure. This seems to excite him because he growls against my wet body and I shudder in response. My body stretches as he inserts another finger. So full with him. So overwhelmed by him. Even his manly scent has overpowered the earlier bacon aroma and taken root in my lungs.
I’m completely at his mercy.
Cast under his evil spell.
His spit and juices from my body are running down the clean crack of my butt and I want to be embarrassed. I want to squirm away from him. But, right now, I can’t. My body is selfish for this moment after so many days of horror. The pleasure is as addicting as the water I greedily consumed.
I need this.
I need this to survive.
“Oh God,” I mewl. “Oh God.”
And then it happens.
One more hard suck of my clit seems to rip me open. An unearthly moan pours from me as my nerve endings come alive. I can feel them all at once, everywhere, and they seize me. Each and every one of them takes hold of me, clenching in ecstasy. My head throbs in unison with my wild heart and I nearly black out from desire.
It’s overwhelming.
But for some sick reason, my body responds as if it needs this pleasure for nourishment, despite the horrified and disgusted thoughts running through my mind.
As my body shudders, it starts to leave as quickly as it arrived. His tongue still works me but he’s slowed as if he knows this orgasm of mine is fleeting and it won’t last forever. Tears stream down from eyes as I come to a nauseating realization.
He’s going to give me more of these.
And I want them.
I want them so bad.
What the hell kind of person does that make me?
HE SITS UP on his knees between my legs and smirks. “I knew you’d love that.” With his fingers still inside of me, I feel as though I’m his accomplice in an act against myself. For a few brief moments, I joined his side and allowed him to carry out an agenda against me.
“I hated it,” I lie. It’s not truth either though. I’m conflicted and confused. A war rages inside of me between mind and body.
His face glistens from juices that came from my body and embarrassment once again washes over me.
“Don’t lie, sweetheart. I’ve known you for a long time and can tell when you’re doing it. I have plenty more to show you. Some of which you will love—other stuff you won’t admit you love. But as long as you’re with me, you’ll feel only pleasure.”
“You’re a rapist pig!” I snap. I’m furious with myself for succumbing so easily to him.
He glares at me before launching himself on top of me. I scream and squirm but he crushes me with his weight. His mouth hovers over mine. My scent is all over him and I want to throw up.
“I haven’t raped you,” he snarls. “When I do take you, you’ll beg for it. You’ll want my thick cock inside of your tight