No Such Thing As Nice Guys

Chapter Four – You belong to me

Travis’s point of view

It was working out better than I expected. I thought she would have given up long ago, but she continued fighting for a good 10 minutes before becoming to exhausted to continue. I loved it when they fought back. That meant they subconsciously wanted it hard and rough; if not they would have broken immediately and bend to my every whim just to avoid the pain.

I looked down and saw the broken expression on her face. I knew it wouldn’t last long though. Once this was over and she had some time to sober up and rest, she would be just as feisty as before; maybe more so.

After ten more minutes of steady fucking, I grew bored of this position. I pulled out and looked at her hopeful expression.

I laughed and said, “We have a good ‘nother hour before I’m finished.” She looked so disappointed it was almost funny.

I lay down next to her and pulled off her blindfold. After a second of adjusting to the little light in the room she looked at me questionably.

“I want to see your face while you ride me, slut.” I saw her expression go from taken aback to stubborn. “I’ll never do that! You can’t make me!” She said, looking me dead in the eye.

None of them were ever brave enough to be that defiant to me at this point, or bold enough to look me in the eye; it was my turn to be taken aback.

“I think you will.” I said knowingly. She would eventually secom to what I said. Until then, more fun for me. I thought of a way to punish her for being so stubborn. I would never use the belt on anyone, too cliché; besides, it left too many permanent marks, but it was always fun to scare them with it.

I had an idea. “I’ll give you two choices here Sarah. One, do what I said, and I will go easy on you the rest of the night; make it pleasurable for you. I’m gonna keep fucking you, so you might as well enjoy it, right? Or two, you put up a fight until I do something we will both regret; something probably involving you not being able to walk out that door.” I made sure to emphasize the word ‘walk.’

I saw her look of defeat. At this point, she wouldn’t pass up an offer like that. And I was right. I saw her slowly nod her head.

Avoiding looking at me, she said, “I chose one.”

“That’s what I thought. A slut like you wouldn’t pass that up.” I saw her tense up at my comment and smiled. I knew she was itching to retaliate against me, but she knew that wasn’t a good idea.

After a moment of hesitation she looked at me and said, “I’ve never done that before.” She was speaking so softly I could barely hear her.

I smiled at her. “You’ll learn.” I sat up against the head bored, waiting for her to make her move. When she didn’t I rolled my eyes and grab her arm, pulling her to me. When I let go she reluctantly stood on her knees and put one on the other side of me. When she sat down I knew she could feel my cock twitch under her because she shut her eyes tightly for several seconds.

“Guide me in.” I said finally. She slowly reached for my hard member and sat up slightly, positioning me right at her entrance. She didn’t move after that. Getting impatient quickly grabbed her shoulders and pushed her down as I thrusted up. She screamed in pain and began to cry again, her head falling to sob on my shoulder.

I moved my hips a little to get her to continue. I was about to say something when she slowly lifted herself up off my shaft, and then lowered herself back down. I small groan came from my mouth. She was so tight it was unbelievable. She did this twice before coming to a stop.

When she didn’t begin again I grabbed her by the hair tightly and pulled her head from my shoulder. “I didn’t tell you to stop.” I said sternly.

She avoided looking at me and tried to stop her sobbing. She took a deep breath before continuing once again, this time a little fast.

Just like most the other girls, I’m sure she wanted to get it over with a quick as possible, so she sped up her pace and force gradually without me having to tell her. I thought to myself, ‘once she’s broken she’s not too hard to control. I bet she’d do just about anything I told her to.’

Before I could think of anything to make her do, she did something that surprised me greatly; she let out a small moan. I laughed a little at this.

“I knew you were nothing but a slut; a fucking whore.” I knew she regretted the mistake of becoming auditable, even if just that once, because her sobs became heavier. He head was once again buried on my shoulder and I could feel it getting wet with tears.

I gave one hard thrust upward, surprising her and causing her to let out yet another moan. The fact that she moaned on her own in the first place was almost too much for me. I pushed her off me forcefully, catching her off guard. She almost fell off the bed but stopped herself on time.

“Hands and knees.” I said. This time I was very demanding; I knew what I wanted and what I didn’t want; her to delay this anymore. She slowly crawled over to where I pointed and looked up at me. “Turn around.” I said in the same demanding voice. She complied.

I placed myself at her now wet hole and grabbed her waist, pushing into her hot cunt once again. She let out a yelp of surprise and what I thought was slight pleasure as well. I smiled.

Before I continued I leaned over her, my chest on her back. I wrapped my hand in her hair and pulled her head back as far as I could without hurting her too much. “Let’s do something different sweetheart. I want you to moan while I fuck you, and tell me when you’re going to cum. Understand?”

Because she was unable to move her head, she whispered, “Yes” I then thought of another idea before I started. “One more thing; every time you talk to me, say my name. Got it?”

“Yes Travis.” She said even quieter than before. I gave her a soft kiss on her neck before I gripped her hip with my other available hand and pulled out, then trusted in so hard that if I hadn’t been holding her head up, she might have gotten whiplash. Liking the results from such a hard thrust I did it several more times.

I had almost forgotten about what I told her to do until she let out a moan; much louder than before. I smiled and let go of her hair, slightly pushing her head away. I placed my other hand on her other hip and trusted in again. I loved the sound and feeling of my balls slapping her soft, warm skin.

I soon steadied out to a normal pace; every once in a while however, I surprised her by throwing in a sudden, forceful thrust. At this, she groaned in pain and pleasure. I heard her breathing heavily now and let one of my hands leave her hip and grip her hair once again.

Pulling her head back I gritted my teeth together and said, “You’re fucking whore, aren’t you? Yeah, that’s right, you’re enjoying this, I can tell. When you cum, I want to hear the loudest moan from you that you can muster, understand?”

Between sharp intakes of breath I heard her say, “Yes.” I thrusted into her harder than I had before. “Say my name bitch.” I thrusted again on the word bitch.

“Travis.”

“And what are you?” I said, my own breathe starting to become heavy.

“I’m a whore. A slut.” She said as she started to cry again.

“Who’s slut are you, cunt?” I yelled, knowing I was going to cum soon.

“I’m your slut Travis! I‘m cumming” She yelled back as her walls began to tighten around my throbbing dick.

I speed up to an unbelievable speed and force. I shut my eyes and bit my lip as I groaned louder than I ever had before. I could feel her cum shortly before I did. My cum was soon oozing out from her cunt, and I pulled out, pushing her down on the bed.

“That’s right bitch. You belong to me.” I said as I caught my breath.

She suddenly started to cry heavily. Lying on her stomach, she looked pathetic; blood and cum spilled on the sheets under her with some still in the cunt. She curled into a ball, hugging her knees to her exposed chest and tried to calm herself by rocking.

“Get over it, whore.” I said, rolling my eyes. I stood up off the bed and went searching for my pants. Once I found them I was about to put them on when I heard her get off the bed. I turned around and saw her pick up her pants. She avoided eye contact with me as she pulled them on.

I finished pulling on my pants and slipped on my shirt. Then I realized she was holding her torn shirt. There was no way we could get out with out someone asking what was going on if she had puffy eyes AND no shirt.

“Here, wear this.” I had little emotion in my voice; it sounded more like a statement than an offering. She looked at me, but not in the eyes. She took it from my outstretched hand and slowly put it on over her bra. I hadn’t even noticed she put on her bra until now.

I reached for the key in my pants pocket and went to unlock the door. I glanced at her and saw her expression. She just realized that all her attempts were for nothing anyways.

After convincing her it was in her best interest to keep her mouth shut, we proceeded out the room, up the stairs, and out the back door where my car was. Most everyone was passed out or puking, so no one paid any attention to us.

I held onto her arm tightly as we walked towards my car. I took out my keys and unlocked the door. I made her get in on my side of the car and crawl over so she didn’t have time to lock the doors before I got in. I had learned that the hard way before.

I started up the car. She had been silent for quite a while now. When I looked at her she was staring straight ahead. She must have caught me looking at her, because she turned to face me.

“Travis, you’ve had your fun. You’re not really going to kidnap me, are you?” She asked hopefully.

I thought about this for a moment; how could I make this worse. “No, I’m not. Let me stop at my house to get money for gas and then I’ll take you home, how far away do you live?” I tried my hardest to sound serious.

She looked completely surprised, but grateful. “Thank you. I live just about 10 miles from here off the freeway. I won’t tell anyone, I promise.” She sounded so relieved, I almost felt bad for her.

“Yeah, whatever.” I mumbled.