No Such Thing As Nice Guys
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
12
Views:
11,946
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This story is a work of fiction and all characters are creations of the author. Any resemblance to a real person, living or dead, is coincidental.
Confused Feelings
Chapter Nine – Confused Feelings
Travis’s point of view
It was working perfectly; I could tell she was concerned about me, if only slightly. It worked every time… I convince them I have feelings for them, and like magic, they fall for me. It makes it easier to get them to agree to ‘entertain’ the buyers, for when we get bored with them.
~~~~~ One Week Later ~~~~~
I hadn’t even touched her in a week. I would go into her room and end up talking with her for an hour or so. I told her lots of shit that wasn’t true about my childhood, and I had her believing my parents died when I was 8. What a load of shit.
When I walked into her room for the first time in two days, I was surprised to find Sarah sleeping. It was only 3:14 in the afternoon. Then again, she didn’t have a clock or any windows in her room. The only time she was ever out of the room was to go to the bathroom and to shower.
Sleeping on the dirty mattress on the ground, she was breathing lightly. I was going to wake her, but I changed my mind. Instead, I sat down next to her on the mattress and looked down at the mess of black hair on the pillow.
I brushed my finger across her face, feeling the soft skin, before slowly placing a soft kiss on her lips; I was careful not to wake her though. There were no blankets on her, for it was extremely hot down here. She was wearing a pair of black sweatpants I had given her, with a tightly fitting wife beater.
Wanting nothing more than to fuck her senseless, I debated how to go about it. I could either wake her up slowly and convince her it would be in her best interest to cooperate with me, or I could wake her up in a more fun way. I decided to go with the first choice… I still wanted to get her to trust me.
Lightly, I shook her shoulder until her eyes opened. Focusing on me, I knew she was still very tired. Looking into her eyes for several seconds before I made my move, I leaned in to kiss her gently.
She was obviously very surprised at my actions. It took her a few seconds to realize what I did. She pulled away, but didn’t fight back when I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her back to me, holding her lips to mine.
Being propped up on her elbows, I could easily put my arms around her waist and pull her closer. I was being gentle, not like before. Since she had been brought here, Tom and Mark had been down to the room several times a day; I knew she was used to being forced into stuff by now.
What really surprised me however was that she started to kiss me back? I almost pulled away, I was so shocked. I didn’t know Tom and Mark had been this successful, training her that is. Or maybe my ‘charm’ was working extra well this time.
I removed her shirt, only breaking the kiss for a second or so. She wasn’t wearing a bra; we never gave it back to her. I was surprised enough when she kissed me back, but when I went to remove her pants, she lifted her body so I could pull them off easier.
I broke the kiss and smiled; standing up to remove my own pants. She avoided looking at me completely. I started to think that she was regretting kissing me back.
When I had removed my clothes, I returned to my place next to her on the mattress and leaned in to kiss her again. This time, she pulled back harder, and resisted when I pulled her to me. I honestly didn’t care if she was willing or not, but it did turn me on more when they fought back.
I rolled my eyes at her as she pulled the blanket up to her chest, covering herself from me.
“Sarah, what are you doing?” I asked amusingly.
She didn’t meet my eyes, but looked more at my hair. She hugged her knees to her chest tightly.
“Come on, this can be fun for you too, if you just let it be.”
She looked away, and then snapped her head back to face me. “I have been here for who knows how long! My parents must be going insane looking for me!” She stared daggers at me. “You asshole!”
My face changed from amused, to pissed off.
“Okay, I gave you your chance, but I guess we’re doing it my way again.” I grabbed her wrist before she knew what was happening, and I was quickly on top of her. Pinning the other one above her head as well, I leaned in and kissed her roughly.
As would be expected, she struggled under me; but to no avail. I ran a hand down her neck to her smooth breasts, and sharply pinched one of her nipples. She whimpered in my mouth, allowing me to finally get my tongue in.
I pulled away from her mouth, but kept the pressure on her nipple.
“I thought you liked me, Sarah.” I said seriously.
She was chocking back sobs and swung her head back and forth on the pillow.
I laughed. “Well, I like you.” I place a kiss on her forehead.
After a week of no sex, my dick was already hard for her. I knew she could feel it on her stomach, but she pretended like it wasn’t there. Slowly, I moved my penis down her stomach to her thighs. I rubbed myself between her legs, but I didn’t enter her yet.
When I rubbed myself against her clit, she took in her breath, and momentarily stopped struggling. I heard a faint whimper from her, but I couldn’t tell if it was of resistance or pleasure, or both.
I should have been able to contain myself for a few minutes, but, like I said, I had gone a week without sex. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I placed the head of my dick inside her, and before she could react, I thrusted into her as hard as I could, but I didn’t move once I was inside her.
“Stop it, no!” She whimpered. Slowly, some tears fell down her cheeks and I bent down to lick them away. “Why are you doing this?” She asked.
Leaning up a bit to face her, I thought about it. “Because I can,” I simply said. “And because you’re nothing but a tease; if you hadn’t kissed me back I would have apologized and left.”
I knew that wasn’t true, but passing the blame to her was just a way to distract her from what I had done. I knew that after I was done, I would pretend to be sorry, and go back to how she asked for it, and I couldn’t help myself. She was just too beautiful to resist, blah blah blah.
“Sarah, just do what I say, and it will be fine. Believe me, I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t learn to cooperate, than Mark and Tom will.” She obviously believed me when I said I didn’t want to hurt her. For some reason, I almost believed it as well.
I shook it off, and looked down at her. She had stopped crying, but her face was still covered in tears. I wiped them away with my finger, and kissed her forehead.
I placed another kiss on her lips as I finally started to move around inside of her. I was slow and gentle; I didn’t want to be, but I needed her to think I actually cared about her well being.
I gained speed gradually, and before long I had lost control and was pounding into her hard and deep. My concentration was somewhat lost when I heard a small moan. Was that a moan of pain or pleasure? I wasn’t sure, so I continued, waiting for another one.
Travis’s point of view
It was working perfectly; I could tell she was concerned about me, if only slightly. It worked every time… I convince them I have feelings for them, and like magic, they fall for me. It makes it easier to get them to agree to ‘entertain’ the buyers, for when we get bored with them.
~~~~~ One Week Later ~~~~~
I hadn’t even touched her in a week. I would go into her room and end up talking with her for an hour or so. I told her lots of shit that wasn’t true about my childhood, and I had her believing my parents died when I was 8. What a load of shit.
When I walked into her room for the first time in two days, I was surprised to find Sarah sleeping. It was only 3:14 in the afternoon. Then again, she didn’t have a clock or any windows in her room. The only time she was ever out of the room was to go to the bathroom and to shower.
Sleeping on the dirty mattress on the ground, she was breathing lightly. I was going to wake her, but I changed my mind. Instead, I sat down next to her on the mattress and looked down at the mess of black hair on the pillow.
I brushed my finger across her face, feeling the soft skin, before slowly placing a soft kiss on her lips; I was careful not to wake her though. There were no blankets on her, for it was extremely hot down here. She was wearing a pair of black sweatpants I had given her, with a tightly fitting wife beater.
Wanting nothing more than to fuck her senseless, I debated how to go about it. I could either wake her up slowly and convince her it would be in her best interest to cooperate with me, or I could wake her up in a more fun way. I decided to go with the first choice… I still wanted to get her to trust me.
Lightly, I shook her shoulder until her eyes opened. Focusing on me, I knew she was still very tired. Looking into her eyes for several seconds before I made my move, I leaned in to kiss her gently.
She was obviously very surprised at my actions. It took her a few seconds to realize what I did. She pulled away, but didn’t fight back when I placed my hand on the back of her head and pulled her back to me, holding her lips to mine.
Being propped up on her elbows, I could easily put my arms around her waist and pull her closer. I was being gentle, not like before. Since she had been brought here, Tom and Mark had been down to the room several times a day; I knew she was used to being forced into stuff by now.
What really surprised me however was that she started to kiss me back? I almost pulled away, I was so shocked. I didn’t know Tom and Mark had been this successful, training her that is. Or maybe my ‘charm’ was working extra well this time.
I removed her shirt, only breaking the kiss for a second or so. She wasn’t wearing a bra; we never gave it back to her. I was surprised enough when she kissed me back, but when I went to remove her pants, she lifted her body so I could pull them off easier.
I broke the kiss and smiled; standing up to remove my own pants. She avoided looking at me completely. I started to think that she was regretting kissing me back.
When I had removed my clothes, I returned to my place next to her on the mattress and leaned in to kiss her again. This time, she pulled back harder, and resisted when I pulled her to me. I honestly didn’t care if she was willing or not, but it did turn me on more when they fought back.
I rolled my eyes at her as she pulled the blanket up to her chest, covering herself from me.
“Sarah, what are you doing?” I asked amusingly.
She didn’t meet my eyes, but looked more at my hair. She hugged her knees to her chest tightly.
“Come on, this can be fun for you too, if you just let it be.”
She looked away, and then snapped her head back to face me. “I have been here for who knows how long! My parents must be going insane looking for me!” She stared daggers at me. “You asshole!”
My face changed from amused, to pissed off.
“Okay, I gave you your chance, but I guess we’re doing it my way again.” I grabbed her wrist before she knew what was happening, and I was quickly on top of her. Pinning the other one above her head as well, I leaned in and kissed her roughly.
As would be expected, she struggled under me; but to no avail. I ran a hand down her neck to her smooth breasts, and sharply pinched one of her nipples. She whimpered in my mouth, allowing me to finally get my tongue in.
I pulled away from her mouth, but kept the pressure on her nipple.
“I thought you liked me, Sarah.” I said seriously.
She was chocking back sobs and swung her head back and forth on the pillow.
I laughed. “Well, I like you.” I place a kiss on her forehead.
After a week of no sex, my dick was already hard for her. I knew she could feel it on her stomach, but she pretended like it wasn’t there. Slowly, I moved my penis down her stomach to her thighs. I rubbed myself between her legs, but I didn’t enter her yet.
When I rubbed myself against her clit, she took in her breath, and momentarily stopped struggling. I heard a faint whimper from her, but I couldn’t tell if it was of resistance or pleasure, or both.
I should have been able to contain myself for a few minutes, but, like I said, I had gone a week without sex. When I couldn’t stand it anymore, I placed the head of my dick inside her, and before she could react, I thrusted into her as hard as I could, but I didn’t move once I was inside her.
“Stop it, no!” She whimpered. Slowly, some tears fell down her cheeks and I bent down to lick them away. “Why are you doing this?” She asked.
Leaning up a bit to face her, I thought about it. “Because I can,” I simply said. “And because you’re nothing but a tease; if you hadn’t kissed me back I would have apologized and left.”
I knew that wasn’t true, but passing the blame to her was just a way to distract her from what I had done. I knew that after I was done, I would pretend to be sorry, and go back to how she asked for it, and I couldn’t help myself. She was just too beautiful to resist, blah blah blah.
“Sarah, just do what I say, and it will be fine. Believe me, I don’t want to hurt you, but if you don’t learn to cooperate, than Mark and Tom will.” She obviously believed me when I said I didn’t want to hurt her. For some reason, I almost believed it as well.
I shook it off, and looked down at her. She had stopped crying, but her face was still covered in tears. I wiped them away with my finger, and kissed her forehead.
I placed another kiss on her lips as I finally started to move around inside of her. I was slow and gentle; I didn’t want to be, but I needed her to think I actually cared about her well being.
I gained speed gradually, and before long I had lost control and was pounding into her hard and deep. My concentration was somewhat lost when I heard a small moan. Was that a moan of pain or pleasure? I wasn’t sure, so I continued, waiting for another one.