For fucks sake. What a way to drop a bomb shell.

I roughly push her head back down. Wish she'd stop trying to talk to me. "Keep sucking. Each time you stop to talk to me, I grow limp. I don't want to hear your fucking voice. Put your mouth to use."

She begins to suck my cock again. Her fake red hair bounces in my lap. I don't remember her name. Karen, or Kelly.

She's my stress relief for now. I've just been invited to a karaoke bar. Drew called me less than an hour ago. Him and Kitty have been fucking. Or as he puts it, they've been seeing one another.

It won't work. He don't like to be dominated, and she can't give over control. Can't blame her though. It's the cards life dealt her. Natural for her to need control now.

So they invite me out. A happy third fucking wheel. Fair enough. But to a karaoke bar? Jesus. Who'd of thought either of them were into that.

Karen is making disgusting noises while she sucks me. What the fuck? Is she moaning? No wonder she can't fucking give head properly. She's too busy getting off on it.

I change our position. Leaving her on the floor, I turn her with a grip on her hair so that her back is against the sofa. Then I kneel in front of her.

Using my grip on her hair, I begin to fuck her mouth. There that's better.

I watch as she spreads her legs and shoves a hand into her knickers, starting to finger her pussy as I fuck her face.

She ain't fucking getting off on my time. I pull her wrist away and shove it towards her shoulder.

"Put your hands on your head, and don't fucking move."

She does as she's told. She knows I won't pay her if not.

I imagine looking down and seeing her hair blonde instead of red. That's all I need. I pound into her harder. I can hear her gagging. I can feel the back of her throat.

She raises her eyes to mine. Big sparkling green ones look back at me. Her eyes watering. I come. My orgasm strong.

My hot liquid spills into her throat. I stay there, deep in the tunnel until I know she's swallowed it all.

I open my eyes to see the dyed red hair and dull green eyes. It's a disappointment. Always is. She doesn't get me off aswell.

I fasten my jeans and throw the £50 down to her. Cheers Karen.

"It's kaitlyn, dick!"

"Yeah. Whatever." I let myself out. Time to go to a fucking karaoke bar. Whoopdy jesus doo.

****

Drew and Kitty are across from me. She laughs at something he said. Tipping her head back. Her eyes sparkle and glimmer. She's happy.

She looks weird though. She wears a denim skirt, a pink sparkly top and brown cowboy boots. I've only ever seen her in, pvc, latex, lace or leather. She looks so normal.

There are two girls on the stage drunkenly singing a stupid love song. Half the time, they're missing their lyrics and just cackling.

I watch Drew and Kitty as they talk. There's really no need for me to be here. But I make sure to occasionally nod, or laugh at their jokes.

Drew tries to be a gentleman by ordering kitty's drink for her. Ooooh. Wrong move dude.

I look up to see fire flame in her eyes. "I can order my own Bastard drink Drew. I am not a child, and I'm not an invalid."

With that, she gets up and storms to the bar. Drew has shock and doubt painted on his face. His expression has me stifling a laugh. "Don't say I didn't fucking warn you."

He shakes his head and watches the next singers get on the stage. I grab the lime and orange printed menu to browse through. They better have wings.

This time the girls can sing ok. I glance at them before returning my eyes to the menu. There's 5 of them up there. And they don't look like their from the same crowd.

They all wear completely different styles of clothing. As if one just got back from a wedding, ones off out clubbing, one's been walking the dog. Well at least they're not sheep.

They take turns singing a few lines or a verse each. It's when Kitty graces us with her presence again that one of their voices catch my attention. Fuck she can sing.

"I miss the bad things, the way you hate me.

I miss the screams and the way that you blame me."

I look towards the stage to find the singer. I find the woman in the small red dress. My eyes trail her body from her black heeled feet upwards. I watch the way she moves her hips to the beat of song. Her hands are in her blonde hair. Her back to me.

"I miss the late nights, I don't miss you at all."

She turns. Her mouth stretched in a smile. Nope, it's not her. She's not the one singing.

"I like the kick in the face.

The things you do to me.

I love the way that it hurts.

I don't miss you, I miss the misery."

The singer wears cropped stonewashed jeans, with white trainers. A deep blue t-shirt fits her upper body like a glove, but ends just above her belly button.

She pulls her head up, the silver hair flies out revealing her face. Her green eyes sparkle as she sees me. It's her.

"You know that I've had enough,

I dare you to call my bluff.

Can't take too much of a good thing, hey?

I'm telling you!"

Jesus fucking Christ. I listen to the words she sings. It's like she's singing to me. At me. I feel myself harden, and shuffle in my seat.

Drew shouts over the noise. Leaning over the table. "It's Christina man. Look." he points to her, like I haven't already seen her.

She continues to sing. Her voice alone turning me on. Unfortunately she also looks at me, her wide sexy eyes boring into my own. She has me captured.

"Just know that I'll make you hurt.

All the lies and the pain, what you did to me.

When you say you'll make it worse.

I'd rather fight all night, than watch the TV.

I hate that feeling inside.

You'll tell me how hard you try.

But when we're at our worst.

I miss the misery."

I watch her sing and move her body to the beat. I'm mesmerised. I can't wait til I get a hold of her.

They finish their song, giggles escaping each of them. It was fantastic, but thank God they've finished. I need to fuck her senseless. Weather it be up the wall outside, or in the bathrooms. I'll have her.

I wait for them to come back out of the little dressing room. They've kept me waiting ages. A good 45 minutes later they emerge.

One by one, four women exit the little room. She isn't with them.

She got away.

Again.

****

That was the last time I saw her. 8 months ago.

The only time, in 7 long years.

It's a long time to hold onto anger, jealousy and regret.

I still want to punish her...

Fuck. Where are all my towels? I step out of the wet room and walk down the hall in search of my towels.

Laundry room. I found them all. Shit. I keep forgetting to wash them. I still have beads of water covering my naked body. Don't have time to piss about. It's Drew's opening night.

Third club going. He ain't really doing bad for himself. Lucky cunt. He's decided on a Bastard Ps party.

I walk to my room and opening my cupboard, skim my clothes. Mmm, P, p, p.

I will be going as...

Me. Obviously. He knows I ain't going as a fucking prince. The club will be full of fake pimps and prostitutes. That's it and he fucking knows it.

I grab jeans and a white button shirt. That'll do. Going to my drawer I look for boxers.

Rummaging through I remember. Forgot to do laundry. Commando it is.

My skins still wet, but hey. Who gives a fuck? I drag the jeans up my legs, and shove my arms through the shirt. Actually looking forward to it. Last one was fun. Dean's wife was a scream.

I slip my boots on at the door.

Party time!

****

The place is rammed. Bodies writhing against one another, to the erotic beat of music. I'm still trying to get to the bar. Bodies pressing against me, the smell of sweat, sex and cheap perfume is in the air.

I just get a hand on the bar when I'm shoved sideways. Losing my balance, I steady myself quickly. Turning, I pull my fist back ready for the prick trying it.

"Kitty! Fuck you doing?" bitch bulldozed me. I look her up and down, she's wearing a latex number. Bright purple tonight.

"What you meant to be?" I ask. I'd say she's looking like the prostitute category. But she near enough always looks like this.

"I'm a princess!"

"No you're fucking not. You're not wearing anything even resembling princess attire."

She quickly frowns, and patting her head looks around her at the ground. She's either pissed, or high as a fucking kite.

She gives up looking, and squeezing between two people she snatches the sparkling headgear off of the brunette.

She returns to face me with a silver tiara on her head. Pointing at it, she proves her point, "See. Princess."

Right. So, pvc dress, thigh high boots, and fishnet stockings. But put a damn crown on and you're a princess.

Makes sense.

She climbs over the bar and hands me a full bottle of whiskey.

I nod and tilt the bottle towards her in acknowledgement. Thanks love, but I'm getting away from this area before Drew sees his darling handing out expensive bottles of liquor.

I make my way towards the stools lined at the edge of the place. Pimps, prostitutes and a handful of princesses dance. Some are already getting nasty. One woman has her leg wrapped around her partner's waist. Are they fucking stupid? We all know his trousers are undone. Dicks in her cunt already.

I'm close to the stools when I see the white feathers. I smile, curious to see what the outfit is. A parrot?

I get closer, to see it's a smallish woman with white hair, long down to her waist the ends are a vibrant blue.

The lights are flashing multi colours, and I struggle to catch sight of her as she weaves in and out of people. But the angel wings still stand out against the dull colours of people's cheap costumes.

Finally I get to her. Right at the other side of the club. She's heading for the exit. Grabbing her upper arm I spin her to face me.

"Hey! What the fuck, dude?"

"Christina?"

Her eyes widen in recognition. She steps towards me, her chest heaving. She wears the little red dress.

Calm Jake. Calm.

Too late. I take one stride and she's in my arms. I don't hesitate, crashing my mouth down onto hers in a brutal, furious kiss. I walk forward, forcing her back onto the wall behind her.

Our tongues tangle in the excitement. My dick hardens quickly, and her muffled moans reach my ears just as fast. I lift her, wrapping her legs around my waist. She grinds onto my ready to blow cock as I move my mouth down her neck.

I lick, nibble and suck. I'm hungry for her, and I can't hold back. I don't want to.

I shove a hand between our bodies. I go straight up the short dress to her underwear. Fuck, the Lace is soaking. I rub once, and she responds by arching her back.

I push my thumb into the Lace and pull the side of the fabric with my finger, easily tearing into the sorry excuse for underwear.

"Stop." She breathes the word into my ear. "Please. Just stop."

She told me to stop.

After all this time.

Stop!

How fucking dare she. She's a fucking tease. But still, I pull back. Letting her slide down my body until her feet touch the floor.

"It's just a bit fast Jake. You took me by surprise. I'm not ready." She looks me in the eyes. Hers are full of lust. I know she wants it too.

She smiles that same old smile. I wonder how many other men have had that smile. How many men has she screwed since me? Or women. I feel the anger and need rise, but with some effort I squash it.

I've got better over the years. I can control myself more. It's better that way. That way, I can plan my revenge. My punishments.

She turns and pulls the door to the fire exit, leaving me for the cold winds. I follow her.

I look her up and down. She wears a red dress, short and tight. It reminds me of another particular red dress. I push the memory down. Down into the firey pit of my mind. She wears white trainers and angel wings.

Now that we're outside, away from the flashing lights, I see that her hair isn't white. It's just a very bright blonde. The blue ends are light, like a cloudless sky. "What are you?"

She leans against the railings out here, and looks at me in confusion. She doesn't understand my question. "I mean your costume."

"Oh." She giggles, and reaching beneath a layer of her hair pulls down a black band. "I'm a pirate. I didn't have a proper costume. And Kitty only told me about the party last night."

The eyepatch looks strange on her. I pull it away from her face, off her head and slide it into my pocket. "So you've been keeping in touch with Kitty? And why the wings?"

"Yes. Since we last met. I saw her at the bar before I went up to sing. I gave her my number there. I told her not to tell you. The angel wings I already had. They're from a hen party. I wanted to feel like I was participating in the dress code."

Typical fucking behaviour of someone like her. Pretending to be an angel. That's her disguise.

I'm gonna kill kitty.

"Right. You ran away from me that night. I waited for you."

"I know. You're bad news. So I left through the back. And let's be fair. The last time we were together, you ran away. I woke up bruised, broken and bloody. In a hospital bed. Alone."

This isn't a good conversation point. And it's definitely not the kind of talk I want to be having with her right now.

Yes, I left. I had to. There was no other choice.

I don't want to talk anymore. I move towards her. Putting my hands on the railings behind her. She watches me. She doesn't back away, but she doesn't lean towards me. She's fucking challenging me.

"Give me a kiss." I tell her. I don't ask her. I don't want to play. I lean forward, teasing her lips with my breath.

She slightly opens her mouth, ready for my tongue. "No."

The fuck? I almost ignored her. I was sure she was going to kiss me. I pull back. Again.

"What the fuck do you mean no?"

"Look Jake. I no you're not used to the word, but no is the opposite of yes. Do you understand?"

She raises a perfectly shaped brow at me. Fucking tease. She's purposely leading me on.

"Anyway, I better be going Jake. It was nice to see you again." She turns and takes a step down the fire exit. The metal rickets and shakes with each little movement. She can't fucking leave.

"Stay here Christina."

"Actually, it's Christy. And no, I d-"

"I won't touch you. Not unless you ask me to."

Yes! She's thinking about it.

I can already imagine sinking myself into her hot tight pussy. Her arching her back to let me suck on her hard rosy nipples. Rough moans as I-

"Ok. But you have to promise me. You don't touch me. Unless I ask you. Or I'm dying or something, you can touch me then."

She sends me a cheeky grin. She's lucky I'm a better man now. She's going to make it hard. I can tell. That's OK. I love a challenge.

Two can play that game.

We all tease.

I finally have her back up here. Back where I've wanted her for so, so long.

I've promised not to touch her sexually, without her express permission. But I won't just have her ask. I'm going to make her beg.

First, beg for me to touch her. Then beg for me to let her come. Then she will beg for more. Finally I'll have her begging for me to stop.

She's changed. One minute she's being slyly seductive, putting images into my head like a dirty slut. Then she's like she used to be. An innocent and virginal little angel. Both are getting me ready. Excited. But both bring out different parts of me. Different animals. And she's confusing my mind like the naughty minx she obviously is. I've no idea which animal I'll be feeding.

Will it be the greedy disgusting pig? Or will it be the big bad Wolf?

I suppose I'll find out. I've stuck to my word. The only way I've touched her is with my fingertips, grazing the parts of her skin that are bare when we talk. I know it's effected her. Does she think I'm stupid. That I don't see what my touch does to her.

Time to make her beg. I know she's going to play too. I see the mischievous twinkle in her eye. She wants to play a game. Maybe she thinks she can win. I'll show her how a king plays the board.

"Do you want a shower love?" I ask her politely, while I push the bathroom door open. I know she won't join me already.

"I don't think that's a good idea. I remember the last time." She said it innocently. Prudish. But completely contradicted it with a naughty wink at the end.

"I'll have one after you though please. I could do with a good scrub."

Slut! I can see what she's fucking doing. She's putting Filthy fucking images in my head. I can imagine seeing her through the steam. Her pale skin, pink from the way she's rubbed her skin clean. She has her head thrown back against the tiles. One hand wrapped around her tit, a finger stroking over her nipple. The other down playing in her juices. Sliding in-"

"Hey, hey! Hold up there sailor. Whatever you're thinking, stop it. It isn't going to happen."

Slut.

"You can go after me then. I'll be a while though. I'm going to have a wank since you're not going to let me fuck you."

I didn't wait for a response, but went into the bathroom turning the shower on. I left the door open. I know she'll come and look. Whores like her can't help it.

I stripped quickly. I didn't bother with the buttons on my shirt, but reached behind me and pulled it over my head. Undid my jeans zipper, slid them down my legs, stepped out of them and walked into the shower.

I wash my body quickly using lynx shower gel and my hands. Then I get to the good bit. I slather my big boy up before pumping.

She's my fuel. I imagine her naked. In different positions. Different places. Different outcomes. But my cock inside a part of her body is a constant.

I occasionally glance at the door to see if she's there. Third time lucky. There she stands, watching me. She casually leans against the door frame as if it's natural.

She watches me.

Her eyes zoned in on my cock.

I watch her.

Her eyes burn me. And I get so much more excited than usual. Fuck, she's gonna cause the mist to return. The red haze.

How can she look so innocent and so naughty at the same time. I see her blush, and it pushes me further.

I look away. Closing my eyes, I let my head fall back against the tiles.

Jesus fucking Christ. What animal is she summoning?

I'm getting close, I look back at the door to see she's gone.

Too late. I come. I come hard and strong. This is the orgasm only her presence can bring.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. She's playing the game better than I thought. Stepping out of the shower I wrap a towel around my waist.

I'm still wet, droplets of water trickling down my chest, when I pad through to the bedroom.

She's naked.

Her hair fanned out across the pillow. Eyes closed. Lips forming a hot circle as she quietly moans.

Her nipples are hard. Her heaving chest shows them off proudly.

One dainty hand is wrapped in the sheets by her head. The other is buried inside her pink glistening pussy. Two fingers pumping a wet rhythm. In, out. In, out. In, out.

My cock surges to life quickly. Throbbing to the beat she plays. Fuck me. The sluts playing dirty.

I stand at the edge of the bed, at the opening of her legs. I watch her shining fingers pump in and out of her hole.

I drop to my knees, loose the towel and lean forward. Her foot stops me. Her toes press into my chest and she pushes me back. "No. You can't help Jake. I'm going to come. On my own. You can watch." She breathes the words. Her orgasm inching closer.

The fuck. What kind of torture is that? I wrap my fingers around her ankle and pull her leg up to my neck. I use the tip of my tongue to stroke her in long slow licks.

I start from inside her knee, and slowly work my way to her inner thigh. I watch as she finger fucks herself. My mouth only helping her to speed up.

When she comes, I grab both of her thighs. She's still rolling through her orgasm when I pound my cock into her. Balls deep.

She doesn't try to stop me, she moans loudly encouraging me. "Aah Jake. Harder. Ahhh."

I pound into her harder, complying to her wish. She brings her hand down and begins to rub her clit. Bucking her body as another orgasm rolls through her.

"You're breaking my rules Jake." She moans the words. My name tipping off her tongue like that pushes me forward.

"Oh Angel. Rules are made to be broken." I move her so that her head is at the top of the bed. Grabbing her wrists I pull them both high above her head.

Then using the belt from her dress, I wrap a figure eight around her wrist and secure the ends of the leather to the metal of the bed.

She moans louder. She fucking loves being my slut. That's why she came back.

I fuck her harder. Pulling her legs up to my shoulders I get deeper. She screams when she comes. My excitement soars, knowing what I'm about to do to her.

"I'm not letting you go this time Christina." I groan out, my release coming closer.

She doesn't answer me. Unable to hear me above the fogged up mist of passion. Fuck her for running.

"Open your eyes. Look at me while you come." I roar. Holding back on my own orgasm.

Her eyes flash open and I watch her orgasm through the glassiness of her deep emeralds. They've darkened with her lust.

I come. Blowing a whole new world with her. She comes with me for the ride. Her tight cunt pulsing around my dick and milking me for every drop.

When I pull away, she sighs heavily and looking up at her wrists she tugs. Waiting for me to undo her restraints.

I'll do no such fucking thing.

I cross the room. "Nah, I'm not ready to let you go yet Princess."

"What the fuck Jake. Un- bastard-do me."

When I come back from across the room, it's with a large vibrator in my hand.

She clicks on fast. "No!" She kicks a foot in my direction. Ha! As if that'll stop me. I've dreamed of this for seven long fucking years.

Actually punishing a slut. A Filthy two bob Whore. This one especially. Because she knows how to get into my mind. She plays dirty tricks. Making me feel like I care about her.

I'm about to teach her a lesson she'll never forget. She ran from me last time. And I was so fucking happy to see her. I actually felt my heartbeat skip and change when I glimpsed her beautiful eyes.

She's evil. Playing me, and trying to turn me into a toy she can play with then throw away. Manipulating bitch.

I push the vibrator into her pussy. I switch it to full and step back to watch her writhe. She's moving too much.

I use the key to unlock the drawer from under the bed and retrieve two sets of cuffs. It doesn't take me long to secure her ankles. Widely spreading her soft legs.

Her unwanted moans are loud. Lucky we're away from everybody.

I go to the head of the bed and grip her cheeks. "See you later sweetcheeks. You'll wait for me this time, right?"

Then I kiss her goodbye. Licking her tongue in a passionate hungry kiss.

I leave her there. Slut gets what a slut wants. Orgasm after orgasm. She'll stay with me as long as I want her. And I can't see myself getting bored anytime soon.

She should of never ran. I want her. So much.

I'm not letting her go so easily this time.

I shut the door on her obscene screams and using the key, I lock her in her partime prison before descending the wooden steps.

I smile as I make my way back down to the party. I wonder how many orgasms the angel will have. I wonder how long the batteries will last.

I push through the crowds of bodies. A lot of people have lost their clothes. The crowd has thinned, a good portion of the customers having made their way to the dungeons.

I see kitty charge towards me. "What the fuck did you do to her? Where's she gone?"

I don't need to ask to know she's talking about Christina. "Nothing. We talked outside. Had a kiss. Made plans for next weekend. She's gone home now."

"Aww. It's about time you two sorted yourselves out. Your chemistrys thick!"

She didn't wait for a response, but drunkenly wobbled away.

I stay down here for some time. Talking to loyals and just watching the shows given.

Nobody knows she's here. She's my dirty little secret. I can keep her. Use her whenever I want. She can't leave me again, until I'm ready for her to leave.

I never thought it would be this easy. She's become feisty. I briefly wonder if she'll make things hard. But I don't even care.

A slut like her deserves everything she gets. Look how easy she gave up her rules to feel my cock inside of her.

I'm going to torture her. Teach her to never ever run from me again.

I've been down here for three hours when I make my way back upstairs.

I unlock the bolts and pull the door open. She still lies there, legs spread, arms restrained above her head. My dick hardens quickly at the sight of her.

The toy is still buried inside of her creamed pussy. Her slick folds shine red from her unwanted orgasms. I bet she's sore. The toys batteries have ran out. No buzzing can be heard.

"You've had your fun Jake. Let me go." She says the words quietly, her throat raw from her screams.

"I ain't letting you go anywhere baby. I've got plans for you."

She looks at me, eyes wide. Her face the picture of Innocence. I know differently. It's all a fucking trick.

"Please Jake. I won't run." Honesty shines through her eyes, and something in my chest drops.

I walk over to the bed and release the cuffs from her ankles. I pull the vibrator from her tight cunt and her come floods from her.

I gently stroke her pussy and she flinches away from me. I look up into her eyes, waiting for an explanation for the movement.

"I'm sensitive Jake. Really sensitive."

Her words excite me. I love it when she's all sensitive, and her orgasms come so quickly. And repeatedly. Over and over again.

I was going to release her when I see her nipples have hardened. The sluts getting excited again.

Instead, grabbing her by the hips, I flip her over onto her knees. The belt wrapped around her wrists twists, still secure to the bed frame.

"No Jake. Let me go."

I climb onto the bed behind her, unbuckle my jeans and place the tip of my cock at her hole.

"I'm not going to let you go Christina. I'm going to keep you. I'm going fuck your tight cunt all the fucking time. Whenever I want you, you'll be here. Ready for my dick."

She moans at my words and moving her hips, she rubs her wet slit against my hard cock.

Slut wants to play.

I'll fucking play a game with her.

I pull my hand back and release it against her soft arse. She squeals.

I do it again on the opposite cheek. This time she moans. Her juices drip onto my cock, as I stare at her reddening arse cheeks.

I spank her again, and tell her the rules of the game we're about to play.

"You're going to fuck me. In this position. You're going to push back against me and your needy fucking pussy will swallow my cock. Then you will fuck me.

Every time you pause in your rhythm or you fuck up one of my commands, I'm going to spank you. If i get bored of spanking you, I will punish you for your mistakes another way. Do you understand?"

She's too horny to say no. She slides her juices against me again. "Yes Jake."

I spank her hot arse hard. "Call me Sir."

"Aaaahhhh. Yes sir."

My dick likes that. It throbs at the sound of her voice.

Leaning over her, I make things more awkward by adjusting the belt around her wrists. I pull it higher up the bed frame so that she can't rest on her arms.

"Are you ready slut?"

"Yes." I slap her. "Aah, yes Sir."

"Go!..."

I begin to push my backside against him, my excitement overriding any anger or fear left residing inside me.

He spanks me and it only serves to make my juices run quicker. Moaning, I rub against him. He's not helping at all. I need to wake his beast.

"Please Jake. Please fuck me."

Slap. "No!"

Fuck me, I'm not the only one who's changed. I need his dick inside me now! I push back again, this time the thick head of his cock pushes against my hole.

I push harder, further. The belt digs into my wrists and my arms burn from the position I'm in.

I push as far as I'm able. He fills me. Slowly, inch by fucking agonising inch. He doesn't move as I begin to fuck him. And it feels fantastic. I push back against him, sinking his huge cock into my pussy again and again.

I speed up and he groans. He likes it and it only makes me want him more. My tits bounce against my ribs and my arse slaps against his hips.

He feels so deep like this. And my tied up wrists adds to my excitement. My orgasm comes so fast and strong that it takes my breath away. My vision blurs as I scream his name out.

He spanks me hard and that alone has my next orgasm closing in on me. He can't expect me to keep pace while I'm coming. I can barely think straight.

"Come on slut. Keep fucking me. Fuck me through your orgasm." he grinds out.

Oh my God. His words alone cause my pussy to contract and pulse. I push back more and again I'm fucking him. His huge dick sliding in and out of my trembling pussy.

But my next orgasm comes fast and this time, I can't continue while I ride it.

The spank hits me hard. And I mumble out nonsense words.

He doesn't take long.

I knew he wouldn't wait and let me rest.

He grips my hip tightly and pulls me back against him himself. He is my puppet master. And with his big hands he forces my movements.

He moves me. Making me ride his dick through orgasm after orgasm. He doesn't move his hips himself, because he isn't fucking me. Even though I can barely see through the glazed pleasure. It's still me doing the fucking and he's sure to keep it that way.

"Come on Christina. You can come again! Let's get a bit faster..." he growls the words. And speeds the actions his wrists create.

"No Jake. No more! I can't."

"You fucking can. And you will. You will come again. And a fucking gain. Until I say otherwise."

After my next orgasm rolls through my body he reaches over me and undoes the belt from my wrists.

I know he hasn't come and I wait to see what he has in line for me next.

Changing our position, he sits himself on the bed and using the familiar belt he secures just beneath my elbows behind my back.

He then lifts me over him, so that I'm saddling him and the one word that leaves his mouth has my liquid running more than a hot summer river.

"Ride..."

I ride his huge cock while I stare into his icy blues. He groans along with me, and I love the way his muscles tense in his neck and shoulders as he tries to hold back.

My orgasm rocks through my body, and I try so hard to keep rhythm.

I can't.

My body writhes with pleasure and Jake quickly grabs my hip and thrusts into me as he forces me to bounce. He makes the experience better by taking part.

His eyes are clouded when he growls at me, "Again. Come again."

And like magic I do. I cry out as the electric feeling blows up inside me. I know I can't give him anymore. I just can't handle anything else he gives me.

He moves me yet again. He knows I'm going to start struggling, and keeping my arms restrained behind my back he pushes my knees onto the floor and leans my chest against the bed.

My pussy is already a quivering mess and my heart pounds in trepidation.

Spreading my legs wide, he slams into me with enough strength to make me scream.

He fucks me so hard and fast, pulling on my hair from behind . My tits are now the only part of my body touching the bed. My nipples burning from the friction as they rub against the cotton.

"Come for me Christina!" He roars, his orgasm must be close because of the frantic movement of his hips against me.

I do explode. Yet again, screaming out his name as my pussy tightens and then loosens around his throbbing cock.

"One more time!"

No!

"I can't..." I whimper as he screws my poor abused pussy harder and faster than ever. He's held back too long.

"Fuck! Come on Angel. Give me one more. Scream my fucking name." he grinds the words out, his teeth gritting together.

He then releases my hair, allowing my body to drop against the bed. Then he wraps his arm around my waist, and uses two fingers to squeeze and roll my clit.

Tremors run through my body as he forces my need to squirt. He can't make me do that after making me come so much. He'll fucking break me.

But like a doll, he plays with my body. He thrusts into me hard pushing my upper body further into the bed.

Tilting his hips, he lifts one of my legs and holds it as he changes the depth of his thrusts.

My body shatters. I come, and come, and come. The noises from me not seemingly real, my vision has blurred and my limbs feel like jelly.

He hasn't finished, he fucks me harder, but slower. Each thrust jolts my body and the movement on my clit speeds up.

"Come with me Angel..."

I only just hear his words.

My orgasm is overpowering my senses.

His roar of release comes not long after his order.

I can't move. My body doesn't respond right.

I can't think. But I know he's picked me up, and taken me back to the bed. Lying me down comfortably.

I know he's taken the belt away, my arms burn from their sudden freedom.

He hasn't secured me.

He says something to me before lying down on the bed beside me. I don't hear the muffled words. My mind is busy trying to remember what I should do tomorrow.

What is it? What is it?

That's right.

He hasn't secured me.

I'm going to run tomorrow.

I care too much to stay...

Ummm. I stretch. My body feels so fucking good. It's finally being satisfied. I roll over and push my arm out to pull her in to me. Whoever says a morning fuck is a bad thing are mentally fucking stumped.

My hand doesn't reach her soft warm body. My fingertips grasp at the cold sheets.

Shit.

My eyes shoot open and I look around the room before jumping up and running to the bathroom. She isn't here.

I yank the jeans up to my waist and shove my feet into my boots. I've got to find her before she gets away. Again.

Grabbing ahold of the handle, I yank. The muscles in my arm jump but the door doesn't budge.

Bitch has locked it from the outside.

I throw my body against the door. The wood rattles but it's gonna take forever to break.

I go again.

And again.

And again....

****

My chest burns. I don't know if I can run like this much longer. I can't let him find me, and I push myself further.

I don't know my way around the new club and already I'd been blocked by two closed and locked doors.

I left the building via glass doors by the kitchen area. The grass seemed to go on forever but I'm finally nearing the woods.

The twigs cut into my bare feet and branches snap against my aching body.

I'm lucky he forgot to use the belt last night. I can't let this opportunity go to waste.

I need to stop. Even if it's for a few minutes. I fall against the trunk of a tree and get my breathing under control.

After a couple of minutes I stand back up. I can hear shouting in the distance.

They're coming for me.

Run.

****

I broke it down after ten minutes of slamming my shoulder into the hard wood.

After I ran downstairs I found none of the doors have been unlocked yet. I know she's exited through the kitchen.

I will find her. It's hard to find the exit from the woods.

I've got six guys searching with me. They're on the payroll. They can fucking earn it.

Another slut not even taking a day to think about leaving.

Drew catches up and keeps pace with my running footsteps.

"The fuck you doing Jake? You said she left. Why she here? And why is she running?"

Oh yeah, I'll stand and have a nice natter with you now shall I?!

"Talk later Drew. Kinda busy right now. All you need to know, is I decided to keep her."

He stops running with me just before I get to the woods. I know he won't want to get involved. He only sees the dangerous side of me and my Angel.

I'm snapping branches out of my way when I he shouts again.

"You need to let her go Jake."

The fuck I do!

I can here other footsteps in the woods. Others are in here too.

The heavy running steps can be heard in different directions.

But somewhere, somewhere beneath it all, are lighter ones.

I can hear her.

****

I can hear the stamping of heavy, fast bodies all around me and I panic. I lurch forward and sprint in the same direction not thinking about where I'm going.

It's not fair of him to do this to me. He knows nothing about me. Who I am, or what I've been through since he left me broken in a hospital bed.

He knew I still had breath. He didn't wait for anything else. He left.

Footsteps close in on me and I look behind as I continue to run. Escape tastes close.

He's there.

He's just visible through the trees. He sees me too. His shouts prove it.

"Christina! Stop!"

I don't stop. I try hard to push forward.

I spin my head round to check again. He's getting closer.

Looking forward, I've only ran a few more paces when a big man steps out from a tree.

He smiles in victory.

Pulls back his fist,

And slams it into my face.

Pain screeches through my body and I drop to the floor in agony.

I hear Jakes pounding steps as he catches up to our location.

He passes me by a few steps. And as my vision begins to blur and darken, watch as his beast mode comes into focus.

He punches the big guy to the floor. His fist repeatedly slams into the guys broken face....

****

I saw her. My dreams so close when Zayde stepped from the trees. I shouted no before he even pulled back his fist.

I watch as his fist crashes into my Angel. She drops to the floor like he stole her soul. She doesn't scream. She doesn't cry.

I hit him the exact same way he hit her. The mist doesn't ease away from my mind or eyes until he doesn't make noise anymore.

I see my fist is smashing into a mess, his face no longer a face.

They pull me away and I have to fight them to get to her.

She doesn't move. Her eyes closed. With my heart thudding a powerful beat, I see she still breathes.

Her bare legs and arms are covered in little cuts. The branches.

She was that eager to get away she didn't even put her shoes on.

Does she hate me that much. I told her I needed her last night.

Does that mean nothing to her?

Am I supposed to let her go?

It feels like I am. It feels like I should want her to be happy.

But I'm selfish.

I want her to stay with me...

I wake up slowly. The grogginess stays as I drift in and out of dream land.

When I finally wake, Jake is sat on the chair beside the bed. He looks sad, and he stares at the door as if contemplating running.

"Hey." My throat hurts when I talk. How long have I been out for?

His eyes flash to me and he covers the sadness. Hiding yet again.

"Hey. Are you real awake this time? Do you know who I am?"

He uses his thumb to point to himself, one eyebrow raised in question.

"Of course I know who you are Eddie!"

He looks shocked, then a little frightened.

And I can't hold it in any longer. I burst out laughing, and the action makes my face hurt. He looks angry now, and it only makes me laugh more.

"You're a fucker Christina!!"

Allowing my laughter to fade, I finally respond. "It's Christy. How long have I been out?"

"Two days..."

He must see the fear on my face.

"Don't worry. I had the doctor come round and check you. You're alright. You just need to rest. You'll stay here so I can make sure you're OK."

He looks at his feet. He's waiting for me to get mad.

"I'm not staying here Jake." I whisper the words.

"You need to rest Christina-"

"It's Christy."

"And you can't rest if you're travelling across the country now can you? I'll look after you."

I don't know if this is another way to keep me here or if he means it. He makes me ache.

I open my mouth to question him some more when there's a knock at the door. The newly fixed door!

Jake steps outside into the hall and a few seconds of mumbling later he returns with a tray.

The tray holds soup, water, bread and a flower.

He sits down beside me on the edge of the bed and as I reach for the tray, I realise I'm starving.

He pulls it away. Just out of my reach. I close my eyes. I don't know if I'm about to cry or scream bad words when I feel the spoon at my mouth.

I look up to see him smiling he holds the spoon to my mouth with the steamy red soup. I open and he slides it in, carefully tipping the spoon so that the soup slips onto my tongue.

It's delicious.

I moan my appreciation and he continues to feed me, his eyes darkening.

"Is it nice?" He leans in closer as he asks.

"Yes Jake. It's delicious. Try some."

He does. He gently puts the tray on the bedside table and slowly leans in towards me. He kisses me gently. So gently. His lips move against mine in a sweet embrace, and my chest tightens as he slips his hot tongue against mine.

His hands move into my hair and he pulls me closer. I whimper, ready for more.

And he pulls away.

"Jake?"

"You're right. It is delicious."

"You can't keep me here."

And that's all it took. The rose tinted glasses smash just as fast as his temper.

"Why can't I?" He roars. The tray flies as he jumps up.

"I will keep you. I won't fucking let you go. You're mine Christina! Mine."

I sit and watch as he blows up and I squash my need to hide. To run. Things need to be said.

"You can't keep me prisoner Jake. I won't make things easy."

"How the fuck else will I make you stay? Huh? Tell me! Because you keep fucking running away like every other Bastard female."

Jesus Christ!

We're getting somewhere.

"You shouldn't try to make me stay. You should want me to want to stay. Not force me. Treat me good. I'm a human and I have feelings. I'm not a damn toy!"

He freezes. His eyes widen as if in shock at my words. He already knows what I've told him. He just doesn't understand.

He breathes deeply before continuing.

"But I was treating you good Angel. Just. Just, right now. And you said I couldn't keep you." His eyes show betrayal. Hurt.

The lump forms in my throat. How can he think or feel that way. Does he not understand.

"No Jake. That was being gentle. Soft. While you intended on not letting me leave. That's not treating me good. It's a sorry case of misconception. I won't run, if I don't have a need to."

"I'll try-"

"I think we need to talk about the other women."

He looks away. Each wall of the room seemingly interesting. He looks everywhere except at me.

"Kitty wants to see you. I'll send her up. Give you two some time together."

And before I can even say anything. He leaves. Slamming the door behind him. I hear the locks click into place.

He's not ready yet. He can't believe me.

I'm still here because he's keeping me. Because he won't let me go.

Does he not believe I'd be here if he gave me a choice?

Looks like I'm his prisoner.

Time to force his hand...

The locks pull back from the other side of my door. The door swings open and Kitty strolls in. A false smile on her face. She needn't fake it, I know she's upset. She wanted it to work for us.

She sits at the edge of the bed.

"Have you told him yet? He seems to actually be trying."

I shake my head, the lump in my throat aching.

"No, not yet."

"It's a big thing. He needs to know Christy!" She slaps me around the back of my head and laughs. She's trying to lighten things. But unfortunately I need some answers.

"Will you tell me about him? I need to know-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get it. You need to know why he's fucked up. You should talk to him about it. Not me. But I'll tell you, life really dealt him some shit cards. His mum a slut, sister a slut. Got that bad that he lost his little brother over it, and a lot more. But I've already said enough. Tell him everything. He's not the only one keeping secrets."

I'm not ready to tell him about that. There's numerous ways it could go but I don't particularly like any of them.

It could throw us apart or push us together. But I don't want him to be with me because of that.

We sit for another hour just talking about complete random encounters, child hood memories for me, and sexcapades for her.

I realise she doesn't really talk about her childhood, but I know not to push anything. She'll tell me when she's ready. If she's ever ready.

She keeps pushing the Jake issue, boundaries are getting close, and I'm getting close to snapping.

I'm mulling over the dangerous thoughts in my head when the door swings open.

"You're going to sing for us tonight Christina." He snaps.

I love the way he asks so nicely and I'm about to give him a world of pain, with my words but his vest top distracts me.

It's my favourite of his. Simply white but the fit is amazing, it clings to his muscles and shows everything beneath the thin fabric. His tattooed arms free.

My mouth waters and I completely forget my argument, so settle for something simpler.

"No I'm not. And it's Christy."

"Yes you fucking are. I didn't ask."

"I know, and that's why I won't sing for you."

He looks slightly mad and slightly amused. He shakes his head then directs his gaze to Kitty.

"Give us some privacy Kitty."

I feel the mattress just behind me shift as her weight is lifted.

She walks to the door, a sway in her hips. As she passes Jake she slaps him around the back of the head.

"Be nice. Remember our talk."

Talk! What fucking talk? She's been up here over an hour and hasn't bothered to tell me about this particular talk that I'd obviously be interested in.

I'm beginning to think kitty has a very sly sneaky side. I must remember that.

Kitty leaves, shutting the door behind her and Jake crawls onto the bed.

He looks up at me through his lashes and continues to stalk up the bed on his hands and knees.

He looks like a tiger about to pounce and I find my core aching for him. I've never seen this side of him. It's almost playful.

He strokes his nose against mine and gently tugs on my lip with his teeth, Before whispering into my ear.

"You want me to ask nicely?"

His mouth is on my neck and his hands slowly travel up my thighs. He's distracting me.

"Hmm. Yes, yes I do."

His fingers prod my fast dampening panties and his tongue strokes my collar bone between his reasoning.

"Drew is trying to gain vip members. We need proper entertainment. And you sing like an angel. We need your help..."

A cry escapes me as he plunges two fingers into my dripping pussy. He curls them towards him, caressing my g spot and making me need more.

Within seconds he's ripped through my thong, I've been thrown back against the bed and his huge hard cock has been slammed into me.

My hands already grip the bedframe and he thrusts into me twice before stopping.

I look up at him. Why the hell has he stopped. He has a strange look on his face. One that I've never seen.

"Is this OK? Do I have permission?"

What the fuck? Is he taking the piss?

"Yes Jake. This is OK. It will be better when you actually start moving."

He smirks before his next question and I know he's about to play with me.

"Tell me how you want it Christina."

"What? Just fuck me!"

He slowly and gently withdraws to gently push back in. It feels great, but it's wrong.

"Like this?" He whispers, his lips stroking against mine.

"Faster Jake." I whimper.

He speeds up at my request and my heart pounds. There he is.

"Harder." I moan out. And he fucks me. Properly, like himself. I realise he was in his own way giving me control.

My moans get louder and he squashes them with his mouth, slamming his down on mine. He bites, and sucks my lips while he gains more speed.

Fuck. I'm about to come when he orders me to hold back.

"Don't come Christina."

He lifts one of my legs and pushes it towards my own shoulder.

"Hold it there Angel."

I do as I'm told, I know I'll enjoy the outcome. I always do.

Then he twists his own torso, to the left and slams into me.

He seems to stroke each and every sensitive spot in my body with each thrust. My orgasm has already built over a normal height. And it just builds and builds.

He pounds into me harder and faster, then pulls back his hand and lets it slap against the flesh of my arse.

"Come on baby. Come for me."

And I do.

Seconds after the words leave his mouth,my orgasm explodes in me. My body shakes and quivers as he continues to fuck me, his hard spanks slipping in every so often.

I come again and again.

Eventually he comes with me. He shouts out my name, and I'm shocked to feel my heart swell.

That's not right.

He kisses me after. Gently. On my mouth, his tongue dancing along side mine.

My chest feels tight, and I worry I'm about to have a panic attack.

He jumps up from the bed.

"So you'll sing a beautiful song for us all tonight."

"No. I will not. We haven't discussed and decided that Jake."

"But I did all the nice stuff." He looks genuinely confused like he doesn't understand I haven't agreed.

If i weren't so frustrated with trying to teach him do's and dont's I'd of found it adorable.

"Ok Jake. We need to talk."

He rushed then. "What? No we don't."

Pulled his jeans back around his waist and tried to cover the anger and fear on his face.

"You'll sing tonight Christina. Drew needs you."

"I'll sing if we can talk. Otherwise you will regret making me sing without us coming to an agreement Jake."

"I'm trying so hard with you Angel."

"It's not enough Jake. There's stuff I need to know about."

He looks torn.

And my heart soars. It's finally happening. I can fix him.

"No!" He yells. "We'll talk tomorrow. You will sing tonight, otherwise we will entertain them another way. With your sweet little body on that stage."

He looks at me. His eyes hard. The gentleness I witnessed completely evaporated.

He turns. Leaves the room and slams the door behind him.

So I'll sing tonight...