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Title: Rape me (Part 26/?)
Author: Ana
Pairing: Billie/Mike, implied!Billie/Tre
Rating: NC-17
Notes: Sorry I took so long. What do you think about this one? I pretty much crossed the line with this entry. It so goddamn kinky :(
Dedication: Everyone who clicks on the pretty link :)
“It’s not like if you have a choice…” Frank growled as he continued crawling on the bed to surround me. Now his body was pressed firmly against my back, and his lips attached to my earlobe. As much as I was enjoying the feeling, I still couldn’t help but feeling a little nausea deep within my gusts since I had just broken up with Mike.
I turned around slowly and asked him to stop again, but he didn’t seemed to care, for he wrapped his arms around me to keep me in place, so I wriggled away, a little annoyed as I yelled, “I said ‘NO’. Which part of ‘NO’ did you not understand?”
“What the hell is wrong with you? C’mon, stop pretending to be a naïve little shit and take your clothes off.”
“What-? What the hell is wrong with YOU! You know I’m still hurt about Mike. You told me he was just using me but you’re no different, are you?”
Frank just sat upright and gave me a look like if I was the biggest freak on earth.
“You know what? I’m just going to take off!” That being said, I turned around and headed to the bedroom door, but then…one little click from behind made me stop dead on my tracks. I turned around again only to corroborate that my first supposition was totally right…
There was a goddamn gun pointed directly to my head.
“You’re not going anywhere but to my bed, Billie.” Frank smirked.
“Is that the same you used with Mike?” I said gulping.
“Aw my little baby…are you scared? Well you should be. Now you better start taking your clothes off before I do and believe me…you do NOT want that.”
“It’s okay man. I’ll do whatever you want just…please…put that shit down…” I muttered. Indeed I was willing to do whatever he wanted me to seeing as I was completely terrified with that fucking gun in front of me.
“Well, look who’s all eager to cooperate all of a sudden, well that’s so sweet of you.” He said moving closer towards me. I backed away instinctively. Frank surrounded me again from behind right before whispering into my ear, “”Oh, and by the way…this is the baby that almost kills your man…”
I closed my eyes in frustration after I felt his hips rubbing suggestively against my ass while caressing with his gun all over my chest and stomach. His lips son started to lick my neck…I didn’t know what to do, so I just shivered and said softly, “Please don’t hurt me…”
I didn’t know what to feel either, so I just stood there, very aware of the events that were about to happen. For a moment, my current situation reminded me of that night when Brad had raped me in the bathroom, and all the times he did the same thing on my bed while I ‘pretend’ to sleep. All those times too, I just kept quiet and immobile. I guess that’s why I appeared to have a “RAPE ME” sign attached to my forehead.
But I was digressing. When I came back to reality, I could perfectly feel Frank’s erection poking at my backside.
He backed away after a moment. The gun never leaving my sight. He searched for something in one of his drawers. I almost expected to be some pot again. Maybe if I was stoned, this wouldn’t be as hurtful, but I was wrong.
Frank was looking for one particular set of manacles. He grinned wickedly as he wrapped them around my wrists before kissing me square on the lips. I just glared at him, but I didn’t say a word…I was too damn afraid to.
The surprises were anywhere near to end. I realize that when that fucking red hair led me to his closet. I looked up…and there was a freaking hook hanging from the ceiling. Oh my god…I wonder how sick this guy really is.
It wasn’t a surprise when he lifted my cuffed wrists and hung the chain onto the hook. Perfect. Now I was completely at his mercy.
He disappeared for a moment, and I was left there with the specific warning of not to make a sound. My jaw dropped immediately once Frank came back with a knife on his hands. He’s gonna kill me for sure… I thought.
But I was wrong again. He wasn’t going to kill me. He just used the knife to tear all of my clothes apart as he watched with awe how my exposed body contorted and shiver at the touch of the cold metal.
“When was the last time anybody noticed just how beautiful you are?” Frank said maliciously while removing his boxers, exposing his hard member. I just looked away, embarrassed by the question for some reason.
“C’mon…you do know this is just to help you, right Billie?” He whispered into my ear again since he had taken up again his place behind me. His hands travelled down my stomach and right between my legs, massaging me ever so softly, and I couldn’t help moan. Bravo Billie. You’re just enjoying being raped. What a slut.
“How come?” I dare to speak. Frank continued rubbing my hardening cock before saying, “Well, this is gonna be so good, that you’re not going to think about Mike ever again. You will be mine.” Frank told me before caressing slightly my cheek.
“I already have an owner, thank you very fucking much. And after this, I can assure you I’m never going to believe in your words ever again…just so you know. So…you better knock yourself out…” I said turning my head so I could stare deep into his eyes. But it turns out that my brave outburst just earned me a slap across the face.
“An owner? Really? I’m guessing you’re talking about Mike. Oh honey…believe me…he’s not that special. But he’s great in bed though…”
“Shut up!”
“Do you remember his smell? How beautiful his muscles look when they’re moving underneath his skin while he’s making love to you?” Frank whispered pumping harder and faster.
“Shut your mouth!” I answered closing my eyes and wriggling under his touch, which only caused me to yank at my cuffs, leaving a pulsating pain.
“He likes to be ridden, doesn’t he? He loves it when you’re sitting on his lap and he gets to be inside you…just like this.” And with that, Frank slipped himself in me. I grasped loudly when he began to move, hitting my prostate every time with every sensual thrust.
I wonder for a minute why I was enjoying this all of a sudden…and then…it hit me…it was the mental image of Mike that Frank had placed intentionally in my mind to turn me on. Although at the time…I realized I didn’t care anymore. I imagined it was the best way to overcome this situation, to think about the man I actually loved.
“Isn’t his face adorable when you’re giving him a blow job? He never seem to get enough…he’s always demanding you to go faster and faster…his blushed face…his sweaty body…he’s so perfect, isn’t he?”
I just focused on the rhythm of his cock inside of him, since he seemed to be as excited as I was. Then he hit harder…and even deeper…
His hand was still between my legs, pumping my erection. Oh god…when did I get one. We both screamed at the top of our lungs and…
Before I knew, everything was over. Frank had come inside of me and I had as well into his palm. The last thing I saw was him licking all over his hand before he left…
Wait…I’m still hanging from this fucking hook…
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I'm very aware of how shitty this is, but its just that in the end I didn't know exactly what to write...
anyway...what do you think???