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“
Then I might
rape you.”

“
That would be
something,” he laughed, kneading his fingers into my ass
cheeks, crawling them in toward my core and spreading my pussy lips.
I could feel him watching me back there, and it made me embarrassed
and excited. Damien Reed was a kinky sex God, and I was his loyal
servant, bending to his every whim and will.

He practically
owns me already,
I realized.
At least, he owns the pleasures
of my body. Chase is good, but Damien is amazing. There's no
comparison.

My thoughts were
drowned away when he suddenly bucked forward, plunging me into the
dark abyss of pleasure. I gasped in surprise, and then my mouth was
all moans as he fucked me violently. His fingers dug into my hips so
deep that it hurt, and his cock slammed against me so hard that it
made a loud crack when our bodies met.

The ferocity of it
was so intense that I almost couldn't breath between gasps and moans.
My eyes were wide open, but all I could see was darkness. Every nerve
in my body screamed with sensation, some pleasure, some pain.

The bed squeaked
below us defiantly, sounding like it was about to break at any
moment. My pussy mirrored its sentiment, burning from the force of
Damien's lust. When he slammed against me, it felt like he was
hammering into my depths, past my cervix and straight into my womb.
Tears ran down my cheeks, soaking into the blindfold. For the abuse
that my cunt was taking, my body wanted more. I had never been fucked
so hard in all my life. And I loved it.

My tits swung
heavily beneath me, almost painfully. I wanted to reach a hand up to
tweak one of my nipples, but I knew if I shifted my weight for even a
second, I'd lose my balance and fall face-first into the bed. Wave
after wave of delicious heat pulsed through my clit, which was being
savagely beaten by the slapping of his balls against it.

It wasn't long
before my body could take no more, and I erupted into orgasm,
clenching around him mercilessly. The intensity of it made me see
stars, flooding my nether region with delicious heat. Damien kept
pounding away, his cock fighting against my contractions. In the end,
he won, fucking me until my muscles surrendered around his tool. He
stopped long enough to grip me by the shoulders, and then picked up
the pace until he was jack-hammering into me. The room was filled
with the sounds of our skin slapping together, heavy breathing, and
the smell of sex. Never before had the scent been so potent,
practically intoxicating me.

“
You're going
to break me,” I breathed, though I wasn't sure if the statement
was supposed to be seductive or literal. My cunt was starting to get
sore, not unbearable, but definitely beyond what I was used to.

“
No talking,”
Damien growled, and I cowered beneath him, deciding to let him ride
out his pleasure, using me how he saw fit.

The rest of our
coupling was a mind fuck. Did he really not care if he was hurting
me? Did he even realize how rough he was being?

I tried to arch my
hips so that the position was more comfortable for me, thinking about
how Chase would never be so rough. It was a conundrum. Part of me was
frightened by how violent Damien's fucking had become, but part of me
loved it. My inner tunnel was getting sore despite plenty of
self-produced lubrication, but my clit wouldn't stop throbbing. It
felt like I was almost in a constant state of orgasm. While my eyes
could see nothing, the world pulsed around me. I could hear my heart
beat ringing in my ears, feel the blood pumping between my legs, the
sweat pooling in the curve of my back. Sex had never been such a
workout before, and I wasn't even doing anything. Our bodies felt
almost merged, like a well-oiled machine, working at optimum
performance with the dial pressed all the way to overdrive.

Finally, when I
thought that my arms might collapse beneath me from atrophy, Damien's
body tensed. His sudden stopping brought on another surprise orgasm,
and I gasped as we came together. For some reason, this orgasm felt
even more intense than the last ones, probably because it was also an
emotional orgasm from feeling like I was one with him. Whatever the
reason, it was absolutely amazing, and I sighed in contentment,
allowing my face to drop to the comforter while I panted out my
pleasure.

In the darkness that
surrounded me, all I could hear was heavy breathing. Damien pulled
away, leaving my passageway empty and swollen. My pussy had really
taken a beating tonight, I thought deviously, licking my lips.

“
You can take
the blindfold off now,” Damien said, still breathless.

I pulled it off of
my head, then rolled over onto my side, looking at him. He was
covered in sweat, the front of his shirt practically sticking to him.

“
Why do you
never take your clothes off when we have sex?” I asked.

“
I never
really think about it,” he replied, which sounded like a lame
excuse to me.

“
You know, I
do rather enjoy the sight of you naked.”

“
And I really
enjoy being naked.” As if to prove he was telling the truth, he
began to peel off his clothes, throwing them into a laundry hamper by
the door. “I need a shower,” he said, and then
disappeared into the bathroom without another word.

I frowned at the
door, wishing he would have invited me along. With a sigh, I rolled
off the bed, walking naked to the kitchen for a glass of water. All
of that hot sex really dehydrated me. Once I got my water, I went in
search of my things. I found them in the living room, which was as
good of a place as any to leave them until I had to collect them in
the morning.

Absentmindedly, I
plopped down onto the sofa and grabbed my phone. There were two text
messages, one from Tanya and another from Chase. Tanya wanted to tell
me about the amazing date she had gone on with her new boyfriend. I
really didn't have the energy to listen to it though so I decided to
call her the next day. The other message about made my heart stop.
This was the moment I had been dreading.

Chase's text read,
“Hey, Chey, I can't take this uncertainty anymore. You know I
love you. I really think it's time we took things to the next level.
Please text me back.”

I didn't text Chase
back. Though he was probably still awake, I convinced myself that it
was too late at night. In truth, I wasn't sure what I would say to
him anyway. Instead, I waited for Damien to get out of the shower,
then took one for myself and crawled into bed beside him.

My mind was too
addled with exhaustion and pain medication to allow me to get overly
emotional, though there were still slivers of discomforting thought
running through my brain. I wanted Damien to wrap his arms around me
like he had when he found me crying, but he didn't. He simply lay
beside me, as still as a corpse, presumably asleep.

Everything that had
happened lulled me into a false sense of being with him. He was so
attentive to me when I cut myself, so loving when we got back from
the emergency medical clinic. That had melted away when we fucked. My
feelings were still there. They never left. But he ran hot and cold,
and I still had no idea what was going on inside his head.

There was no point
in worrying about it now though. I didn't have to make an immediate
decision. The weekend was over, and I could come up with excuses to
put Chase off until I had my mind together. Tonight, all I cared
about was sleep and the peace that it brought.

THREE WORDS

Sleep came, but it
wasn't near long enough. At six o'clock, the alarm went off, and
Damien was hurrying me out the door, so he could get to school on
time. I groaned as I drove home, feeling like I had been hit by a
freight train. My finger hurt, my pussy ached, and I had an emotional
hangover.

Unfortunately, there
wasn't much time to dwell on any of it. I still had to get home,
change my clothes, and head to class on time to face a miserable day
of thinking about Chase Vogel and Damien Reed. Who would I choose?

The answer still
seemed obvious. Damien was temporary. Once our lessons were over, so
was our relationship. Chase was familiar and steady. Still, I felt
like I'd be missing out on something if I committed to a relationship
with Chase.

By the end of the
day, I still hadn't made up my mind. The thought that I had to choose
between them made me angry. Why couldn't I have my cake and eat it
too? It had worked so well up until this point, hadn't it?

I decided to visit
my mom after school, hoping she could talk some sense into me.
Whether I wanted to admit it or not, I knew what the best decision
was. It was just going to take someone else actually saying it to
nudge me in the right direction.

She was happy to see
me, as always, ushering me inside with a hug and offering me a soda
and pizza. I grabbed a few slices of meat lovers and sat on the sofa,
listening to her tell me all about the drama at her job while I ate.
There was always something miserable going on there, whether it be
her boss pissing her off or other employees leaving the store filthy.
My mom loved to complain, and if it wasn't about her job, then it was
usually about her neighbors or their dogs or whatever else she could
think of that was wrong with the world.

It felt like a rite
of passage to listen until she ran out of words. Then it was my turn,
though I rarely had as much to say. My life was fairly undramatic,
aside from this new love triangle.

“
Chase wants a
relationship,” I began.

“
I thought you
two already were in one.”

“
No. I've been
putting him off because of this other guy.”

“
The one you
only felt lust for,” she said with a disapproving tone.

“
Yeah. I think
I'm starting to feel a bit more for him though.” I hated to
admit it to myself, but it was true. After the afternoon in the pool,
and the way Damien had taken care of me when I had injured myself . .
. Well, there was definitely more than lust there.

“
And how does
he feel about you?”

“
I don't
know.”

“
Still a
mystery man, huh?” she huffed.

“
Yeah. But I
kind of like that about him.”

“
Honey, not
all mysteries are good. If he's not telling you everything about
himself, then he's probably hiding something.”

It wasn't like that,
but how could I possibly make her understand without telling her
everything.

I sighed, “I'm
just worried that if I get with Chase, I'm going to be missing out on
something great.”

“
If you don't
get with Chase, you're going to be missing out on something great,”
she insisted, and I knew she was right.

Damien is only
temporary,
I had to remind myself.
Make that your mantra.
Every time you become unsure, tell yourself that. You can't have him,
not in the way you want him. It will never happen. You need to get
over it.

The thought
depressed me, but I knew it was for the best. It was time to stop
being selfish. These lessons, as invigorating as they were, needed to
stop. I had already gotten myself in too deep. If I kept playing
these games, I'd never be able to dig myself out.

“
You're
right,” I said finally. “Chase is the better choice. I
see that now . . . clearly.”

“
Good.”

“
Thanks
for the talk, Mom.”

“
Anytime,
sweetie.”

We spent the rest of
the afternoon watching a show about cheetahs. It didn't interest me
in the least, and I kinda wished we could watch something with more
of a plot to help take my mind off of things, but I didn't dare to
ask. Her house; her rules.

I drove home that
night with a sick feeling in the pit of my stomach, knowing what I
had to do. The following weekend, I would not be showing up at Damien
Reed's house. My lessons with him were over. It was time to buck up
and commit to Chase, and that meant making him my one and only.

Despite this new
resolution though, I couldn't force myself to text him and give him
my decision. Saying that I would be his girlfriend sounded so final.

I couldn't count the
number of times I had the phone in my hand. Sometimes, I even typed
out a full message but then ended up deleting it. Why was this so
damn difficult?
Damien is only temporary. You can't have him,
I
reminded myself over and over again, but that didn't make texting
Chase any easier.