Second Impressions 2: Second Choices

“You betrayed me,” I whispered, my fingers gently threading through her hair. I stared into her brown eyes, my hand tightening on her face. Anger surged through me.

“Why did you betray me?” I demanded, my grip on her neck firm, holding her in place.

I had to know. I needed the truth.

“It wasn’t about you,” she dared to reply.

It felt personal, though. After everything, after I had trusted her.

“What you did is unforgivable,” I told her, my face inching closer to hers.

She was crying. I was sure the tears were fake. She looked so innocent, but I knew better.

“I could have given you the world, Olivia. All you had to do was ask.”

I regretted the words as soon as they left my mouth. Seeing her like this made me soft, made me vulnerable.

I swallowed hard, forcing myself to be cold. She didn’t deserve my kindness.

“Da-a-rius,” she stammered, fear in her voice.

My hands tightened around her neck, cutting off her words. I couldn’t handle my emotions right now.

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you how to cry in pleasure,” I said, releasing her.

She crumpled to the floor, landing on her knees.

The truth was—I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her, to break her.

I studied her small frame, deciding what to do next.

“Now. Bend over, hands on the bed,” I ordered, my patience wearing thin.

Her eyes darted from me to the bed. She was battling with herself.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave?” I asked, needing her consent.

I was a beast. I wanted her to say yes. The savage part of me roared.

“Depends. Are you going to whip me?” she asked, confusion in her voice.

I wiped the tears from her cheek, taking a deep breath. The thought of doing that made me laugh.

“Why? Do you want me to punish you?” I asked, kneeling behind her.

“No,” she whispered, her voice empty when it used to be so full of life.

“But you know you deserve to be punished, right?” I asked, squeezing her ass.

She struggled to respond. A moan escaped her lips that made me hard. So hard.

“Do you want me to fuck you, or do you want me to leave, Olivia?” I asked again.

I needed clarity. I needed to know if she wanted this too. If she said yes, I was going to take it.

“Yes. I want you,” she said, turning her back to me, facing the bed.

Seeing her like this, so submissive, surprised me. She was ready for me to hurt her, and I was going to do just that.

I pressed her body to mine, guiding her forward and placing her hands on the bed.

“I want you to stay like this,” I murmured, turning her head to face me.

“Let me see your face one last time,” I said, wiping a tear from her flushed cheek. “So innocent.”

Unable to resist the desire I felt for her, I pulled her jeans down, biting her ass.

“Oh my God!” she moaned, arching her back as I continued to touch her.

Not gently, but possessively. Tonight, I was going to take what once lured me into her trap.

I had to destroy every bit of innocence Olivia had. It was the only way.

“I’m starting to think you like it when I treat you like a whore. Are you ready to become my little slut?” I asked, biting her other ass cheek.

“No,” she said firmly, resisting me.

I slid a finger inside her.

“Then why are you so wet?”

“Fuck,” she muttered, her eyes closing as I added a second finger, curling them inside her tight pussy.

She was driving me insane.

“You don’t deserve this pleasure,” I said, unzipping my pants.

“But I’m going to give it to you anyway.”

I was going to give it to her. I was more at her mercy than she would ever know.

She arched her back, giving me more access. She was a good girl, soon to be my slut.

Because that was all she was, a slut. A slut for money. I had to remember that.

“Now let me fuck you right, like I promised,” I said, slapping my cock against my palm.

She turned at the sound, her cheeks flushed.

“Scared, little pet?” I teased, my dick hard in my hand as I watched her lips.

She swallowed nervously as I continued.

“You should be, because I don’t feel guilty anymore about what I’m going to do to you.”

I lied.

“Four rounds as my slut, Olivia. Let’s see how you handle one,” I said, rolling a condom onto my cock. I calculated my next move.