Simon took his time getting my legs under control, trapping them as he had done yesterday between his massive body and the side of the bed and then he very matter-of-factly slapped me against the face and just as matter-of-factly said, "Stop struggling."
The first slap didn't hurt. Neither did the second, but the third and the fourth and the fifth – slap, Slap, SLAP – getting stronger and stronger on the same spot on my cheek started to cut and as my adrenaline died down so did my fight. I felt trapped and hopeless and I started to cry. I tried to stop but couldn't.
Simon smiled down at me from above and kissed me under my eyes right where the tears were falling and said something that sounded so cliché and so threatening at the same time, "I don't want to hurt you but I will," and then he punched me in the stomach again to make his point. Hard this time. Making me double over, my ass rising off the bed. The pain made me clench my eyes shut and lose all other sensations.
Simon used the opportunity to hook his hands on my jeans and pull them off. He lay half standing half lying on me for a few seconds not doing anything. His hand rested on top of my underwear. The heat from his hand combined with the heat from my crotch made me feel like I was burning. Like when you leave your hand in an oven too long. The pain from the punch had blocked out all sense of the situation but he had given me a few seconds to collect myself and I was panicking again. This was not right. This was not going to happen. What the fuck was I going to do. And more than that how was going to live with him after. Especially around Camren. Damn Camren. Why did he have to leave.
Before I could form a complete coherent thought he slipped his hand inside my underwear and made slow circles with his thumb around my clit. I cried in earnest now. I was dry on the outside but inside, if he slipped a finger in it would be over. It would be over. He'd win. But Simon was content to finger my clit for a few more minutes, kissing my teary cheeks, my lips, the side of my neck and whispering in his most soothing voice, "It's okay. I promise this will be fun. It's okay. Just relax. I'll make it good."
I was still crying but I had stopped panicking. I had even started to relax a little as much as one could under the circumstances when suddenly he stuck one fat finger inside my pussy. I involuntarily made a guttural sound and he smiled feeling the juices that he had somehow elicited starting to flow . He forced another finger in making me groan again. He slowly pulled them both out, glistening. His smile grew wider and he seemed to be studying his fingers for a few seconds before he stuck them in my face and said, "Suck."
When I didn't open my mouth he put his other hand around my throat and squeezed lightly till I opened up. I had stopped crying mostly because I was too dazed. He put his fingers in and I sucked. I sucked hard like I had sucked his dick two nights ago. Ignoring the pressure on my neck. Ignoring him when he added, "See I told you this was your turn to get some."
He removed his fingers from my mouth. They were now wet with saliva and vaginal secretions and pulled down my panties. I had long since stopped actively resisting. He pushed his fingers back in my pussy, rubbing my clit faster with his now wet thumb.
"Simon, please – " I said, not bothering to finish the sentence.
He grinned. Actually grinned, and kissed me, pushing his tongue through my passive lips and into my mouth playing with my tongue which was trying to avoid his more than anything else. With his tongue still down my throat he felt my breath quicken and become ragged. He took that as a cue, pushed his boxers down and thrust the dick he had thrust down my throat, into my pussy. I made a wordless throaty sound as he pushed.
He rested there and I felt my vaginal muscles contract around his penis several times as if willing more of it in. He grabbed me by the throat and pushed me further up on the bed so I was lying fully on my back now. He started pounding into, his hand still wrapped around my throat squeezing tightly now. It didn't feel good exactly but it didn't feel bad either. It felt better than it should and I wanted to scream but that would take too much air. I was breathing shallower and shallower as he thrust harder and harder and squeezed tighter and tighter.
I started attacking his hand with mine as my vision got narrower and black started spreading around the edges. But even as I was trying to pull his hands off my throat I came. Noticeably . My back arched off the bed for a full ten seconds and I stopped resisting the hand around my neck pushing down on his dick as wave after wave of orgasm pushed me over the edge. As if he had been waiting for me to cum, he thrust a few more times before cumming himself.
His hand loosened around my neck and he collapsed on top of me. For a moment he just lay there breathing hard. Then, he started sucking and biting one spot on my neck. I felt him bruise the skin and I knew he had left a nice sized mark.
