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take shifts my body just enough to rub my most tender places against his callused fingers. My nipples are already hardening, the bundle of nerves near the top of my mound plumping and tightening.
    I don’t want to be turned on like this, so easily. It’s embarrassing. He’s going to wake up with my wetness coating his hand. My cheeks burn, remembering what he did the last time. The way he’d shoved his fingers into my mouth so I could clean them. Lick them like a cock, his cock, the one that is hard and hot against my back.
    I rock my hips.
    He makes a sleepy noise, half grunt, half moan, and then he’s rocking with me. He traps my nipple between two fingers and rolls it, sending sharp shocks of pleasure spearing from my breast down to my clit. “Greedy girl.”
    “I am.” I whine. I don’t want to do that either, but I can’t help it. Every stroke and flick makes me so needy and desperate. I’ll do almost anything, suffer almost any indignity just to have this. To have his mouth on me, his cock inside me.
    I’ve already suffered so much it should be my reward.
    “Take what you want, Star. If you’re going to survive in this place, you’re gonna have to learn.”
    I turn to do just that, but he flexes his muscles and clamps me in place. “Hey, I can’t move.”
    “I didn’t say it’d be easy.”
    “Don’t you want—”
    “Feeling you struggle in my arms has my dick so fucking hard right now, baby.”
    Oh shit. I don’t know if it’s a game or a lesson or both, but everything that had been a sleepy simmer is suddenly at a raging boil. I’m small and naked, and his hand is wrapped around my throat. I can’t do what he’s asking me to do. It goes against my every instinct.
    I whimper, and he growls in response, squeezing me tighter. “Fight me.”
    Do I have any fight left in me? With his palm caressing my windpipe and his leg wrapped over mine?
    I can breathe—just. His grip is solid, restrictive and restrained, an undeniable reminder that he is powerful, that his body is a weapon with the safety on. And then I can’t breathe when he clamps down harder. Just for a second. Just long enough for my vision to go hazy at the edges. Adrenaline jolts through me, tightening every muscle, raising every hair. My heart is a hummingbird in a steel cage beating out yes yes yes with its wings.
    Yes. I can fight.
    Hemmed in, I can’t really use my fists or my feet. I can hardly move. But I can dig my nails into the hand at my throat. I can slam my elbow into his ribs.
    So I do.
    I yank and tug and writhe until I’m covered in a sheen of sweat from the exertion. His cock only seems to get hotter and harder at my back. A thick promise, taunting me. Maybe if I had a pry bar, I could get him off my neck. Get some leverage. My ragged nails don’t do more than scrape off a layer of his skin. He grunts at the blows to his gut though and works the fingers on his other hand between the lips of my pussy.
    Finally.
    It’s a cruel touch, blunt and rough. But my body is already melted for him. It gives way, easy and slick, so he skates over my clit. My hips buck, eager to take what he’ll give me. To take what I want.
    He laughs. “Fight harder. A few little love taps aren’t going to get you anywhere.”
    “Got you touching my clit,” I pant, still clawing the hand at my throat.
    “But you want more than that. You’re so empty and aching, I can feel it.” He thrusts two fingers inside me, and I clench around him as he pumps in and out. He uses quick, shallow thrusts that only make me more desperate for something deeper, harder, faster. “I could play like this for days. Getting you close but never all the way. Getting my hand all messy so you can clean it for me. Is this what you wanted? My fingers inside your hot cunt again.”
    He is infuriating. As relentless and unchangeable as the tide. As immovable as a mountain.
    I grit my teeth. “You know what I want.”
    “You want them in your tight little asshole