Hard Corps Read Online Free PDF Page B

want you to let go, to surrender all your inhibitions. To take it for me. To suffer. For me.’
    As he spoke, he gripped my wrists tightly, while his other hand found my pussy and began to tease and caress me until I was moaning with desire. I didn’t understand what he was saying at the moment. This certainly wasn’t suffering. It was surrender, of that there was no doubt. And even though at the time I refused to focus on the meaning of his words, I understood the intent. He wanted to drive me wild with lust, and he was doing just that. And because I was held captive (though I admit now I could have probably gotten away if I had really wanted to), I was suddenly free to feel it all, without worrying about how I appeared to him.
    ‘Spread your legs, whore.’ His voice was low, insistent.
    I felt a curious mixture of embarrassment and lust. It was stronger than anything I had ever experienced. Obediently I spread my legs, my naked pussy pouting and opening. I could smell my own musty desire.
    ‘That’s right, slut. You want it, don’t you? You need it, don’t you? You need what I give you?’ When I didn’t answer, he took my chin in his hand, forcing me to look at him. ‘Answer me, slut.’
    Part of me hated him, but most of me adored what was happening. ‘Yes, sir, yes!’ I admitted it, not understanding what magic he was weaving, but just giving in finally and totally to what he offered. I was rewarded with his fingers again, opening my pussy, leaving lines of swirling, aching pleasure over my body. Liquid fire was pumping through my veins. I was falling into a perfect darkness, waiting and desperate for the shock of stars that would be my release. I was so close to coming and so intent on doing so that I cried out with a little whimper of dismay when, suddenly, his hands were gone from my body.
    I felt the sting on my cheek; Jacob had slapped me again! My eyes, which had been shut in blissful sexual abandon, flew open with shock and surprise. He was sitting back on his heels, straddling my still-spread legs, looking intently at me.
    His expression wasn’t loving, or even lustful. It seemed distant, even angry. ‘What? What is it? Why did you slap me? What’s wrong with you?’ I asked, trying to close my legs, suddenly self-conscious of my lewd and wanton display.
    ‘I don’t want you to come, slut. Not yet.’ He held me in position, hands over my head, my naked body completely exposed to him. I could still feel the heat pulsing through my swollen, needy sex. My wrists were still caught in his grip so I couldn’t even touch the heated folds and offer myself some relief.
    ‘What?’ Anger was beginning to take over the confusion and arousal I had felt.
    ‘You heard me, Remy. I don’t want you to come. I want you to learn some self-control. I want you to learn what it is to wait, to suffer.’
    I stared at him, refusing to comprehend.
    With a sigh he let go of my wrists and pulled away from me. ‘Remy, we have been making love for over a month now. You come to my room and let me fuck you every day.’ I blushed and ducked my head, but he didn’t seem to notice. ‘And I have enjoyed it, and enjoyed teaching you the pleasures of the body. But there is so much more, Remy. There is so much more we can experience together if you let me take you there. I like you. I see enormous potential in you. I want to claim you.’
    I sat up, hugging my knees, still confused and still flushed with my unrequited desire. More than anything, I was terribly hurt by his little phrase, ‘I like you’, which he seemed to throw in almost as an afterthought. I had thought we were in love; in my eighteen-year-old mind, when you became lovers, it meant you were in love. But he only ‘liked’ me, maybe only because I ‘let him fuck me’.
    I tried to mask my confusion with bravado. ‘What the hell are you trying to say, Jacob? What more is there? What do you mean, claim me? This isn’t the Dark Ages, you know. People