“Lucy, can’t we…?”
“No.”
Nick picked up his shorts, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. Just as he reached the door, Lucy said, “Wait until I tell Summer about this.”
She seemed to have calmed down and her voice was more mocking than angry. You bitch! he thought. Is that what this was all about? You let me in just to humiliate me?
Slowly, he turned to face her. “You want to fuck, then we’ll fuck,” he said in a low voice.
She looked down at his crotch and smirked. “With what?”
Nick didn’t have to look down to know that he had lost his erection.
He was suddenly enveloped in a consuming whirlwind of rage. Lucy had succeeded in dredging up a primordial being that Nick had never known existed. Before he knew what had happened, he was back on the bed and had delivered a backhand to Lucy’s face. Her head snapped around but she quickly recovered and smiled up at him, a feral glint in her eyes.
“Is that the best you can do?” she hissed. “You come in here to rape but because you’re not capable, you have to beat up on a young girl?”
Nick was beyond rational thinking now. He slapped her again and Lucy went for his face with her nails, but Nick grabbed her slim wrists and easily held her down. He sat on top of her, and the blood rushed to his penis which jutted between her breasts.
Lucy seemed to be aware of this because she said, “Come on then, rape me!”
Nick noticed a change in her voice however and he realized she was becoming excited. He thought about the bondage drawings and how he had begun to be featured in them, and he began to understand.
She wants it this way! She’s not into gentle lovemaking and she deliberately goaded me into this.
It no longer mattered. She was lying naked beneath him, her arms pinned, unable to get away. Yes, he guessed this was rape, but if he stopped now, what difference would it make? She could still go to the cops and have him charged with sexual assault.
He let go of her hands and roughly twisted her over onto her stomach. Then he slipped one hand underneath her and hauled her up onto her knees. She started to struggle, but Nick barked at her, “Stay the fuck where you are!”
Incredibly, she did.
“Open up, you cunt!” he shouted, slapping the insides of her thighs. Again, Lucy complied, displaying her neatly packaged and hairless mons. Even in his agitated and deranged state, Nick paused to appreciate the view. This was Lucy, the stuff of his dreams, exposing herself to him in the most submissive of positions. Then he brought his open hand down across her buttocks as hard as he could.
“Didn’t hurt!” Lucy cried out.
Nick gave her another one, then another, and from the sounds Lucy made, they were certainly hurting now. Her ass cheeks were coming up bright pink and her thighs were quivering.
“You still think I’m gay?” Nick snarled, landing yet another stinging blow.
“Yes,” Lucy sobbed into the pillow.
“Want me to prove I’m not?”
“Yes,” she sniffed again.
Nick had never laid a hand on a girl in his life but somehow, Lucy had drawn this out of him. He took his stiffened member in hand and pressed the swollen glans against her pussy lips. He was going to be rough and he didn’t care if he hurt her. With a sudden thrust of his hips, he was inside her and discovered that Lucy was already well lubricated - in fact; she was dripping, her bodily secretions coating her inner thighs. He grabbed her hips and started pumping into her. He hadn’t wanted it to be this way, but he was past caring now. Her pussy was tight and warm as he made long thrusts into her body. He grabbed her small waist and she arched her back, impaling herself deeper.