by Celia Aaron
The more I’d looked the more I wanted her, to the point I came in my hand just staring at the images she’d posted of herself on the site. Her ass in a pink thong, teasing shots of her tits, but with no nipple. She was a flirt with particular desires. I resolved that night to give her what she wanted.
The cool fall breeze pierced my t-shirt as I followed Todd through the quad. We passed people who spoke politely or said “Go Cats!” as we passed. A stream of cute girls and a few hot professors filtered by, but I didn’t care. I only wanted one woman. This weekend – tomorrow night – would be the start of my ownership of Renna. I just had to wait for Todd to leave town for a West Coast wedding first.
“Where’s your head at?” Todd pushed through the locker room doors ahead of me.
Buried in your sister’s pussy.
I shook my head. “I don’t know, man. I just need to get out there and throw some passes.”
“That’s what I like to hear.” Coach Elliot clapped me on the back and joined the rest of the guys entering the tiled locker room.
Players milled around, stripping and donning football gear for one of the last practices before our kickoff. I pulled my shirt over my head, mussing my dark hair before throwing the shirt and my pants into my open locker. My erection had thankfully died down on the way over.
Todd was next to me, making quick work of his gear. He played tight end. He was a little shorter than me, though just as fast and equally well muscled. We were a perfect team. I threw. He caught. We won.
“Hey man, how about you throw to me a little more today,” Garrett asked and adjusted his cup. “Todd here needs a break.”
“Maybe if you’d catch it when I hit you right in the chest, I would.” I smiled.
Garrett laughed, a deep carrying sound that bounced around the locker room.
“Come on, come on, come on,” Coach Elliot yelled. “Get your asses in gear, girls!”
I finished pulling on my pants and fastened my pads in place. Todd clapped and let out a yell, his blue eyes eager for some playing time. Football was his life. It used to be mine until I developed some additional interests – primarily his sister.
“Come on, Jericho. Snap out of it, seriously.” Todd waved a hand in front of my face to try and knock me from my thoughts. If only he knew the subject I was turning over in my mind – literally and figuratively.
Todd reminded me of Renna. Both blonde with blue eyes, they were a handsome set. Renna, though, I wanted to taste her, all of her. The thought of the things I had planned for her this weekend made my cock harden, digging into my cup.
Shit.
I forced myself to concentrate on the practice, but practice was nothing, really. I went through the motions – throwing, running, and pushing my body. It was all background, because the real game started tomorrow night.
Chapter Two
Renna
I couldn’t wait for Todd to leave. One of his friends from freshman year was getting married in California. Todd would be gone for two days, and I’d have the run of our suite, just as I’d hoped.
He wasn’t the only one with big weekend plans. Instead of getting out of my way, and in usual Todd fashion, he was taking forever to get his shit together. I followed him around, pretending I wanted to help him pack. In truth, I wanted to kick him out the front door.
HardcoreDom had been messaging me for a couple of weeks, sending body shots of his hard abs and even harder cock. Just the memory of his photos made my cheeks blush. He’d promised to make all my fantasies of forced submission come true. He was coming over tonight. I couldn’t wait.
I was scared at first, suspecting he was just another sixty-year-old with a computer trying to use me for some horrible fate. But the more I’d talked with HardcoreDom, the more I knew he was the real deal. He was smart, engaging, and sexy as hell.
He even set up a webcam encounter, showing me his body to prove he had the promised goods. I never saw his face or heard his voice. I wondered if he was as worried about being found out as I was. Then I realized he probably didn’t worry and wasn’t scared of much at all. With a hard body and enough strength to hold me down and fuck me like he’d promised, I doubted anything ever got to him.
I’d only had sex a few times in high school, but I could never get off. The only thing that ever pushed me over the edge and let me orgasm was the thought of being forcibly taken by someone bigger and stronger. Now HardcoreDom had promised to make those desires a reality, but first, I needed the suite to myself.
I counted down the moments until Todd left. He futzed around the suite, packing up odds and ends, going too slowly. I followed him like a little dog nipping at his heels.
“Come on, Todd. It’s just a weekend. You don’t need to pack everything you’ve ever owned in your entire life.” I plopped down on the couch, frustration welling up and warring with the butterflies in my stomach.
“What’s gotten into you? I’ll be gone soon enough. Jeez. You get up to college and all the sudden you’re some sort of prima donna.” Todd ruffled my hair like I was a five-year-old.
I swatted his hand away. I’d only spent two hours getting it just right for HardcoreDom. I gave him the meanest look I could muster.
He held his hands up and laughed. “Fine, fine. I’m going. Just a few more things.”
He dug around next to the couch for his ereader and then went to the kitchen for some snacks. The suite was open except for our separate bedrooms, so I glared at him from the couch.
“They have snacks on the airplane, you know?” I got up and opened the cabinet pantry to toss some crackers and gummy bears into his messenger bag carryon. I would stuff the entire contents of the kitchen in there if it would get him moving.
There was a knock at the door. My stomach flipped. Oh shit, HardcoreDom is early!
When I didn’t move, Todd raised an eyebrow at me and closed the fridge. “Aren’t you going to get it?”
“No. I-I- um…”
“Weirdo.” He rolled his eyes and went to the door.
“No, don’t—”
Todd swung the door open. Jericho was there, not HardcoreDom after all. I let out a sigh of relief and sank onto the nearest barstool. The leather was smooth against my bare legs, cooling off the tell-tale heat that thoughts of HardcoreDom created in me. I wore a short sundress, a little too summery for the fall, but it was something I didn’t mind having ripped off my body. I thrilled at the thought, goose bumps rising along my thighs.
“You ready to go?” Jericho asked.
“Yeah, man.” Todd scratched his head and dropped a mini bottled water into his bag. “Did I, uh, ask you to take me to the airport? Because I’ve already got Garrett picking me up out front in, like, five minutes.”
“No.” Jericho smiled, his perfect dimples making an appearance. “I just came to say have a nice trip. Well, that and I left a pair of my cleats here somewhere last weekend.”
Jericho was a beautiful man. Dark hair, green eyes, killer tan from so much practice out in the sun. He was tall and built of nothing but muscle and confidence. Too bad he only thought of me as Todd’s little sister.
I stared a little too long at his toned forearms. When I looked up, he was watching me with those dark green eyes. My skin heated at his gaze. It was somehow different than the way he usually looked at me. It was intense. Was something on my face?
I shook my head and looked away. It didn’t matter, HardcoreDom would be here soon. I needed Jericho and Todd to clear out. Todd kept bumbling. I felt Jericho’s gaze on me like a weight. I did everything I could to keep from looking at him. Oh, god, there is something on my face!
A horn honked out front and I jumped a little.
“What is with you today, spaz?” Todd closed the flap on his messenger bag and grabbed the handle of his rolling luggage. “It’s just Garrett coming to pick me up.”
“Is there anything on my face?” I blurted.
Todd shook his head like I was a basket case. “Nothing other t
han your usual dumb look.”
I pushed him playfully. “Asshole.”
“Be good while I’m gone or I’ll tell Mom and Dad.”
I mimicked him in a high-pitched voice before giving him a kiss on the cheek and a hug. “Have a safe trip. I’ll see you Sunday night.”
He smiled, still the same boyish grin I remembered from our childhood. “Okay. I’ll text when I land. I hope to be in a drunken stupor for the rest of the wedding weekend, but I’ll try and check up on you a few times.”
“Sure, sure. Sounds good.” If I could have shoved him out the door, I would have.
“Be careful. See you when you get back.” Jericho and Todd embraced with the usual masculine back clapping before Todd finally left. He clunked his bag down the stairs.
I went to the window and watched him load his stuff into Garrett’s SUV. When they pulled away from the curb, I let out a sigh of relief.
I turned and Jericho hadn’t moved except to set his athletic bag next to him on the floor. He stood as if frozen and trained his gaze on me, starting at my toes and going all the way to the top of my head. His direct look made my pussy clench, especially given it was already primed for HardcoreDom’s attentions.
I put my hands on my hips and looked at Jericho. “Well, Todd’s gone, so …”
He didn’t move. His stillness was almost unnerving. It was like he was a powder keg, his energy pent up and just looking for a spark.
Where did that idea come from? He just seemed so different all the sudden.
I began to get impatient. I walked over to him. “Well, what is it? Your cleats? I’ll help you find them.”
I turned to go into Todd’s room.
Jericho wrapped his hand around my throat and his other arm around my waist. He pulled me back into his hard chest, crushing the air from my lungs. His erection bulged against my ass, the hard length promising pain and pleasure.
“Jericho, what-what—”
“Shut up.” His voice was gravelly, not his usual smooth cadence.
He lifted me easily and carried me to the door to my room.
“What are you doing?” I squealed.
He stopped and backed up, sitting on the couch before laying me across his lap. He kept one hand on the back of my neck, pressing me down. He lifted my skirt with the other and rubbed my bare ass. Heat shot through me at his sure touch.
“No panties, Goldilocks?”
The sharp crack of pain came out of nowhere. I gasped as he hit me again, his large hand stinging against my ass.
I yelled when his hand came down a second time. He moved his hand from my neck to my mouth, covering it easily as he continued spanking me. My ass burned with each strike. But my pussy didn’t. My pussy grew wetter and wetter with each hit. I wanted the pain. I craved it.
He stopped and yanked me upright, pulling my back to his chest. His mouth was at my ear and he palmed my breasts through my dress.
“When I tell you to shut up, you shut up. Understand?” His voice was steel. There would be no argument.
Who was this man? He sounded and looked like Jericho, but he acted like HardcoreDom. And he knew my screen name. Had Jericho been playing me this whole time?
“Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you?” He squeezed my breasts, let off, then squeezed again. His hard cock was pressed tight against my sore ass. It was so thick that my mouth watered.
I nodded my head in answer, too afraid to speak.
“I’m going to fuck you, Goldy. I’m going to force myself between your legs, and pull your hair, and make you look at me as I shove every inch—” he thrust his hips, rubbing his hard cock against me as he continued massaging my tits “—I have inside of you. I’m going to take everything from you, whether or not you want to give it.”
I couldn’t breathe. Heat raced through me like a wildfire. He had never spoken to me this way. Hell, he’d never spoken to the few girls I’d ever seen him with this way. He was pure sex. Masculine and powerful. I’d never wanted anything so much in my life.
He pushed me forward and picked me up again, carrying me back toward my room. I was boneless, at a total loss after what he’d told me.
He threw me onto my queen size bed. I scrambled up and turned around to look at him.
“Don’t move, Renna.” His eyes pinned me to the spot.
I froze.
He prowled onto the bed after me and shoved me down, pressing me beneath his weight. “Open your legs.”
I shook my head. I wanted him to make me. I wanted him to take it all, to force me to comply. I knew he would, just like he’d promised.
“You really do want to play rough, don’t you?” He smiled and then rose up, surveying my flowery dress.
He gripped the top and yanked, ripping the fabric in two down my front. I was fully exposed to him, the last rays of the sun illuminating my room and my body.
He groaned low in his throat.
I moved to the left, as if making a break for the door.
He grabbed my upper arm and slammed me back onto the bed. A surprised sound rose from me but he clapped a hand over my mouth. His violence turned me on to an alarming degree. Goosebumps covered my thighs, my arms. My pussy was hot, desperate to be touched.
“One more sound from you, bitch, and I will choke you with my goddamn cock. Do you understand?”
I nodded, as pleasure at the idea of his cock so deep in my throat that I gagged overcame me. He rose and reached between us. I heard his belt buckle and then his zipper. I looked down as he met my gaze. He reached inside the fabric of his boxer briefs and pulled his thick cock free. I couldn’t stop the mmm sound that rose from my chest. I wanted it in me, on me. I was desperate for it.
“Put your hands above your head. And don’t fucking move them,” he rasped.
I did as he said, the threat in his eyes frightening yet somehow an aphrodisiac at the same time. I wanted all of him, to give myself over to whatever desires or needs he had. Then I remembered how much I wanted the fight, the brutal passion that fueled my darkest fantasies. I wanted HardcoreDom.
I rebelled. I swung my hand up, palm open and ready to hurt him. I didn’t make it. He caught my wrist and slammed it down.
“You little cunt. I’m going to make you regret that.” He grinned, the dimples that were once angelic now the opposite. He was a demon – my demon. I breathed out hard.
He crushed my hands together above my head before looping his belt around them and pulling it tight. I was held fast. There was no escape from the belt, no escape from him. I started panting, desire fogging up my mind.
He spread my legs, pushing my knees apart and wedging himself between my thighs.
The bare head of his cock probed against my slick folds. Then he bent his head and captured one of my nipples in his mouth. I moaned at the sensation of his wicked tongue flicking and licking me. He didn’t stop, only handled my other breast, teasing the nipple with his thumb. He squeezed the mound until it almost hurt. I arched up into his hand, wanting more.
He rubbed and licked and squeezed until I was writhing beneath him.
“Jericho,” I breathed.
“Shut up,” he growled and reached for my torn dress, ripping a piece of the ruined fabric before stuffing it into my mouth.
He angled his cock so he was at my opening. He thrust into me, seating himself deep and hard. I was unused to the sensation of being filled, especially by something as large his cock. I cried out, but the sound was muffled by the linen.
“Much better. Scream all you want now, Goldilocks.” He gave me only a moment to adjust before he moved against my slick walls.
My pussy clutched at him, wanting more and more even though what he’d already given was far more than I had ever taken. His cock was thick, long, and unbelievably hot. I moved my bound hands down instinctively, trying to leverage myself against him.
He wrenched them back above my head and held them there. He put his free palm at my throat, squeezing as he fucked me in a p
ounding rhythm. His green eyes were all I could see. Possessive, insistent, animal – they were no longer the eyes of a family friend, they belonged instead to a predator. I shivered, lit up with tremors of bliss from the inside.
He used me, fucking me harder and harder. Pleasure and pain mixed and blended into something far hotter than either of them separately.
I arched up to him, my tits rubbing against his hard chest as he took me roughly. My hands gripped the belt. My fingernails dug into the supple leather as he rode me. He grunted with the force of his impacts, and the headboard rang against the wall with each punishing shove.
I angled my hips so he hit my clit with his strokes. The sheer power of his body ruined me, spoiled me. My cries grew louder against the fabric in my mouth. He squeezed my throat harder, the edges of my vision darkening.
I couldn’t fully catch my breath, though I couldn’t tell if it was my desire choking me or Jericho. I was pinned and spread beneath him, taking his punishing fucking and loving every minute of it. The darkness spread from the edges inwards as I struggled to breathe.
Then Jericho let go. So did I. I screamed my release, sudden and overwhelming. My pussy convulsed and seized around his punishing shaft.
“Fuck, Goldilocks,” he grated at my ear.
He reared back, a fine sheen of sweat along his body. I focused on him as I rode the edge of my release and shattered again, the force of his cock driving my pussy into a freefall of orgasm. I froze and took the pounding. No more give and take, only take. I took all of him.
He groaned to the ceiling and I felt his cock kicking inside me, filling me as I lay paralyzed beneath him, limp and spent. After he gave me a few more deep, powerful strokes he let out a labored breath.
He collapsed on top of me, his breaths wisping in my hair and tickling my ear. We came down from the high together as he slid his cock from me. I tried to scoot down after it but it did no good. It was gone and I was empty again.