Stockholm Syndromance: A Bad Boy Romance (Still a Bad Boy Book 4)

by Ada Scott

  No fear of my father, something Eric clearly wasn’t concerned about, just the two of us and what we could do to each other. For each other.

  “I’ve got a few ideas…” said Eric.

  I licked my lips and gulped down the self-consciousness that wanted to choke my words back. Self-consciousness was for girls who had an image to maintain beyond tomorrow.

  “Me too… you could… slap me...”

  Eric’s eyebrow floated slowly upward, but I continued. It was too late to stop now.

  “Maybe… choke me a little? A lot?” I gulped again, the words suddenly rushing to get out. “Do anything you can think of, and don’t stop no matter how much I scream.” I looked around. “Nobody will hear me… you can do anything… unless I say…” I paused. “fuzzy duck.”

  “Fuzzy duck?”

  I nodded, feeling like butterflies were dancing around a lit fuse in my stomach. Eric sat up, his recently-licked abs flexing powerfully. My nipples were already hard, aching to be touched by something more rough and masculine than the inside of my silky bra.

  A tingle of excitement between my legs made me shiver. I wondered if he was going to slap me off my knees and send me tumbling to my back on the picnic blanket before diving on top of me and ripping my clothes off.

  If he did that, he might lose his hand because I was starting to feel like a powder-keg, and that lit fuse was a dangerous thing. Instead, he stood up and walked away.

  My heart sank like the Titanic. Was he getting his spare clothes? Was I going to have to spend my last days alone with a man who rejected me?

  He opened the car door and leaned inside, with one knee resting on the seat, while I started to feel like the smallest person in the world. I wanted to sink down into the ground and…

  He stood up again and I could see he had something in his hand. It was his gun. Not only that, but his cock was diamond hard under his boxers.

  The things that stood out over all of it, over weapons concealed and otherwise, were the look on his face, and the way he was walking.

  His scrapes and bruises, aside from the one that I’d patched up, were plain to see. He was a battle-tested warrior who had just been through hell. Now he was ready to fuck, and woe be to anybody who got in the way of that.

  Eric strutted right up to me before I could even think about picking my jaw up off the ground and pretending to run away. He pressed the muzzle of the gun against my temple, the bulge in his underwear right in front of my face.

  “Suck my cock, bitch.”

  “No,” I breathed.

  That didn’t sound right. That “no” sounded too much like the breathlessly excited “yes” it really was. I guessed I wasn’t as good an actress as the girls in the videos.

  “You don’t say no to me, fucking ever!”

  Smack!

  The muzzle of the gun pulled away from my head a little as he slapped me across the face with his other hand, then it was back, pressing against my head harder than ever. My cheek sang from the impact and I reached up to touch it as if to figure out if it had really happened, also hiding my mouth while I wiped the smile off my lips.

  “No! Let me go!” I begged, looking up again.

  Smack!

  No sooner had I taken my hand away, he slapped me on the same cheek again. I screamed for help and started to get up, but Eric dived on top of me, driving me backwards on to the picnic blanket.

  I struggled, but it was mere seconds until he had me pinned down and his hand clamped over my mouth. There was no physical argument I could make against his overwhelming power.

  “You’re a feisty little fuck, but I’m still gonna shove my cock down your throat.”

  Wriggling as best I could, I screamed against the palm of his hand while he set his gun down out of my reach and pulled his thick shaft out through the gap at the front of his boxers. I stared in wide-eyed awe of it, as if seeing it for the first time again. Was it always that big?

  Eric shuffled his weight up my body a little until his cock towered over my face and then he transferred his hand from my mouth to my hair, holding my head in place. Every muscle on his body stood out in the leaf-filtered light, every hard curve a reminder about how unstoppable his will was.

  With my mouth free, I started screaming for him to stop, but he slapped me in the face with his cock, leaving splashes of pre-cum cooling in the air. In the midst of one particularly big scream, his thickness slipped inside my mouth and blocked off my plea for help.

  “Mmmmph!” I squealed.

  Eric let out a breath that was half-sigh and half-groan. It was a sound of pure satisfaction, and he thrust his hips forward to get more of it.

  My eyes watered when the tip of his cock hit the back of my throat, sending the world into a blur so the only thing I could concentrate on was this huge masculine invader into my mouth. Now that he didn’t have to guide it into me anymore, Eric leaned over and I soon felt the cold metal of the gun against my head again.

  “Suck that cock like you were born to do, suck my cum out and I might spare that pussy of yours. If I feel any teeth…” The gun pressed harder against my temple. “Understand?”

  I nodded, careful to hold his cock delicately with my lips as I did so. Through a haze of arousal, I could feel my panties getting wet. I’d seen a girl “tricked” like this in one of my favorite videos. He wasn’t going to spare anything, but holy shit did it turn me on to be on the receiving end of that abuse of power.

  Sucking my cheeks in, I lifted my head to slide my lips up and down his cock. Eric helped with a firm grip on my hair that pulled at my scalp painfully, tugging my head back and forth and thrusting his hips forward slightly to pound against my throat with each stroke.

  As we got into some kind of rhythm, Eric let his other hand roam, sometimes stroking me with his knuckles, sometimes stroking me with the gun. He pushed the barrel inside my jeans at the front, rubbing the barrel against my mound, but the waistband of my panties was too tight to get it directly against my skin down there.

  I squeezed my thighs together, the way I’d learned in my piano lessons, as I sucked for freedom. My own pleasure grew as every squeeze sent a tingle from my clit to my belly and I writhed under my captor.

  Eric pulled the gun out and put it down out of reach again before slipping his hand inside my panties and sliding one finger along my sopping wet slit. The very tip curled into my tight entrance, invading my most private place.

  “You dirty slut. You’re so fucking wet for me. You can’t even help it, can you?”

  He leaned forward, changing the angle of his thrust and braced himself with both hands. Pumping straight down, he fucked my face with longer strokes, hitting the back of my throat with even more force until the inevitable happened and his incredible thickness slipped down my neck.

  My eyes bulged and I managed to wriggle my arms free enough to push back against his hips, but it was no use. Now that he had more depth to work with, he pistonned his length in and out of my mouth until a light brown fog rolled in from the periphery of my vision and I started feeling numb.

  The next thing I was aware of was that my lips were tingling and I was slumped over Eric’s shoulder as he carried me in the direction of the car. My vision was just clearing when I heard the door open.

  Eliana

  Eric dumped me unceremoniously in the back seat of the car and I only fully regained my senses when my jeans were halfway off my legs. I started kicking, which only slowed him down a few seconds.

  “Stop! Please! You said you wouldn’t!”

  “Welcome to the real world, you’re gonna get fucked now.”

  I tried to sit up and dive out of the car, but Eric pushed me back and climbed on top of me much like he had on the picnic blanket, except now his hard and well-sucked cock was nuzzling against my soaking panties. My pussy lips kissed his shaft through the wet material, which in turn was getting pushed into my slit, hugging my folds like they were painted on.

  Every way I struggled
and screamed only seemed to make his thickness grind against my most intimate place even harder. Holding me down with one hand around my neck, he roughly yanked my shirt up so hard that I could feel the burn as the material dug into my side.

  I screamed, hoarsely thanks to the hand on my throat, and a second later he had done the same to my bra, exposing my breasts to him. Only then did he let go of my neck and squeeze each tit in turn to better enable him to suck my “treacherously” hard nipples.

  “Please! You promised! I’m saving myself for marriage!”

  “Fuck no you’re not. You think your husband would want you after knowing how wet you were for me? You’re mine. Your pussy is mine, and I’m going to fucking ruin you.”

  I tried to pull my shirt and bra down, but Eric took that option off the table when he grabbed my shirt with both hands and ripped it down the middle, then snapped each bra strap as if they were made of paper and pulled it down so the cups sat on each side of my belly button.

  He rolled my nipples almost cruelly between his finger and thumb, and trying to push his hands away only made his tugs at my sensitive pink tips all the harder, forcing more pleasure into my already overwhelmed body. Everything I did, everything he did, stimulated me more than I could have imagined possible. The loud background noise of my protests only added fuel to the fire.

  Smack!

  Eric rocked my head to the other side with a strong slap to my left cheek, and a jolt of pleasure between my legs came right after like an echo. I gasped at the feel of that jolt with his hard shaft still nestled along the length of my sex.

  “New deal. You beg me to fuck you like a slut and you get to live to fuck another day.”

  With nothing but the minimal movement of the shaft of his cock through my panties, the feel of his saliva cooling in the air on my nipples and the sting of his palm, I could feel the ball of energy in my belly growing almost by itself. I was almost cumming for him before he’d even taken my panties off.

  My breathing came faster and faster, I was almost hyperventilating as I struggled to contain my orgasm. The self-denial was almost enough to melt my brain. I wanted to let go, let myself climax, but I wanted to be full of Eric when it happened even more. Somehow I brought it under control. Barely.

  “Never!”

  “We’ll see.”

  Eric pulled the seatbelt down and wrapped it around my neck, pulling it taut enough to cut off my air completely. I struggled to get my fingers under it for some relief, while Eric squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples, but it was too tight. I coughed and tried to gasp, but my life was completely in his hands.

  When I thought I might pass out again, he loosened it a little. I coughed and gasped, feeling the air rush through my windpipe like never before.

  “Got something you need to say to me?” he asked, menacingly.

  I rolled my eyes up at him as I regained focus. He waited expectantly, everything I’d ever fantasized about and more, all rolled into a single man.

  I licked my lips and spoke quietly. “Please… fuck me like a slut.”

  “That’s right. I knew you’d come around to my way of thinking.”

  Eric let go of the seatbelt, but only for long enough to rip my panties from my body and aim his cock at my slippery entrance. He forced the entire length into me with one powerful thrust, rocking my body so hard that my head banged on the door.

  I screamed and tried to push at his hips to slow him down, but he grabbed the seatbelt again and quickly rearranged my priorities. With the belt in his vise-like grip near my head, bracing his weight, I had to use my hands to push against the door to stop myself being fucked across the seat so I didn’t pull the belt too tightly around my neck.

  It was so deviously perfect that I would have applauded if I wasn’t so busy. He was fucking me with reckless abandon, and making me push back against his powerful thrusts if I didn’t want to get strangled unconscious.

  Our bodies slapped together, he must have ditched his boxers at some point, and the car rocked from side to side as the fire he’d ignited between my legs seemed to spread across my skin. My breasts bounced with each impact and despite my best efforts, the seatbelt rasped against my neck and made every breath a tiny triumph of willpower.

  The harder he fucked me the more air I needed, but he was in charge of that. My whole body was starting to feel hyper-sensitive, ticklish pins and needles accentuated my sense of touch, the feel of the car seat on my back, the impact of Eric’s thrusts, and especially the feel of his cock inside me.

  I tried to suck in air, but ended up coughing again. Eric loosened the belt a little. “What was that, you got something to say, slut?”

  I gasped for air while I could.

  Smack!

  “Did you think I was talking to somebody else?” he asked.

  “No.”

  Smack!

  “No, sir,” he said.

  “No, sir. I just… please don’t cum inside me… I’m not on the pill. If I get pregnant then… I can’t hide this… everybody will know…”

  His hard thrusts made my voice sound like somebody was beating their fists on my back while I talked.

  Eric laughed. “No deal. I’m cumming right in that tight little pussy of yours, and you’re going to look right in my fucking eyes when I do it, so you always remember who it was that fucked you so hard and there wasn’t a single damn thing you could do about it. I’ll make sure word gets out, how wet you were for me, how hard you came… because I can feel it, the way your pussy is gripping me, you’re getting close aren’t you? In fact… the only thing worse than everybody knowing what a slut you are would be for me to stop, wouldn’t it? How about that? Want me to pull out and cum on your face, then throw you back in the trunk all tied up so you can’t finish yourself off?”

  “No,” I said barely above a whisper.

  “So, let’s be clear, I can cum any-fucking-where I want, can’t I? I can use you any way I want?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said, shamed and so aroused I feared I might melt the car down when I came.

  The belt tightened around my neck again and Eric powered his hard length into my depths. A hot flush rose from my chest across my face, then another.

  My pussy gripped at him, just like he said, and started quivering with the effort as the ball of electric ecstasy in my stomach started sparking, growing towards the point of no return. I wrapped my legs around him and felt all that hard-thrusting power in my embrace as I fell over the edge and shut my eyes against the pure bliss.

  Eric’s jack-hammering cock was like the beating heart of my orgasm, sending pulse after pulse of life-giving pleasure flowing through my body. This ecstasy, bouncing around inside my body in waves, was worth dying for.

  My climax had almost receded to a dull throb when Eric grabbed my hair. “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

  They each weighed a few tons, but I opened my eyelids and stared into Eric’s eyes as his thrusts became slower, but more forceful, until he groaned and that glorious hot spurt of semen drenched my depths. Over and over again, I took his seed inside me until I must have been overflowing.

  Eric unwrapped the seatbelt and collapsed on top of me, nuzzling his lips against my neck as his warm breath puffed out on my skin. His fingers traced lazy paths over my body, leaving a trail of static electricity wherever he touched.

  I did the same, taking a moment to slowly and calmly explore his body in this afterglow, and wondered if my fingers felt the same way on his skin. He was still rock-hard inside of me and I didn’t let go of him with my legs for what might have been an hour, when it was starting to get dark.

  Eric brought everything back from outside, including the picnic rug. We had a meal made out of snacks and then curled up in the back seat under the rug, still naked, as the forest fell into darkness around us.

  It was my first time ever being a “little spoon” and I wanted to stay awake just to marvel at the feeling of his entire body pressed against my back, the matching angles
of our legs, and the way his arm curled around me possessively. I wanted to… but I couldn’t.

  Sleep swelled up around me, mixing up half-dreams and reality.

  “Fuzzy duck,” I muttered.

  “Uh… I… I don’t know how to be more stopped than this…” Eric said. I’d never heard him so unsure of himself, but I didn’t have the energy left to giggle about it.

  “OK,” I said.

  Eric

  Eliana kept on pulling down the sun-visor to look at herself in its mirror as we drove. She twisted her neck to either side, looking at the marks the seatbelt had left on her the way a little girl might look at a real-live unicorn under the tree on Christmas morning.

  For my own part, I’d fucked her so hard that a couple of the stitches had come out. Fortunately, she’d done a pretty tight job otherwise, and although a small patch of blood had soaked through the bandage overnight, it seemed like it had stopped.

  When we had woken in the morning, I’d called Jace to let him know the good news and that we’d be in Rockwell sometime in the afternoon on Wednesday. We were just entering Beech Grove city limits now and it was as good a place as any to stop for the night.

  I glanced over at Eliana just as she looked from the mirror and then to me as if I was wearing shining armor. I had to look away, back to the road.

  To be caught too long in the path of that smile, those eyes, when I didn’t deserve it would be like staring into the sun all day on a dare. She was a tough one to figure out.

  Her continued lack of concern for her own well-being was incredible. I hated to think what life must have been like for her to be so care-free about being delivered to the person who was now the biggest crime-lord in the country.

  I could tell she wasn’t even beginning to believe me about Jace, and her disbelief was frustratingly infectious. Time and again I found myself playing out scenarios in my head where my employer hurt Eliana, and it always ended in a haze of red before I shook myself out of the daydream and reminded myself that he had never betrayed my trust before, and for fuck sake I better snap out of it and remember that I’m a motherfucking professional with a job to do.