Page 165 of Don't Leave Me

“Do you want it rough, Hana?” he pressed his hard cock against my stomach and I felt my nipples harden.

“Yes,” I moaned again, almost pleading.

Jack widened his grin then got on top of me, straddling me, with only the cotton of our underwear separating my drenched pussy from his thick erection.

“More than this?” Jack immediately slapped my bare breasts, making me jump.

“Yes,” I gasped.

“How about…” he started, then quickly lowered his boxer briefs and started to stroke himself. “This,” he suddenly he was higher above me, his cock in my mouth and moving in and out, gagging me.

As soon as it started, it quickly stopped.

“More,” I begged.

I could see him looking down at me with his dimpled grin, then began to face fuck me again. Only moments later, he jumped off of me and grabbed his pants from the floor, taking the belt off the loops. My eyes widened, but I didn’t say a word. I watched as he looped it in his hand, then grabbed both of my legs, pulled me off the bed and stood me up. He quickly turned me around, pushed me onto the bed face first, and he shouted so suddenly I jumped. “Don’t move, Hana,” he ordered. I looked at the bare wall beside the bed, waiting for him to continue, feeling myself so wet and ready. Finally, I could see him taking the pillowcase off one of the pillows and then went to my hands, grabbing each wrist and tying them tight with the pillowcase above my head.

“Good girl,” he praised, then positioned me onto the bed higher.

“How is this for rough, Hana?”

The next thing I felt was a hard slap from the belt across my ass, and I couldn’t help but shriek with pain. “More, Hana?” But he slammed the belt down onto me again before I could even respond, and I bellowed louder this time, the pain overwhelming.

“Please fuck me,” I begged, my tears streaming onto the bed.

“Let’s have a look here,” Jack observed, throwing the belt on the ground and then spreading my legs open, sticking a finger inside of me. I could feel how slippery it was. “Jesus Christ, Hana. You are a naughty, naughty girl, you know that?” I could hear the smile in his voice as he removed his finger.

“Yes. I need you so bad,” I whimpered, feeling like I would come the second he stuck anything else in me again.

“Ireallylike this side of you, sweetheart,” Jack teased, taking my legs and pulling them off the bed again, but this time he kept me bent down across the bed and pulled my hair with one hand, the other to my clit, and then rammed himself inside of me, pumping quickly and hard.

“Come on, Hana. Come loud for me, say my name,” he ordered, pulling my hair tighter.

I felt it almost immediately. “Fuck, Jack. I’m coming. I’m coming, Jack,” I moaned loudly, my body consumed with pleasure.

Jack let go of my hair and took both of his hands to my hips, pumping even faster now, and I could hear him moaning and coming as well.

We both caught our breath for a moment before Jack pulled out of me and laid beside me, pulling him close to him.

“How was that? Rough enough for you?” he asked lightly, almost mockingly.

I smiled at him, wiping the tears that were still in the corner of my eyes. “Perfect.”

* * *

I was only able to sleep for a few hours that night. Jack kept waking up with me, cuddling me close when I told him I couldn’t sleep, and then would get curious when I got up to get a book or stare out the window, my mind keeping me busier than any movie or book could. I couldn’t stop thinking about how I was getting married to Jack – just two months ago, I had promised myself to Michael, to spend the rest of my life with him. But this wasn’t my decision anymore. This was something that needed to be done. I would be selfish if I tried to run now – I would be putting multiple people in danger if I refused to marry Jack now. And like Billie said – the cops didn’t even believe that anything was wrong. They just thought I was some manic bipolar harlot that made some pretty problematic decisions, but I wasn’t in danger. They didn’t need to get involved. Case closed. Billie had also given up on me, as she should have.

This was my life now.

At least Jack let me have Emily around.

“Hana, it’s 8 AM. We need to get ready to go to City Hall,” I heard Jack say gently; it felt like I had just finally fallen asleep, but once I heard him, I was wide awake again.

“Okay,” I nodded, jolting up towards the bathroom, my brain already buzzing again.

“Wait. Come here,” Jack sat on the edge of the bed and took my hand.

I stopped and turned back to him, standing between his legs as he held me with his hands on hips.

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