Page 24 of The Catcher

He gave my ass a sharp, quick spank, and I heard the sound of his zipper. I tried to tense and tighten my thighs together to keep him out, but he drove a knee unmercifully past my defenses, grabbing a handful of my ass that forced me to open for him. I felt his cock between my legs, thick and heavy like a warning of what was going to come. He was bending over me because he had to keep a hand on my mouth and his game uniform felt scratchy on my lower back, smelling like dirt and game and Tanner.

“Condom?” I gasped tremulously, flinging my head back and forth to get even a millimeter of space.

“With you, Em?Fuck no,” he snarled, and he tightened his fingers on my ass and jerked his hips forward savagely, forcing his cock deep inside me.

I whimpered at his size and how rough he was. I was crushed under him, my hips shuddering at how hard he took me.

“Ohfuck,” Tanner groaned, and he was harder and rougher than I had even dreaded. “Shit, you feel good.”

I didn’t, couldn’t respond, but I felt something between a sob and a moan catch in my throat. Then he bent his head and bit me on the neck. I yelped in dismay, his bite hard and domineering, his teeth sinking into my flesh like he wanted to imprint himself permanently on me. I felt like I was shoved into the couch, the panic sizzling along my spine, and he suddenly tightened his hand on my mouth and ass.

“Shit fuck no no nofuck.”

I gasped as I felt his cock jerk and his release fill me. I was not expecting him to be so loud, every time I had seen him before he had been quiet, bored, and contemptuous. But he released in me with a low groan, getting louder with each pulse as he came inside me.

Finally, I heard his loud, ragged sigh. I let out my own, waiting with baited breath for him to let me go. When he didn’t immediately, keeping his cock inside me, I shook my head against his grip with increasing desperation and he moved his fingers a fraction, his thumb possessively pulling down and feeling my lower lip again.

“OK, you fucked me,” I said, trying to keep the tremble out of my voice, the side of my neck throbbing from where he had bit me. “Let me go now. Stop bothering me.”

“Oh, Em,” he said. “It’s not over at all. It’ll never be over. I liked that too much.”

I felt pure terror, and I couldn’t get the words out. “W-why—“ I began, and to my horror I felt his cock hardening in my cunt.

“Can you shut the fuck up?” he said, interrupting me, moving his hand to slide rough fingers down to my nipples, pebbled and needy from being ground into the hard sofa. I was jolted into speech, and I began to shriek, but as he had before, he slapped his hand over my mouth again, and I felt his cock hardening further.

“Bad girl, Em,” he said warningly, giving my ass another slap, which made mewl with the sharp savage sting. He let out another low, urgent groan as he began to fuck me again, hand on mouth, hand on ass, yanking my ass cheek up so he could pound in and out of me. I heard the sharp slap of our flesh connecting, and I felt a low, reluctant heat growing in my belly. But Tanner wanted one fucking thing, and he tightened his hold on me as he got it, exactly how he wanted and as long as he wanted this time. He pulled my thin T-shirt up with his hand, and he bit andsucked up and down my back, like he wanted to consume me, mark up every inch of me.

“Fuck, this cunt feels like it’s fuckingmadefor me,” he groaned. “Tight sweet pussy.”

I didn’t make a sound, and he rode me, fucked me until I felt his thighs tense against my trembling flesh, and his release was long and low and loud, the drips of sweat from his neck and chest dropping like tiny barbs of fire along my back. His cum filled me and I felt some slide against my thighs as he finally pulled out. He let my ass go, and I immediately felt the throb and ache as he released me. My back ached and I started to get up, but he slapped my ass again, hitting between my cheeks so that his spank landed partially on my sore cunt and I moaned, my knees almost giving way, as I clutched the side of the couch.

“Ouch,” I moaned feebly.

“Don’t make me put my hand over your mouth again,” he said coldly. “I want to fucking hear you next time, not have to hold you down.”

The wordsnext timesent a weak but driving panic through me, and I didn’t even bother to grab my sleep shorts, just forced my weak legs to propel me through the door and down the hallway while he was still grabbing our clothes.

I didn’t see anyone as I ran down the stairs, almost crying with relief as I pressed the code to my room and fell in the doorway, dragging myself to my bed. I knew I should get in the shower and clean myself up, but I was too exhausted to, my neck, and back aching from the bites of his kisses, and my cunt and ass aching with the violence of his control.

11

Phoenixes win, 5-2. Is Tanner Courtenay finally heating up? He went a remarkable 4-for-4 today, and caught two lazy runners on the basepaths. Do the Phoenixes have time to turn this ship around and make the playoffs?

When I got back to the Phoenixes home stadium, I escaped to my hotel and began to pack my bags. I knew it was too dangerous to stay. I already had half the money, and half of the money was still a pretty damn big amount of money, definitely enough for a big down payment. I could be back home tomorrow and still have a little bit of the summer left to enjoy.

Was that still Tanner’s fuckingcumrunning down my leg? I was lucky that after he had ripped off my birth control patch I had been regular about taking the pill. Or I might’ve gotten pregnant, and that would’ve been a nightmare, when Tanner would probably get bored long before the baby was born. I didn’t want to have a baby with an absent father, anyway, and there was no way Tanner was serious about trying to get me pregnant.

Even if he did eventually get bored, it was still dangerous for me to stay here as long as I was still his shiny frightened plaything.

I stayed up late to try to cram everything in suitcases, looking for a moment at all the scoring sheets I had accumulated while I’d been here. For a second I flicked through them. I could see where Tanner had finally decided to take the batting coach’s advice. He could’ve been out of his slump way earlier if he wasn’t such a stubborn asshole who never took advice.

Suddenly, I heard a terrifically loud vibration, my phone sounding deafening in the stillness of the room with its soft air-conditioned hum. I had kind of gotten used to that hum.

I flipped my phone over before I could be afraid.

Come to the stadium, Tanner wrote.

Or I’ll tell everybody what you did.

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