Page 37 of Strike Out

“What time do you guys get in tomorrow?” She asks, dragging the comforter up and cocooning herself with it, snuggling with my pillow.

“Early. Hopefully, you’ll still be in bed when I get home.”That way I can surprise her.

“Okay, baby. I love you and I can’t wait for you to come home.” Isla yawns, her eyes fighting to stay open.

I lie back and just stare at her, loving how peaceful she looks now that she’s home and in our bed. “I love you too, Princess. Just leave the phone on so I can watch you until I fall asleep.”

16

ISLA

The bedroom’s still dark when I feel his breath, hot and ragged, against my ear as he whispers, “Look at this.” His voice is a low growl, causing goosebumps to prickle on my skin. “Going to bed naked, ready to take my cock. Just like a whore.”

My eyes fly open, but the blackout curtains ensure that the room remains a dark abyss. I’m disoriented, my heart pounding in my chest as I feel his hard body press against mine. His erection is an insistent pressure against my ass, still confined within his pants. “Kai?” I murmur, trying to turn around, but a strong hand tangles in my hair, jerking my head forward and down into the pillows. Pain explodes across my scalp, and I cry out, more from surprise than from the sting.

“What do you want?” I gasp, my mind racing. This isn’t how our usual play starts, but I trust him. He took the hint from our video chat last night and I guess he is all for a bit of rough play.

“Iwantthis cunt,” he groans, his hand running down my bare back, over the curve of my ass. He thrusts his fingers into my pussy, and I can’t help the moan that escapes me. Even asmy body gives in to him, I still try to buck him off, but he’s too strong. “Good whores just take it, Isla,” his voice a dark promise. “Now you’re gonna shut up and fucking take it.”

I scream, the sound muffled by his hand as it clamps over my mouth. Soft material brushes against my ear, and I realize it’s a mask of some kind. His lips press against my neck through the fabric, and I can feel his smirk. “Shhh, we wouldn’t want the neighbors to hear you,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.

He lifts his hips, and when he presses against me again, it’s his bare cock, hot and hard. I can feel my body responding, my pussy growing wetter despite the fear and the adrenaline coursing through my veins. The bedroom light flickers on, and I blink rapidly to adjust. In the mirror, I see him: grey joggers, a black hoodie, and a black balaclava. His eyes are wild, burning into mine, and I swear I can see a smirk underneath the mask.

“You’re so fucking pretty,” he purrs, tilting my head back. “And I’ll bet you look even more beautiful when you cry.”

I can feel my breath hitching, my body torn between fear and desire. Holding eye contact with him in the mirror isn’t helping the situation.

Or is it?

I look harder at our reflection, and I see the telltale brown dot in his right eye, right next to his pupil.

The freckle.

Kai’s freckle.

A wave of relief washes over me, but I hold in the smile, pushing back against him. “I said get off me!” I shout, my voice echoing in the room.

“And I said shut up,” he growls, his hand tangling in my hair again, pulling my head back. “So fucking listen like the good little whore I know you are.” His cock teases at my entrance, and I try to pull away, but he’s relentless. He groans as hepushes the tip inside me, and I can feel my body giving in to him, my hips lifting slightly to meet his.

“Don’t fight it, baby,” he whispers, his voice a dark caress. “You and I both know you want it.”

I want it.

I want him so badly.

But the game isn’t over yet. “No, I don’t,” I say, my voice barely a whisper. I’m not sure if I sound convincing or not, but Kai laughs, a low, wicked sound. He thrusts all the way inside me, and I let out a low moan.

“Your pussy says otherwise,” he growls, thrusting harder, his hips slapping against my ass. “This cunt’s soaking my cock.”

I can feel my body responding, my hips meeting his thrusts. But I can’t give in yet. Not until he makes me. “No,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “Please, Kai.”

He laughs, a low, wicked sound. “Make me,” he says, his voice a dark challenge. And I know, in that moment, that I’m his.

Completely and utterly his.

And I wouldn’t have it any other way.

His laughter echoes in the room, a dark and seductive sound that sends shivers down my spine. “Come on, make me stop,” he repeats, his voice laced with challenge and dominance. His grip tightening in my hair, his thrusts becoming more insistent and demanding.

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