Rotten Criminal

"You're so special." Jack drunkenly tried to woo me in the middle of the bar parking lot.

"Jack, behave." I laughed, not as drunk, but drunk enough. I knew he wouldn't remember a thing in the morning.

"You know I can't do that." He leaned on me as we got in the cab.

"Seriously." I annoyingly sighed, giggling slightly.

We made it back to our apartment. It was dark and I couldn't find the light switch. It angered me as I began to growl in frustration while Jack giggled his head off. I heard him moving away from me.

"Got'cha!" I felt him grab me. I screamed as he flung me over his shoulder.

"Jack!" I complained, kicking and punching his back. He laughed evilly as he threw me onto the bed.

"You're gonna' get it." I heard him say suggestively as I heard him pull out the toy box from under the bed.

I felt hand by hand being handcuffed to the bed and my feet being tied gently to the bottom of the bed. I shook around, drunk and startled. I felt Jack climb onto the bed in the darkness. It was almost as if I was already blindfolded.

"J-Jack, p-please." I breathed heavy, giving up on my attempts to get free.

"Please what?" I heard his deep voice and his hands touch me on my panties from under my dress. He rubbed hard, making me wet.

"F-fuck me." I arched my back in a needy whine. I forgot all of my problems as I felt my underwear being pulled down.

"Hang on." He paused. I heard the crinkling of foil and then plastic between flesh. "Okay." He giggled.

I felt a small peck placed on my sex and then a quick ram into my body. I screamed aloud, surely pissing off our apartment neighbors. The bed rocked severely and I could feel bruises forming on my wrists where the metal clanked against the flesh of my wrists.

"Goddamn." I heard him moan, pausing to release.

The light turned on and I saw the aftermath. I was sweaty and tied all around. Jack quickly untied me and climbed into bed with me.

"Ha, ha, whoops." He took off the condom and threw it away from me, passing out indefinitely.

I woke up in the morning with a raging headache. I immediately got myself breakfast to fill my empty stomach from vomiting earlier. I laid on the table, holding a coffee mug that burned my palm. I was too lazy to even move away from the pain.

"(Y/N)." Jack angrily and groggily walked in. I gently lifted my head with partially open eyes.

"Yeah?" I moaned, sipping my coffee.

"I need an explanation." He stomped towards me.

"What has your panties in a bunch?" I leaned back in the chair, unprepared for arguing.

"Why is there a used condom on your side of the bed?" He held up the disgusting piece of garbage.

"You put it on last night." I slammed my head back on the table. I was still too tired for this.

"You are a fucking cheater!" He shouted.

"Shh...shh." I looked back up, my eyes closed and disoriented.

"Prove to me you're not!" He grouched.

"Check the security camera." I groaned. "It was dark in the bedroom, but the light from opening the front door might've caught something.

"Fine." He stormed over to the small, white camera that secured our little apartment.

I saw him review it at the computer. I watched us stumble in as I searched for a switch. It was terribly vivid. I regretting getting that way, but thank God I wasn't as drunk as Jack to where I forgot what happened.

"Baby...I'm sorry." He chuckled gently. "Damn, my head hurts." He put a hand to his forehead.

"It's okay. The great sex makes up for it." I winked.

"It was that great?" He wondered. I nodded suggestively. He nodded back, proud of himself.