An Illicit Liaison

Abused Receipt

Mature Content ahead.

Jax stared at her form.

Her flared hips, shivering. Her pubic hair almost glistening in the light of the bulb. She was wet. Even after, what he had just said.

He wanted to punish her. Badly. He hated Chase. Good student but bad guy. Especially when messing around with his little Roxanne.

Something about this girl got him in an obsessive mood. He wanted her only.
He couldn't even look at any other girl, even if he tried.

Although, that little information was just for him. She didn't need to know that.

"Roxanne, Roxanne... why are were you laughing with him ?"

"I didn't not. If you had eyes, maybe you would have seen that only he was laughing." She didn't fear him, like the rest of the other girls. He definitely didn't like that. She needed to be scared of him and he was going to show her today, the real him. Maybe half of the real him.

"But I did see you smile. You wanted to fuck him." His smug tone touched her core, vividly.

"You are out of your mind, Jax. I'm done playing this stupid game. Let me go !" She tugs her tied hands, trying to get free. Yet, her efforts were all futile.

"I like seeing you struggle. You make a very good prey." Suddenly, the tone turned sinister. It made Roxanne look up at him.

His features turned again dark, like every time it did when ever they had sex. Roxanne didn't understand at first but now, it was clear. He was tad bit ...dark.

He rose from his chair, stepping close to her. His fingers stroking his stubble chin. Contemplating what to do next. Although, he already knew.
She just didn't know it.

Before Roxanne could blink, a sharp sting was felt against the side of her left breast. Since it was dimly lit, she couldn't perceive the movement.

"Uhh." She let out. Yet, her thighs became moist in between, as she rubbed them together.

"Why did you do that ?"

"Just felt like it." His dark reply was brisk, almost hurtful. She hated it that she loved it.

Again another strike against her right breast. The pain more hurtful, more arousing.

"Oh God !" She let out another ragged breath.

"You seem excited, Roxanne." His eyes descended upon her pussy. She rubbed it together.

Feeling heated and angry, she says, "I'm not."

"Really ?" He simply raised an eyebrow.

He strikes again. This time, at her pussy. Not playfully, but roughly. Harder. Striking her wet hot flesh with a 'slosh' sound. It echoed in the room. He kept hitting her. There, so much and so hard.

Her cum dropped onto the floor. She could feel how soaked she had become. Her moan grew loud each time he slapped her pussy.

He grunted whenever her smell hit his nose. He felt his hand wet from her arousal. He lifted it to his nose. He was aware of her eyes on him, he smeared it all over his nose and mouth. He looked back at her, "Now, I won't even have to remember your smell, even if I want to forget it."

She bit her lip. Rubbing her thigh even more. She clenches it together. She feels herself masturbating by rubbing and clenching her thighs. She felt exposed as he kept staring at her. Watching her do something so intimate, she wanted the ground to swallow her up.