In the three days that passed since Sebastian had drugged me to sleep, things between us and gotten a little tense. It wasn’t because I woke up with him glued to my back, cuddling me. Rather, it was because he had opened his mouth and made a comment about Roan and that I should bend and both forgive and apologize, being the bigger person. But I wasn’t sure I could be willing to even do that; rather, I knew I wasn’t ready to do that. I would rather walk on broken bottles.

“What would you like for dinner, Rhory?” Sebastian asked, and I turned, fighting the urge to glare at this man. But it happened. “Keep that glare on your face Rhory and the only thing you’ll be getting will be my cock again.”

“Do it, I dare you.” I hissed, annoyed by him again.

“Mm I might. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in your warm little mouth. And now that my present to myself is healed, it should be heavenly.” He said, his eyes narrowing with lust.

“I’ll bite the fucking thing off.” I snapped.

“I don’t mind a little teeth, Rhory.” He smiled, and I gave him a disgusted look.

“Go stick your dick in the vacuum hose if you want to be sucked off.” I muttered and got up off the couch, stomping to the kitchen. I was pushing my luck with him, and I knew it. But the chances of him actually forcing me to suck him off were low. It had happened once, and that was it. Did I like it then? No. Did I want it now? No. But if I kept pushing my luck, chances were I was going to get it.

I felt Sebastian behind me, as he pushed me against the table’s edge before he pressed my chest to the table. I could feel his cock pressed against me.

“You do not know how much I want to break you, Rhory.” He pushed his hips against me harder, and I grunted against the tabletop. “I want you to like it too, Rhory. I don’t want to force you to accept me. But I will if I have to.”

Going lax on against him was the best option here. He held me there and kept rubbing himself again me. Without so much as even a warning, he yanked my pants down and I heard his belt. Clenching my teeth together, I was sure this was it. He was going to follow through.

“Hold your thighs together, tighter.” He barked out and pushed my thighs together, and I felt him thrusting between my thighs. I didn’t much like this feeling. It felt like he was going to rub my skin raw.

“I hate this.” I choked out. It definitely felt better to rub one out with your hand. “Sebastian, enough. I’ll give you a hand job or something. I hate this.” I hissed and struggled against his hold.

I heard him click his tongue before he let me go, my pants around my knees. My thighs were red when I checked there right in front of him.  

“Don’t fucking bother.” He huffed and walked away.

The thing was, I wasn’t really willing to let him walk away after that. My thighs were aching because of him. Following behind him, I grabbed him before he could go hide in his office.

“Don’t just fucking storm off, Sebastian!” I said, raising my voice at him.  

“If you don’t want my cock rammed down your throat, you best not speak to me like that and leave me alone right now.” He said and yanked his arm out of my hold.

“Look, I said I would give you a hand or something, what you were doing before hurt like that. At least you could have used lube or whatever to make it slide easier.”

The anger in his eyes didn’t get any less brutal, not even when he pulled out his phone and called someone, asking for them to get him a partner.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” I screamed at him. “What the fuck am I even here for if you’re just going to do this shit?”

Mad, I grabbed his pants and yanked them down before getting on my knees. Just what the fuck was I doing? I wasn’t sure anymore. He didn’t bother cancelling the phone call he made, not even as he held my hair and pushed his cock to the back of throat, letting out grunts and moans. He yanked his cock out of my mouth and jerked it twice before he came. Ropes of his cum hitting my face and dripping down my chin.

“You look erotic with my cum all over your face,” he said, rubbing my bottom lip with his thumb.

Standing up, I dusted my knees off and felt disgusting. But I had done that. This was my fault. I walked towards the bathroom and stopped. “Have dinner without me. I’m not hungry.”

I was hungry, but I felt shameful. I had willingly subjected myself to that, and I was hard because of it. I felt yucky.

Sitting in the bathtub after washing off my face in the sink, the water was lovely, and I was sure I would have enjoyed it, but I was busy chewing on my lip in anger. I could taste blood, and there was pain, but that didn’t stop me. If anything, it grounded me at the moment. My dick was still throbbing, and the sounds of his moans and grunts echoed again in my head.

Hitting the tub drain with my heel, I stood up and waited for all the water to drain away before rinsing off under the shower. I didn’t feel any better. I actually felt worse. The feeling of the water hitting my face brought me right back to the moment his cum dribbled down my face.

Turning off the shower, I let the water drip down my body, stepping out of the bathroom, naked. I went to hunt down Sebastian. If I demanded him to just get this done and over with, I was sure that was the secret to whatever feeling this was turning in my gut. He stepped out of the bedroom, and I blocked his path.

 “Rhory, what the hell?” He hissed, a whiskey glass with a two fingers’ width of alcohol in it, in his hand.

“Let’s go. You’re going to come in here with me, and you’re going to fuck me.”

“You’re fucking kidding me, right? You barely handled me touching your cock, and you didn’t enjoy me grinding against you before. Don’t be fucking ridiculous.”

“I sucked your cock----”

“Because I called for someone to come have sex with me for the night!” he yelled, and I was sure he was going to shatter the glass in his hand. Instead, he just tossed the rest of the booze back and set the glass on the closet table. “Dinner is on the table.”

“Forget about dinner. Just do what you said you would and fuck me.” I said, chewing on my lip again, feeling awkward just standing here naked with my semi hard dick out catching air.

“Fine, if that’s what you want so fucking bad!” He screamed at me, his hand grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me with him to the bedroom. He threw me on the bed. He stripped down to his boxers, and he grabbed condoms and some lube.

My stomach was turning, but I was past the point of calling this off. I was sure if I tried; he was going to force me, anyway.

He left any remaining kindness outside the door of the bedroom.

His fingers, three of them, pressed inside of me as he used his hand to pin me to the bed. I bit down into my lip, the feeling of his fingers inside of me, foreign and not great feeling.

Pain flooded over my senses when those fingers were replaced with something much larger, and filling. His fingers made my stomach turn, and his cock made me want to puke. Feeling the heat of his thighs against the backs of mine was the only thing that felt alright.

Biting down on the bedding, I felt him pull out of me. “I’m not fucking enjoying this,” He muttered before he grabbed me and flipped me on my back. He used the corner of the blanket to wipe the blood from my lips. “If you want to stop here, say something.”

“No.” I said, my voice low and hoarse.

 He seemed angry with my choice, but applied a little more lube and carefully made his way inside of me. He wrapped his hand around my cock and tried to bring the limp creature back to life. It hurt with every movement of his hips that sent his cock in and out of me. But on the backside of all that, there was a feeling of tingling that pooled in my backside. 

If this was the pleasure that I was experiencing, it was not that great, and I didn’t understand how people could enjoy this. But it was enough to help bring life back to the limp dick that Sebastian was stroking.

“Ah, you’re finally feeling something more than pain,” he stated and picked up his pace.

“I feel...weird.” I groaned and tried to reach behind me, but Sebastian just grabbed my wrist and used it to fuck me even more. The hand stroking my cock was speeding up, and that feeling grew inside of me.

His cock brushed my prostate, and my hips jerked, and I spurted in his hand. But he didn’t stop touching me. He was still stimulating the inside and outside of my body.

“Ngh...stop. I just came.”

“Mm, no. I haven’t cum yet.” He said, taking his hand off my cock and letting my arm go so he could grab my hips and slam into me relentlessly. The lines between pain and pleasure were seriously fucked up right now.

I felt dazed.

But that only lasted until I felt him pull out and cum all over my backside.