“Fuck off”

“That good, huh?” Tom digs his fingers hard into my thighs, pulling me as tight against him as possible. Heat spreads through my body, my cheeks feeling especially glowing. My jaw tenses and my fists clench, the feeling of his cock thrusting deeper inside me driving me wild. Fuck. This is bad. Regardless of my objections, I know he can probably see right through me. No matter what I tell myself, that doesn’t stop my face twisting up in response to his action.

“Y-You do know that you’re- ah- a piece of shit, ri-ight?” My voice wavers and comes out weak. Despite my best efforts, my muscles stay clenched, causing the whole ordeal to be more painful than it needs to be. Tom thrusts back inside of me, and hard, causing me to scrunch my face up in pain. My muscles reflexively tense up, worsening the pain shooting through me. “Fffuck. Ah- goddamnit.”

“God, you’re so cute.” His words drip with condescension, one of us obviously enjoying the experience far more than the other. I try to glare at him, but the sensation flooding through my body forces my expression into more of a grimace. “Sensitive, too.” What a jackass.

After a moment, Tom’s movements speed up, sending wave after wave of... something through me. Whatever it is, it’s followed closely by heat, tingling all the way up my spine. I feel myself groan some, despite my objection to the whole situation. As soon as it happens, I shut my mouth as tight as possible, knowing that I can’t talk without giving Tom what he wants.

I stare up at the ceiling and close my eyes, trying to zone out and get this whole thing over as fast as possible. The sound of the car’s engine, skin hitting skin, and both of our breathing fills my ears, making the situation somehow more uncomfortable than it was before. Regardless of how hard I try to shove out everything happening around me, the feeling of Tom repeatedly forcing himself deep inside my ass keeps me from doing so.

I open my eyes and look back down, not wanting to hurt my eyes with the light again. I do my best to keep my gaze off of Tom, instead looking over his shoulder to the rows of seats behind him. Without breaking pace, Tom grabs my chin and forces me to look down at him again.

“I know you don’t like me, but you’re going to fucking look at me when I’m fucking you.” My stomach tightens, his words sending an uncomfortable mix of fear and arousal spreading through me. Fuck. No. You’re not turned on by this. Come on, man. What the fuck is wrong with you? God-fucking-damnit. Fuck. I nod nervously, not wanting to have to deal with my own feelings any longer.

I stare begrudgingly at Tom, not wanting to touch him any more than I already have to. I try to tune everything out, when I feel his hand on my cock. No. I fight back the urge to try and get him to let go, knowing that doing that would only make things worse for me. The fierce sensation of pleasure coming from both sides starts pushing me towards the edge, shoving my feelings about the situation to the back of my mind. My breathing speeds up and I hear Tom’s doing the same.

My muscles tense, as I feel myself getting close to cumming. My chest tightens up, my heart beating against my ribs. I stare straight ahead, trying to keep myself calm and from giving Tom anything close to the show he wants. My eyes land on him for a moment, noticing that he also seems on the edge of orgasm, the look on his face and the feeling of his cock twitching inside of me giving it away. For a fleeting moment, I feel hope for the first time tonight.

It’s almost over. Thank fucking God. Maybe I can find a way to get out of here when he’s... done. Oh fuck. The realization that the situation ending means that Tom’s going to cum inside me washes over me. My eyes go wide as my mind races to find a way to get him to stop. Fuck. How do I stop him? What the hell do I have to tell him to make him stop. Fuck.

Before I think of anything that would come close to working, I feel him twitch harder inside me, sending me further into panic. My thoughts shut off in response, leaving me to Tom’s will. He digs his fingers harder into my thigh, holding my body as tight against his as possible. Fuck. I grit my teeth, feeling my own orgasm coming on and fast. I feel his cum rushing through my body and my own dripping down my stomach.

“Fuck!” Tom’s voice rings in my ear as he leans in closer to me. He pulls my hips up against his, both of his hands back on my thighs. I try to calm my breathing, not wanting to seem like this did anything for me. The sound and feeling of the car and engine stopping catches my ear, pulling my attention away from Tom for a few seconds.

After a pause, Tom straightens himself back up and looks down at my body, at my cum dripping down my stomach, at his cock resting inside me, at my chest still heaving. A smirk spreads across his face as he admires his handy work, before he looks back up to meet my gaze. I glare back at him, angry at the whole ordeal he just put me through.

“You’re gonna be really fucking fun, aren’t you?” I don’t respond, not wanting to let him bait me into some bullshit argument. We stare at each other for a moment, before he signals for one of the guys in the front to pass back some baby wipes. Tom quickly wipes both of us down, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. I don’t look down, still determined to not let him break me.

As soon as he finishes, he breaks eye contact, redresses himself, puts my pants and underwear back on. I stop fighting Tom for the first time since I ran into him, not wanting to ruin the one good thing I have going for me at the moment. He boosts me up onto the seat behind me, before standing up to straighten himself up. I watch his every move, fighting the urge to try to run away again. It didn’t work last time, it’s not going to work this time. And you had arms then. If you couldn’t get away then, you’re fucked.

After a moment, Tom grabs a second rope from between two of the seats next to him. I watch, disdainfully, as he reaches over to me again, tying the new rope to one of the loops passing around my chest. He tugs on the rope, trying to get me to stand up and get out of the limo with him.

“I’m not a fucking dog, you know.” Tom shakes his head at me, annoyance spreading over his face.

“Hey, you brought this on yourself. If you’d just listened to me from the get go I’d’ve taken it easy on you. Hell, if you would’ve just given in earlier, you’d be having a lot better of a time right now.” I look at Tom incredulously, taking his words as more of a guilt trip than honesty. “I’m serious. I mean, I would’ve punished you, sure- you didn’t really give me a choice- but I wouldn’t be as hard on you if you weren’t such a little asshole.”

“Fuck off.” Tom shakes his head and, without another word, pulls on the rope again. I follow him this time, having gotten the fight out of my system and just wanting to get inside of something other than a car. As we get out of the limo, I feel the cold air bite at my skin, my upper body still mostly naked, despite the rope wrapping tightly around me. He leads me into his house, before stopping me immediately inside the front doors.

“Turn around,” Tom commands. I do what he asks, praying for him to free my hands. To my surprise and excitement, he unties the rope binding my wrists and forearms together. I wait for him to completely untie me, but I don’t get that lucky. “Back.” Once again, I follow his orders. Without saying anything else, he grabs my wrists and pulls them together in front of me, before tying them together once again.

“Really?”

“You’re a runner, and a hell of a fighter, too. Did you really think I would just leave you completely free?” Despite the urge to fight back building in my chest, I don’t say anything- both because he has a point and because I don’t want to lose the new-found freedom I have in my more comfortable position. I shake my head to answer him, trying to show Tom my new, false submission. “Good.”

He leads me up the stairs to his bedroom, his grip on the rope loosening as we go. I follow him without fighting or pushing back at all, hoping that reasonable cooperation will help me in the long run. As much as I hate it, my life and safety are in Tom’s hands and I have to go with his demands whenever it’s reasonable for me to do it. When we get into the bedroom, Tom unties the ‘leash’ from the ropes around my chest, only to knot it around the loops around my wrists. I watch his movements in confusion, unsure of what he’s doing.

“Could you lay down for me?” No, not a-fucking-gain. I shove down my nerves and do what he asks, hoping that he just leaves me alone and goes to sleep. Tom ties the other end of the formerly loose rope to the headboard, binding me to his bed. Out of curiosity, I try to move my wrists and body, seeing how easy it would be to get out of the ropes and how much mobility I have while in them. No matter what I do, the bounds stay tight, though my movement is more open than I would’ve thought. That’s not enough to get out of here. There has to be fucking something I can use to my advantage, right?

“Good.” Fuck, he’s still here. “Now, I’m gonna go take a shower. You should get some sleep, you’re gonna need it.” The tiredness weighing down on me pushes out any worry I might have about his parting words and I feel myself starting to drift easily into sleep.